<?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-5664014789928116297</id><updated>2011-10-05T05:23:33.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-4354276286774977154</id><published>2011-02-14T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T23:56:03.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Be my mirror, my sword, my shield."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thing song gives me goose bumps every time when i listen to it :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy valentines day to everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="250" height="171" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dvgZkm1xWPE" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664014789928116297-4354276286774977154?l=nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4354276286774977154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664014789928116297&amp;postID=4354276286774977154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/4354276286774977154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/4354276286774977154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/02/be-my-mirror-my-sword-my-shield.html' title='&quot;Be my mirror, my sword, my shield.&quot;'/><author><name>Nick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dvgZkm1xWPE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-291142535815097091</id><published>2011-01-07T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T12:52:24.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridin' solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;Yeeeeeyeeeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like a star, you can't stop my shine,&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving cloud nine, my head's in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;I'm solo, I'm riding solo,&lt;br /&gt;I'm riding solo, I'm ridin solo, sooloooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm feeling good tonight, finally doing me and it feels so right, oh,&lt;br /&gt;Time to do the things I like,&lt;br /&gt;going to the club everything's alright, oh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one to answer to,&lt;br /&gt;no one that's gonna argue, no,&lt;br /&gt;And since I got the hold off me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm living life now that I'm free, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling me to get my shit together&lt;br /&gt;now I got my shit together, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Now I made it through the weather&lt;br /&gt;better days are gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry that it didn't work out I'm moving on,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry but it's over now,&lt;br /&gt;the pain is goooone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting on my shades&lt;br /&gt;to cover up my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I'm jumpin' in my ride,&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading out tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I'm solo, I'm riding solo,&lt;br /&gt;I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, sooloooo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like a star, you can't stop my shine,&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving cloud nine, my head's in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I'm solo, I'm riding solo,&lt;br /&gt;I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, sooloooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm feeling how I should,&lt;br /&gt;never knew single could feel this good, oh,&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing miss understood,&lt;br /&gt;back in the game, who knew I would, oh,&lt;br /&gt;So flex how I spread my wings, loving myself makes me wanna sing, oh,&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling me to get my shit together&lt;br /&gt;now I got my shit together, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Now I made it through the weather&lt;br /&gt;better days are gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry that it didn't work out I'm moving on,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry but it's over now,&lt;br /&gt;the pain is goooone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting on my shades&lt;br /&gt;to cover up my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I'm jumpin' in my ride,&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading out tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I'm solo, I'm riding solo,&lt;br /&gt;I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, sooloooo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like a star, you can't stop my shine,&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving cloud nine, my head's in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I'm solo, I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, sooloooo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, sooloooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah it's like S... O... L... O...&lt;br /&gt;S... O... L... O... S... O... L... O...&lt;br /&gt;Living my life and got stress no more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting on my shades&lt;br /&gt;to cover up my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I'm jumpin' in my ride,&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading out tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I'm solo, I'm riding solo,&lt;br /&gt;I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, sooloooo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like a star, you can't stop my shine,&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving cloud nine, my head's in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I'm solo, I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, sooloooo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo, sooloooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm riding solo, sooloooo,&lt;br /&gt;I'm riding solo, sooloooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmania.com/ridin_solo_lyrics_jason_derulo.html&lt;br /&gt;All about Jason Derulo: http://www.musictory.com/music/Jason+Derulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-4407960797267296872</id><published>2010-10-25T02:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T02:56:36.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little By Little</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ic-Na--7_NI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ic-Na--7_NI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-by-little_25.html' title='Little By Little'/><author><name>Nick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-413527812801066670</id><published>2010-10-16T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T13:24:11.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif, arial; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;With you I have the most beautiful encounter&lt;br /&gt;With you I have some blustery summer worries&lt;br /&gt;With you I have intoxicated and ached through to the last&lt;br /&gt;But I discovered that I could not not think about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;* Every time in your blameful eyes&lt;br /&gt;As though I could never understood how to give you tenderness&lt;br /&gt;Do not tell me again that we have parted already&lt;br /&gt;You showed me pain and reminiscence&lt;br /&gt;But you haven't taken away everything in the dream&lt;br /&gt;To let you go Why could I make you see clearly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;# As long as your memories have not faded the love of before&lt;br /&gt;I, willingly and silently, holding tears&lt;br /&gt;Would like to walk with you this life&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much the horizon and the shores change&lt;br /&gt;In this life Chasing in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to stay alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;As long as your memories have not faded the love of before&lt;br /&gt;I, willingly and silently, holding tears&lt;br /&gt;Would like to walk with you this life&lt;br /&gt;The you in my heart The you in my sea of thoughs&lt;br /&gt;This life I cannot not have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664014789928116297-413527812801066670?l=nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/413527812801066670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664014789928116297&amp;postID=413527812801066670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/413527812801066670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/413527812801066670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/10/with-you-i-have-most-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Nick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-4168852467198570658</id><published>2010-10-12T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T01:36:37.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been so long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;if only you knew how i felt, regardless how things might have been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-5198299769179030128</id><published>2010-08-12T01:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T02:09:33.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>i realize that the simplest form of words are the easiest to comprehend and express your feelings. thank you very much for everything, i do not want to dwell in this anymore, it's all merely a dream to me now. thank you and goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="210" height="143"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lcs440fhYws&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/5198299769179030128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/08/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>Nick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-2686133572127135754</id><published>2008-10-19T03:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T03:39:35.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>Hey, didn't notice i's been like gazillion years since i last updated my blog ironically the last post was on a rather inauspicious friday the 13th lol.  everything been changing so fast and i couldn't keep up to it. For starters few of my very very very besties left in pursue for their studies. Being said so is brian, tracy like doh, marx, aaron and xuan. Pretty hard time coping without them but life goes on. Finally graduate from tbs, i was like thinking i would never get the fuck out of that hell hole, changed new type-r bodykits,rims,exhauts pretty much a big makeover, some family issues and the list goes on yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, stubborn child if you ever read this blog too, didnt know u would make such an impact to my daily lives but as i said i am taking it gradually as i am very much different from other people. it's either a bonus point or also not i dont know. just wanna acknowledge that 17/08/08 was one of the best times there was so much humor and also fun at you know where ;) i dont know i'm pretty restlessness up awake too at this time lots of thoughts  going through my mind and the possibilities seems unlimited. anyway to cut it short i just want to make things to work for both of us and ultimately in doing so to make you happy : ) the amount of cock we talk, the amount of commoness we have together, the amount of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;potholes&lt;/span&gt; there is in ampang, the amount of lalas in sungai wang, the amount of lame jokes we share, the amount of i wannawhackuanduwannawhackme that we shared, the amount of uncertainties we have, the amount of taste bud we have, the amount of time we know each other, i  hope things will always be the same and i'm being very positive over it, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hurry up and wait&lt;br /&gt;So close, but so far away&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you've always dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;Close enough for you to taste&lt;br /&gt;But you just can't touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;You know you can if you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;In your face as the door keeps slamming&lt;br /&gt;Now you're feeling more and more frustrated&lt;br /&gt;And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live and we learn to take&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen and it's&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen and we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe and you doubt&lt;br /&gt;You're confused, you got it all figured out&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you always wished for&lt;br /&gt;Could be yours, should be yours, would be yours&lt;br /&gt;If they only knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;You know you can if you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;In your face as the door keeps slamming&lt;br /&gt;Now you're feeling more and more frustrated&lt;br /&gt;And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can't wait any longer&lt;br /&gt;But there's no end in sight&lt;br /&gt;when you need to find the strength&lt;br /&gt;It's your faith that makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;The only way you get there&lt;br /&gt;Is one step at a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664014789928116297-2686133572127135754?l=nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2686133572127135754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664014789928116297&amp;postID=2686133572127135754' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/2686133572127135754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/2686133572127135754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Nick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-3514357567892236318</id><published>2008-06-13T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T15:02:53.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>I've tried to hide it so that no one knows &lt;br /&gt;But I guess it shows &lt;br /&gt;When you look into my eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664014789928116297-3514357567892236318?l=nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3514357567892236318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664014789928116297&amp;postID=3514357567892236318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/3514357567892236318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/3514357567892236318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Nick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-8461580597078688566</id><published>2008-03-25T02:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T02:46:16.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching Video.</title><content type='html'>Hello all, been really lazy to update my blog. To cut things short, I'm still in TBS and everything is still pretty the same. Enjoy the video ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ORWSeZY4j1s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ORWSeZY4j1s&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fm0POBZsZVQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fm0POBZsZVQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664014789928116297-8461580597078688566?l=nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8461580597078688566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664014789928116297&amp;postID=8461580597078688566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/8461580597078688566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/8461580597078688566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/touching-video.html' title='Touching Video.'/><author><name>Nick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-7851683553528318324</id><published>2008-02-18T02:11:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:11:03.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18/2/o8</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, happy chinese new year everyone, may joy and prosperity be by your side and your love ones. My chinese new year celebration was pretty normal, likewise it's pretty much the same every year and less exciting as you grow older, the only good part about it is actually getting to catchup with your so called long-time-no-see relatives and also get to cash in some extra bucks ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first day of cny i met up with my old pal mr lee yoong jan he was apparently back in KL to celebrate his cny with his parents and also kl relative he gave me a ring and i was pretty shock. also another old friend of mine tag along who could it be either than the gorgeously hot wei hui :P daniel tan and joey tag along as well pretty complete ;) P.S/ we went to bangsar, d'heaven btw :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R7h50mesClI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Y6hyY-ozHU8/s1600-h/DSC00490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R7h50mesClI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Y6hyY-ozHU8/s320/DSC00490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168014516997065298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he say he'll only take pictures with his palms on his blemishes ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R7h6D2esCmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/d3PlG8WAUv0/s1600-h/DSC00491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R7h6D2esCmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/d3PlG8WAUv0/s320/DSC00491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168014778990070370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R7h6NmesCnI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DySw4QWhXO4/s1600-h/DSC00492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R7h6NmesCnI/AAAAAAAAAJk/DySw4QWhXO4/s320/DSC00492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168014946493794930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R7h6d2esCoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/yXxLv-iKsS8/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R7h6d2esCoI/AAAAAAAAAJs/yXxLv-iKsS8/s320/DSC00495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168015225666669186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to V'day then :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i did not had any date invitations :P i went out with myera to midvalley to catch jumper, for me the storyline it's abit rocky and also not properly constructed but for the effort wise on gfx 3d animations, it's absolutely top notch ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R7h69GesCpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jpbPqehzpwE/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R7h69GesCpI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/jpbPqehzpwE/s320/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168015762537581202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed to ninja jones for our so called v day dinner :P and so coincidentally lee qing huang, min fei and qing's cousins were there celebrating as well, joined them for a few rounds of sakae after our dinner :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R7h7YmesCqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UnfsTPfkUiY/s1600-h/DSC00508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R7h7YmesCqI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UnfsTPfkUiY/s320/DSC00508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168016234983983778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R7h7hmesCrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/1tScOky0tLo/s1600-h/DSC00510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R7h7hmesCrI/AAAAAAAAAKE/1tScOky0tLo/s320/DSC00510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168016389602806450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shuriken number one, claimed by the owner his best in house dish ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and the night &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;idnt ended early we headed to hilton KL zeta bar for couple of drinks, but it was pretty strict on events night so we settled down in the lounge for few shots of drinks :) xuanne and xinying joined along pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R7h8TWesCtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8x5Gn7K8Dm0/s1600-h/DSCN4463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R7h8TWesCtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/8x5Gn7K8Dm0/s320/DSCN4463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168017244301298386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aylord number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R7h8n2esCuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/k_CObth9vU8/s1600-h/DSCN4461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R7h8n2esCuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/k_CObth9vU8/s320/DSCN4461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168017596488616674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, on saturday night attended marx's chua wei king's farewell/open hse dinner in his crib. only angie me and ky attended his thingy, as the rest was probably busy and brian had his own open house and he's probably pretty mad but he don;t know what happend in the interval. pretty good time spended in his hse, as his finally a big boy and will be heading to RMIT, Melborune :( all the best and hopefully you make use of all the TRICKS I THOUGHT U IN SMJK KATHOLIK, noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R7h9MWesCvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZOQd3sV6GEs/s1600-h/DSC00515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R7h9MWesCvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZOQd3sV6GEs/s320/DSC00515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168018223553841906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ok, i know you guys are gonna ask, who the fuck is the nigger in the middle. he;s the lead vocalist for the yenghai band in the 1950's. the band who sang "only you" as well as "smoke gets in your eye" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664014789928116297-7851683553528318324?l=nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7851683553528318324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664014789928116297&amp;postID=7851683553528318324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/7851683553528318324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/7851683553528318324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/02/182o8.html' title='18/2/o8'/><author><name>Nick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R7h50mesClI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Y6hyY-ozHU8/s72-c/DSC00490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-2601055347193959554</id><published>2008-02-06T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:11:07.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6/12/o8</title><content type='html'>Hello, it's like 500 light years ago since i last posted an update. Actually i had tons to blog about but due to technical circumstances which one of them is because i owned a lousy camera phone and most of the pictures are in my friends phone and i keep procrastinating as usual :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where should i start? Obviously right after my final day in march07tbsfoundation? It's quite a mixed bag of emotions for me seriously. I feel unreal, and a little bit of heavy hearted. It's been almost ten to eleven months whereby i meet the same faces and people every single day and been through quite a milestone of my life with them. often joke, laugh and talk cock around had come to an end. all though i don't deny throughout the foundation I've met foes and also good friends; although i am not a person who actually shows it but you all know what kind of person i am ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6iWCkM53CI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tdOfmGKsE_A/s1600-h/1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6iWCkM53CI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tdOfmGKsE_A/s320/1.3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163541943601978402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;look! jan is still there behind! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6iXDkM53DI/AAAAAAAAAHE/b9iXPI9pDx0/s1600-h/DSC00112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6iXDkM53DI/AAAAAAAAAHE/b9iXPI9pDx0/s320/DSC00112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163543060293475378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lmao@daniel&amp;amp;muk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6iXe0M53EI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BV9PUllTIQI/s1600-h/d%2Bm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6iXe0M53EI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BV9PUllTIQI/s320/d%2Bm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163543528444910658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAW presentation ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6iX00M53FI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hXYvZaUH-9o/s1600-h/d%2Bm%2801%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6iX00M53FI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hXYvZaUH-9o/s320/d%2Bm%2801%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163543906402032722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6iZBEM53GI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8X5EwhRi20g/s1600-h/2.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6iZBEM53GI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8X5EwhRi20g/s320/2.3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163545216367058018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;semester II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6iZWUM53HI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nkql1ppQg38/s1600-h/5don.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6iZWUM53HI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nkql1ppQg38/s320/5don.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163545581439278194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after BCP presentation ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6iaHUM53II/AAAAAAAAAHs/Rbfy9C14oHM/s1600-h/DSC00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6iaHUM53II/AAAAAAAAAHs/Rbfy9C14oHM/s320/DSC00111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163546423252868226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;harharhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6ia1EM53JI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Z0DjaQlG5Ok/s1600-h/DSC00430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6ia1EM53JI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Z0DjaQlG5Ok/s320/DSC00430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163547209231883410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hensem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6ib1EM53KI/AAAAAAAAAH8/s6TOAuVMvFw/s1600-h/DSC01409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6ib1EM53KI/AAAAAAAAAH8/s6TOAuVMvFw/s320/DSC01409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163548308743511202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extreme behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6icSUM53LI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GsPwtDBcZh4/s1600-h/xinying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6icSUM53LI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GsPwtDBcZh4/s320/xinying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163548811254684850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drunken in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6ic30M53MI/AAAAAAAAAIM/b43TRI6M0mQ/s1600-h/1pointthree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6ic30M53MI/AAAAAAAAAIM/b43TRI6M0mQ/s320/1pointthree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163549455499779266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ss15 rojak stall ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6idiEM53NI/AAAAAAAAAIU/p-LQIFOowUk/s1600-h/point3-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6idiEM53NI/AAAAAAAAAIU/p-LQIFOowUk/s320/point3-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163550181349252306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d-day :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6ieC0M53OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GsiNrEi0EUE/s1600-h/marc1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6ieC0M53OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GsiNrEi0EUE/s320/marc1.3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163550743989968098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;threepointthree not threepointsix :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the pictures pretty much sums it all, REALLY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes really fast &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sometimes it's good to have a timemachine if it really exsists but it's the past who makes you who you are today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anyhow i will still be back in TBS cause i still have to repeat my fucking bma paper and i hope i didnt fail my BST because i really grind lots of effort in for that subject. anyhow, however who knows me from tbs or anywhere whenever you guys need a hand or yumcha just gimme a ring :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bed Club - 1/2/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was in bed club last week and guess what i got fined for not stopping during traffic light. i was a lil drunk back then but i think the police set me up. and now my license my be canceled :( dont wanna elaborate more, dont wanna think bout it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6igbEM53PI/AAAAAAAAAIk/XYikNjvPJdk/s1600-h/DSC00475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6igbEM53PI/AAAAAAAAAIk/XYikNjvPJdk/s320/DSC00475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163553359625051378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6igrEM53QI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5o1SGZr-r8c/s1600-h/DSC00476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6igrEM53QI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5o1SGZr-r8c/s320/DSC00476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163553634502958338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6ig40M53RI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aT-z5SCorN8/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6ig40M53RI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aT-z5SCorN8/s320/DSC00478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163553870726159634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6ihFUM53SI/AAAAAAAAAI8/frE4-nxzK2U/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6ihFUM53SI/AAAAAAAAAI8/frE4-nxzK2U/s320/DSC00483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163554085474524450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my after chinese new year mods, hopefully ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6ihUUM53TI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1pPjnSzmTIk/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6ihUUM53TI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1pPjnSzmTIk/s320/DSC00488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163554343172562226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;original type-r pushstart button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6ihiUM53UI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3tEPiR4EUQY/s1600-h/bonnety1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6ihiUM53UI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3tEPiR4EUQY/s320/bonnety1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163554583690730818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mugen RR carbon-fibre bonnet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like the longest post ever i posted on my blog and not too mentioned the amount of pictures, happy cny and all the best to everyone. bye bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664014789928116297-2601055347193959554?l=nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2601055347193959554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664014789928116297&amp;postID=2601055347193959554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/2601055347193959554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/2601055347193959554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/02/612o8.html' title='6/12/o8'/><author><name>Nick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R6iWCkM53CI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tdOfmGKsE_A/s72-c/1.3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-101154780552443050</id><published>2008-01-21T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T19:16:30.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the starting line.</title><content type='html'>tell me what you thought about when you were gone&lt;br /&gt;And so alone&lt;br /&gt;The worst is over&lt;br /&gt;You can have the best of me&lt;br /&gt;We got older&lt;br /&gt;But we're still young&lt;br /&gt;We never grew out of this feeling that we wont give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we lay again&lt;br /&gt;On two separate beds&lt;br /&gt;Riding phone lines&lt;br /&gt;to meet a familiar voice&lt;br /&gt;And pictures drawn from memory&lt;br /&gt;We reflect on miscommunications&lt;br /&gt;And misunderstandings&lt;br /&gt;And missing each other too&lt;br /&gt;Much to have had to let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn our music down&lt;br /&gt;And we whisper&lt;br /&gt;"Say what you're thinking right now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you thought about when you were gone&lt;br /&gt;And so alone&lt;br /&gt;The worst is over&lt;br /&gt;You can have the best of me&lt;br /&gt;We got older&lt;br /&gt;But we're still young&lt;br /&gt;We never grew out of this feeling that we wont give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping to conclusions&lt;br /&gt;Made me fall away from you&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that the truth has brought back together me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're sitting on the ground and we whisper&lt;br /&gt;"Say what you're thinking out loud"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you thought about when you were gone&lt;br /&gt;And so alone&lt;br /&gt;The worst is over&lt;br /&gt;You can have the best of me&lt;br /&gt;We got older&lt;br /&gt;But we're still young&lt;br /&gt;We never grew out of this feeling that we wont give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn our music down&lt;br /&gt;And we whisper&lt;br /&gt;We're sitting on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And we whisper&lt;br /&gt;We turn our music down&lt;br /&gt;We're sitting on the ground&lt;br /&gt;The next time I'm in town&lt;br /&gt;We will kiss girl&lt;br /&gt;We will kiss girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you thought about when you were gone&lt;br /&gt;And so alone&lt;br /&gt;The worst is over&lt;br /&gt;can have the best of me&lt;br /&gt;We got older&lt;br /&gt;But we're still young&lt;br /&gt;We never grew out of this feeling that we won't&lt;br /&gt;Feeling that we can't&lt;br /&gt;That were not ready to give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got older, but we're still young&lt;br /&gt;We never grew out of this feeling that we wont give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kQjnihNtjKQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kQjnihNtjKQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great song ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664014789928116297-101154780552443050?l=nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/101154780552443050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664014789928116297&amp;postID=101154780552443050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/101154780552443050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/101154780552443050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/01/starting-line.html' title='the starting line.'/><author><name>Nick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-2182120173680428572</id><published>2008-01-20T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:11:08.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunked last day.</title><content type='html'>Last thursday we celebrated mark tan's birthday in where else but maison? ;) everything when well had dinner in centrepoint with few others but out of the random rookie champion 07 mr wong jun min joined us out of the blue :D he was on the way to aman suria for his car club TT anyway. We headed straight to maison and it was pretty empty when we reach opened four bottles, dewars, bombay, chivas and jack daniels but there were pretty much of us couldn't be bothered anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R5IvcMy64XI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EWOCghGBOQg/s1600-h/DSC00460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R5IvcMy64XI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EWOCghGBOQg/s320/DSC00460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157236684810281330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The booze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R5Ivo8y64YI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gdldMY4jiGA/s1600-h/DSC00461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R5Ivo8y64YI/AAAAAAAAAGw/gdldMY4jiGA/s320/DSC00461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157236903853613442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;nothing much special overall but was just abit tired bringing people in and out. i was quite drunk in the end and ryan ended up driving my car, hanged around in rufi and went back around 6am.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, i didn't made it for the last day of class, feel kinda left out here. lots of memories to relish upon i am sure the friends and foe's that i've made over the whole foundation ;(&lt;br /&gt;the good ol'days some of them will only always remained in memory and might not happend anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, saturday went to the gym as usual and went out to catch a movie with the new lovely dovey xin ying and yong hol, makes me feel like such a light bulb but what to do?! i was the match maker what? ;p watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gabriel; &lt;/span&gt;was quite an okay show about angels and fallen angels the main girl role was really hot for my liking &gt;.&lt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/77947457.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF1936ED6F4FE2F3F40DC70884129D043B868284831B75F48EF45"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/77947457.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=ViewImages&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=17A4AD9FDB9CF1936ED6F4FE2F3F40DC70884129D043B868284831B75F48EF45" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;samantha noble; aka jade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664014789928116297-2182120173680428572?l=nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2182120173680428572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664014789928116297&amp;postID=2182120173680428572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/2182120173680428572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/2182120173680428572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/01/drunked-last-day.html' title='Drunked last day.'/><author><name>Nick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R5IvcMy64XI/AAAAAAAAAGo/EWOCghGBOQg/s72-c/DSC00460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-7436683495261153259</id><published>2008-01-17T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:11:08.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I submit!</title><content type='html'>Heyas! First thing first i'm quite excited that i actually passed my BST test if i am not mistaken i scored a 26/50. But hey it's like my very first time passing a maths test since when? Form 2 it's a milestone  for me so far. And i really hope that i can passed my BST finals, as i really did put in effort for it ;) I am also retaking BMA classes; yeah retaking whole sem ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things had been pretty strange lately for some weird reasons just can't seem to know why. Besides that i've been hitting the gyms vigorously lately can't stand myself being a potato couch and a drinking machine i've set myself a time line; just wait and see in 3 months time how would i look like! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R44_F8y64VI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Es-7vROjSNY/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R44_F8y64VI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Es-7vROjSNY/s320/DSC00456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156127994837393746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner after gym, i know it's unhealty but dad wanted KFC :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R44_V8y64WI/AAAAAAAAAFg/AE7IyiXAJnM/s1600-h/DSC00455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R44_V8y64WI/AAAAAAAAAFg/AE7IyiXAJnM/s320/DSC00455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156128269715300706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big bun but lack of fillings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today just tagged along with xuannie and aaronz after class to BU to collect some stuff.  whilst in the car i overheard a very, very familiar song but i forgotten what was the tittle of the song but i was surprised i managed to remember the lyrics and i found out it was; yellowcard - only one but the accoustic version, pretty good stuff ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3BAA3eVGlBQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3BAA3eVGlBQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664014789928116297-7436683495261153259?l=nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7436683495261153259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664014789928116297&amp;postID=7436683495261153259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/7436683495261153259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/7436683495261153259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-submit.html' title='I submit!'/><author><name>Nick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R44_F8y64VI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Es-7vROjSNY/s72-c/DSC00456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-2648553377906571676</id><published>2008-01-13T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:11:10.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend galore.</title><content type='html'>Gonna start off with Thursday went to pavillion for drinking and shoppin session but what the fuck? kl was like so congested i was stucked in the jam for 2 hours; and the best part when i turned into bukit bintang the exit way to pavillion was close and i had to make a big ROUND to get in. Met up with Myera,Daniel, Grace, Grace friends, Bobo chill around in our usual place in carlos nothing much was fun time again ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4mkOMy64JI/AAAAAAAAAD4/56POE5JKLaI/s1600-h/DanTan119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4mkOMy64JI/AAAAAAAAAD4/56POE5JKLaI/s320/DanTan119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154831812362166418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at daniel lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4mku8y64LI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7RGogAB9Ihw/s1600-h/DSCN4177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4mku8y64LI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7RGogAB9Ihw/s320/DSCN4177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154832375002882226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Future SIA stewardess ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4mk5My64MI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XmHDkzJkhBs/s1600-h/DSCN4199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4mk5My64MI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XmHDkzJkhBs/s320/DSCN4199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154832551096541378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Group pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4mlCMy64NI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hhtc5-bGXNA/s1600-h/DSCN4202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4mlCMy64NI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hhtc5-bGXNA/s320/DSCN4202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154832705715364050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;wanted to drink more but the rest had to left early caused they were all heading to maison and me being myself a good boy obviously headed home and didn't join in the craze. on the way back i drop daniel back in ampang and i got stop by the cops and i was pretty relax eventhough i was really drunk i didnt even know they were stopping me till they on the siren lmao was too drunk and i acted normal and i thought i was gonna get nailed for drunk driving instead they blamed it on my HID's lol talked and talked and at the end settled with RM30 pretty fun experience though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day went to met up with tracyz and marx in centrepoint as she was heading back to SG nothing much as well ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday was shopping galore went to pavillion with my mom and obviously she sponsored me ;p bought lots of stuffs and probably will be heading back there again for second round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4mmDsy64OI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3uf9Se-Hncc/s1600-h/DSC00450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4mmDsy64OI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3uf9Se-Hncc/s320/DSC00450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154833830996795618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goods;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4mmTsy64PI/AAAAAAAAAEo/P1Y1FpJcga8/s1600-h/DSC00451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4mmTsy64PI/AAAAAAAAAEo/P1Y1FpJcga8/s320/DSC00451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154834105874702578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the infamous onitsuka tiger ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4mmlMy64QI/AAAAAAAAAEw/47OisagGarU/s1600-h/DSC00452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4mmlMy64QI/AAAAAAAAAEw/47OisagGarU/s320/DSC00452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154834406522413314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4mmwMy64RI/AAAAAAAAAE4/gciHMXRup38/s1600-h/DSC00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4mmwMy64RI/AAAAAAAAAE4/gciHMXRup38/s320/DSC00453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154834595500974354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tigeeer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;had been a very long time since i really shopped till my feet really hurts. at the end ended up dining in kampachi nothing to shout about really their standard was far better in their main branch in equitorial hotel imo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4mn_8y64SI/AAAAAAAAAFA/EieSnB90hbs/s1600-h/kam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4mn_8y64SI/AAAAAAAAAFA/EieSnB90hbs/s320/kam2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154835965595541794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4moK8y64TI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ERCXJz1tDNE/s1600-h/kam3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4moK8y64TI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ERCXJz1tDNE/s320/kam3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154836154574102834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4moTsy64UI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9G9e8jaWPx0/s1600-h/kaam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4moTsy64UI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9G9e8jaWPx0/s320/kaam1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154836304897958210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall was quite a quiet and relax weekend spended time with my mum and all. the next day went for civic tt gathering in aman suria and later got a ticket from the police again OMG 2 tickets in less than 3 days how bad could it be? for speeding was rolling around 170km/h on the stretch from hartamas to federal highway and the fuckers almost cause me to collide into another car i had to jam my breaks all the way with the tire screeching sound was the block the right land and i was driving too fast and had to pay RM30 again fuck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664014789928116297-2648553377906571676?l=nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2648553377906571676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664014789928116297&amp;postID=2648553377906571676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/2648553377906571676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/2648553377906571676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/01/weekend-galore.html' title='Weekend galore.'/><author><name>Nick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4mkOMy64JI/AAAAAAAAAD4/56POE5JKLaI/s72-c/DanTan119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-8538086106211667110</id><published>2008-01-10T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:11:10.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless.</title><content type='html'>Hello e-peeps. It has been a very boring week lately, especially when things aren't going how it is suppose to be. I mean literally. Sometimes i really doubt about all this friendship bullshit when it's put up into a test. Gullible as it seems "best friends best friends" but i wonder how many of you all actually put it into use. Tired of sick the Talk only, No action attitude. I'm not the kind of person who really will nudge a step forward or make an effort to save or do something because the ego in mean often submerged the feelings. But lately I've learn that how good it feels when u move forward and do what you wanna do at least when you look back and reminisce about it you feel so good i mean REALLY, you won't be blaming yourself anymore not doing this not doing that, and imagining what the outcome will be if you did this or that, but instead you just did it, at least you TRIED, no regrets and whatever the outcome is; it's not up you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, it's been a boring weekend what else that i just caught a flu and some slight sore throat oh-dugary! Went to Pyramid to hangout today even though i was really half dead. My nose was like leaking wherever i walked i was sneezing and water was dripping from my nose rill ;P Finally i've watched national treasure 2, overall it wasn't as good as i thought it would be and the storyline is somewhere too fragile for my liking. Headed to sushiking after that for&lt;br /&gt;some bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably will be heading to pavillion tomorrow to catch a movie and to meet up my old time buddies, might be having happy hour with my college mates as well. Really enjoyed the drinking session last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4dQQMy64II/AAAAAAAAADw/K2uhCiqyEc4/s1600-h/myera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4dQQMy64II/AAAAAAAAADw/K2uhCiqyEc4/s320/myera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154176537791750274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Myera and a sick nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664014789928116297-8538086106211667110?l=nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8538086106211667110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664014789928116297&amp;postID=8538086106211667110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/8538086106211667110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/8538086106211667110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/01/clueless.html' title='Clueless.'/><author><name>Nick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4dQQMy64II/AAAAAAAAADw/K2uhCiqyEc4/s72-c/myera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-1213467789823644476</id><published>2008-01-07T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:31:22.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your guardian angel.</title><content type='html'>Nice song ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wip3JFYNDrQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;Tears run down my face I can't replace&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm stronger I've figured out&lt;br /&gt;How this world turns cold and breaks through my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok. It's ok. It's ok.&lt;br /&gt;Seasons are changing&lt;br /&gt;And waves are crashing&lt;br /&gt;And stars are falling all for us&lt;br /&gt;Days grow longer and nights grow shorter&lt;br /&gt;I can show you I'll be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're my, you're my, my true love, my whole heart&lt;br /&gt;Please don't throw that away&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away,&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me you'll stay, stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use me as you will&lt;br /&gt;Pull my strings just for a thrill&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;Though my skies are turning gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664014789928116297-1213467789823644476?l=nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1213467789823644476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664014789928116297&amp;postID=1213467789823644476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/1213467789823644476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/1213467789823644476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/01/your-guardian-angel.html' title='Your guardian angel.'/><author><name>Nick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-5126303775444108249</id><published>2008-01-06T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:11:12.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>Harrow all ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been sometime since i last updated well in the time line of almost a week now plenty incidents had taken place. I'll kick start with the new year eve celebrations. Went to the class with my classmates but it was too packed and some of them were late, so i mingled around and finally met up with Ryan in laundry. Christ it was so fucking packed i had to like qued up for 10 minutes to get in even i had a table prior. Not too mention the smelly stench of armpits.  Later went out to meet my classmates and michelle kuek and the rest of the classmates arrive was pretty unorganized we mingled around and became victims of idiots spraying those artificial snow everywhere, worst new year eve ever i would say but it wasn't that bad after all due to the company ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4DZAcy630I/AAAAAAAAABQ/2V-RGPDVc6w/s1600-h/DSC00429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4DZAcy630I/AAAAAAAAABQ/2V-RGPDVc6w/s320/DSC00429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152356575464841026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;parked in ikano, everywhere were so packed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4DazMy632I/AAAAAAAAABg/Am--xzf3lCY/s1600-h/nickmic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4DazMy632I/AAAAAAAAABg/Am--xzf3lCY/s320/nickmic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152358546854829922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4DZzMy631I/AAAAAAAAABY/SQVRsvMV_SA/s1600-h/DSCN6334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 342px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4DZzMy631I/AAAAAAAAABY/SQVRsvMV_SA/s320/DSCN6334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152357447343202130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much sums up my NYE celebrations and not to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;forget i met up&lt;br /&gt;with my old pal Andy Li, didn't manage to take a picture&lt;br /&gt;with him will do next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o8 resoltuions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;skip less class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cut down on drinking and smoking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be more attentive in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stop fooling around and being a clown, the boy who cries for wolf :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More moding madness to my car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And to update further on the 4th of january was pretty much the first time i went out with a bunch of classmates of mine to Pavilion. Too bad someone suggested to go there and did not show up ;p it's okay i understand your circumstances :DD Not too mentioned it was to celebrate M Lee and Myera's birthday, they make me feel like a kid now damn those early babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4Dcxcy633I/AAAAAAAAABo/K4nnUPl__jA/s1600-h/DSC00431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4Dcxcy633I/AAAAAAAAABo/K4nnUPl__jA/s320/DSC00431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152360715813314418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joey's nasi bonjari; turned out quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4DdXMy634I/AAAAAAAAABw/4v7aclu5Ux8/s1600-h/joeyme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4DdXMy634I/AAAAAAAAABw/4v7aclu5Ux8/s320/joeyme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152361364353376130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4Dd0sy635I/AAAAAAAAAB4/8fibG-d4DQ0/s1600-h/vain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4Dd0sy635I/AAAAAAAAAB4/8fibG-d4DQ0/s320/vain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152361871159517074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The three wise guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4DeXsy636I/AAAAAAAAACA/cgHUIauHveQ/s1600-h/keyuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4DeXsy636I/AAAAAAAAACA/cgHUIauHveQ/s320/keyuk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152362472454938530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4De_8y637I/AAAAAAAAACI/OyJQGW86oxE/s1600-h/dan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4De_8y637I/AAAAAAAAACI/OyJQGW86oxE/s320/dan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152363163944673202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4Dflcy638I/AAAAAAAAACQ/0hREwCWawIc/s1600-h/3ppl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4Dflcy638I/AAAAAAAAACQ/0hREwCWawIc/s320/3ppl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152363808189767618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lucky boi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4Df5cy639I/AAAAAAAAACY/IRkGQwFUHzY/s1600-h/grop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4Df5cy639I/AAAAAAAAACY/IRkGQwFUHzY/s320/grop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152364151787151314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the shopping madness and camwhoring the rest went toM lee's party and&lt;br /&gt;i had to leave early. Me,Daniel,Bobo and Melinda wentto Carlos for couple of&lt;br /&gt;rounds of happy hour, a lil tipsy though but was pretty fun, especially&lt;br /&gt;the never ending debate with Daniel as usual ;) Bro, if you;re reading this we&lt;br /&gt;should really do it moreoften!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664014789928116297-5126303775444108249?l=nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5126303775444108249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664014789928116297&amp;postID=5126303775444108249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/5126303775444108249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/5126303775444108249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/01/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>Nick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R4DZAcy630I/AAAAAAAAABQ/2V-RGPDVc6w/s72-c/DSC00429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-4774707219136276749</id><published>2008-01-01T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:56:32.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eerie flows within, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; only made with flesh and blood;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wheeping the tears with a hollow napkin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;voices telling me to swallow the feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; reached a crossroad;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;as every action i dictate closer it's a risk of bruising,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; shall just be patient and shut another window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;nothing major, just some random write up that's all that pretty much sums up my random feelings now. P.S; i'm not emoing, happy new year all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664014789928116297-4774707219136276749?l=nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4774707219136276749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664014789928116297&amp;postID=4774707219136276749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/4774707219136276749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/4774707219136276749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/01/feelings_01.html' title='Feelings.'/><author><name>Nick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-8043652648686912105</id><published>2007-12-31T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:11:13.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new addiction.</title><content type='html'>Yadayada? Helloo. Haven't been updating awhile. Apparently some say it's hard to keep track of my blog because i update it almost everyday. Lately, i've been glued to my computer. No it's not the world of warcraft addiction kicking in again tired of killing thousands of hordes and swearing around battlegrounds labeling people dickheads or striving to get my full vengenful gear; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;non wow players you can skip this paragraph;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3fY5sy63zI/AAAAAAAAABI/CDxZQO64Gek/s1600-h/dickinaround.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3fY5sy63zI/AAAAAAAAABI/CDxZQO64Gek/s320/dickinaround.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149823184710328114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yumiakira; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wtf,&lt;/span&gt; you dicking around midfield?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay,&lt;/span&gt; back to my new addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, during my class break i would normally go for my lunch and go to rack for a couple of foos session but recently i've been influenced by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;joey&lt;/span&gt; and also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bob&lt;/span&gt;. What is it? lol, playing pro evolution soccer 2008 on the rented ps2. Sounds gay, i do not deny it but heck, it's indeed very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so glued to it i even bought the pc version of the game and even bought a RM150, logitech controller to have precise control of the game :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pesgaming.com/blog/wp-content/photos/pes2008box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 243px;" src="http://www.pesgaming.com/blog/wp-content/photos/pes2008box.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This sums it, when you see me i am busy i am actually around just playing the game. Oh, and i forgot to update! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My nemesis, the bst test was proven to be a horrendous one. I've only manage to do like 3 questions and the rest of the mcq's were actually guesses skip all the back part... so, i don't know maybe see ya guys next semester again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, undecided where to go for new year's eve most probably bar club or the curve. Luna bar is fully booked so i doubt i'll be heading there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy new year in advance, will have a new year resolution list posted up soon. In the mean time, have a good new year, have fun and be safe, cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5664014789928116297-8043652648686912105?l=nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8043652648686912105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664014789928116297&amp;postID=8043652648686912105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/8043652648686912105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/8043652648686912105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-new-addiction.html' title='My new addiction.'/><author><name>Nick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3fY5sy63zI/AAAAAAAAABI/CDxZQO64Gek/s72-c/dickinaround.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-3378142338578617801</id><published>2007-12-27T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T16:11:13.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routines</title><content type='html'>Midterm exams has started. It all kicked off with the english paper which i was late to the exam hall as usual, bad time management :( i was astonished at first when i first flip through my question sheet, and to add more misery; the entire booklet requires you to read like a 10000 word passage in order to answer the questions, yadayada just plain bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch as usuals and camp&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt; in the library for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grandfinale&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow and my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nemesis&lt;/span&gt;, business statistics :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few pictures taken outside the library;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3OlNcy63vI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EFnMGmHVVo4/s1600-h/shoes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3OlNcy63vI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EFnMGmHVVo4/s320/shoes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148640449501257458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess who legs those belongs to?, *shurgs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3Olfsy63wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/joqYaIfYx1U/s1600-h/melme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3Olfsy63wI/AAAAAAAAAA0/joqYaIfYx1U/s320/melme.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148640763033870082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mewmew and me lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3OjPsy63uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XabEbMn4jes/s1600-h/brianass.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3OjPsy63uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XabEbMn4jes/s320/brianass.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148638289132707554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brian endorsing his sexyback :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now, bye bye and good luck for bst all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664014789928116297-3378142338578617801?l=nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3378142338578617801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664014789928116297&amp;postID=3378142338578617801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/3378142338578617801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/3378142338578617801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/2007/12/routines.html' title='Routines'/><author><name>Nick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3OlNcy63vI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EFnMGmHVVo4/s72-c/shoes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-2051558571542362297</id><published>2007-12-26T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T19:16:29.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Fact.</title><content type='html'>Hellooo homies! Going to meet my new BST and BMA tutor for the first time later in my house, hope everything will go well and most important he must not be a fag; finger's cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an interesting article that i came across from some random forum, it's a good read especially for you girls who always complain about not coming across a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; good guy!;read ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;See this question posted with some regularity in the personals section, so I thought I'd take a minute to explain things to the ladies out there that haven't figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What happened to all the nice guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The answer is simple: you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, if you think back, really hard, you might vaguely remember a Platonic guy pal who always seemed to want to spend time with you. He'd tag along with you when you went shopping, stop by your place for a movie when you were lonely but didn't feel like going out, or even sit there and hold you while you sobbed and told him about how horribly the (other) guy that you were f***ing treated you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time, you probably joked with your girlfriends about how he was a little puppy dog, always following you around, trying to do things to get you to pay attention to him. They probably teased you because they thought he had a crush on you. Given that his behavior was, admittedly, a little pathetic, you vehemently denied having any romantic feelings for him, and buttressed your position by claiming that you were "just friends." Besides, he totally wasn't your type. I mean, he was a little too short, or too bald, or too fat, or too poor, or didn't know how to dress himself, or basically be or do any of the things that your tall, good-looking, fit, rich, stylish boyfriend at the time pulled off with such ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, your Platonic buddy drifted away, as your relationship with the boyfriend got more serious and spending time with this other guy was, admittedly, a little weird, if you werent dating him. More time passed, and the boyfriend eventually cheated on you, or became boring, or you realized that the things that attracted you to him weren't the kinds of things that make for a good, long-term relationship. So, now, you're single again, and after having tried the bar scene for several months having only encountered players and douche bags, you wonder, "What happened to all the nice guys?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, once again, you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ignored the nice guy. You used him for emotional intimacy without reciprocating, in kind, with physical intimacy. You laughed at his consideration and resented his devotion. You valued the aloof boyfriend more than the attentive "just-a-" friend. Eventually, he took the hint and moved on with his life. He probably came to realize, one day, that women aren't really attracted to guys who hold doors open; or make dinners just because; or buy you a Christmas gift that you mentioned, in passing, that you really wanted five months ago; or listen when you're upset; or hold you when you cry. He came to realize that, if he wanted a woman like you, he'd have to act more like the boyfriend that you had. He probably cleaned up his look, started making some money, and generally acted like more of an ******* than he ever wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact is, now, he's probably getting laid, and in a way, your ultimate rejection of him is to thank for that. And I'm sorry that it took the complete absence of "nice guys" in your life for you to realize that you missed them and wanted them. Most women will only have a handful of nice guys stumble into their lives, if that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So, if you're looking for a nice guy, here's what you do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1.) Build a time machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2.) Go back a few years and pull your head out of your ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3.) Take a look at what's right in front of you and grab ahold of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the other possibility is that you STILL don't really want a nice guy, but you feel the social pressure to at least appear to have matured beyond your infantile taste in men. In which case, you might be in luck, because the nice guy you claim to want has, in reality, shed his nice guy mantle and is out there looking to unleash his cynicism and resentment onto someone just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you were five years younger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please: either stop misrepresenting what you want, or own up to the fact that you've f***ed yourself over. You're getting older, after all. It's time to excise the bullshit and deal with reality. You didn't want a nice guy then, and he certainly doesn't f***ing want you, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Recovering Nice Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, it was well written with sarcasm but nevertheless i could not agree more which it is very true, let's be fair. At least most girls are like that, i am not trying to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;generalize&lt;/span&gt; here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you see someone ranting here is what you do shove the international sign on top of her face. Just joking, abit hyper now two more days to my mid terms and also can't wait for new years day. Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.icedout.info/images/middle-finger-black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 291px;" src="http://www.icedout.info/images/middle-finger-black.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.icedout.info/images/middle-finger-black.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664014789928116297-2051558571542362297?l=nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2051558571542362297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664014789928116297&amp;postID=2051558571542362297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/2051558571542362297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/2051558571542362297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/2007/12/interesting-fact.html' title='Interesting Fact.'/><author><name>Nick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664014789928116297.post-2800323242324737905</id><published>2007-12-25T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:43:45.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola amigos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I've always wanted to start my own blog but apparently every time i was too lazy to signup! Finally I got my determination and created an account straight away on a quiet christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pressies this year for me this year, though it's not something i am not used to. I think the last christmas present that i last received what like what 12-13 years ago? I still remember i used to be a very mischievous boy back then not like i am not now :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My family used to have a christmas tree outside the living area and all the presents would be kept under the tree even though its not the 25 december yet. Knowing my patience i would always sneak out late at night to the three and when everyone is asleep i would hold my present which my name is written on eat and start shaking it, hoping to know what is hidden under those fancy wrappers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the present seems to be solid and making no noise this frustrates me more because i couldn't even make a guess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At this point i would start to find sharp edges of the present box and i tend to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;ninja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;open it. After the mission is done i leave it back under the tree as sif nothing had happend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day my parents would usually found out and then give me a long lecture. Thinking back all this makes me think how stupid i was back then. Can't believe i was so naive thinking i could get away with murder. Anyway to cut things short my most memorable x'mas present was a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; microscope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; i remember i saw it in toy's r'us and was begging my mom to buy it for me and she finally did back then. :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll post happenings about how i celebrated xmas eve later on when i get the pictures ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okays to round things up here is a poem that i wrote few years ago. I bullshit you not, it was my own work. Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;The Funeral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A gloomy friday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A hazy morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Crows screeching,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People mourning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Family in white, relatives in black,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some disorientated with the happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Others consoling each and another,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The clock hits 10', people leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Left with immediate members accompanying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;His last journey of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664014789928116297-2800323242324737905?l=nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2800323242324737905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664014789928116297&amp;postID=2800323242324737905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/2800323242324737905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664014789928116297/posts/default/2800323242324737905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahchronicles.blogspot.com/2007/12/hola-amigos.html' title='Hola amigos!'/><author><name>Nick M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03015828616482904303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pYSlB37GJAU/R3S36sy63yI/AAAAAAAAABA/sJfDy5iiqTs/S220/brianZ.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
