<?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-28584973</id><updated>2011-08-16T16:15:46.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Putput</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>231</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-51980076589368346</id><published>2009-08-24T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T23:16:31.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Those who intend to celebrate my birthday, there's something I would like to inform you guys in advance. Its best not to celebrate my b'day on the day itself as I maybe working and for those who intend to give me birthday presents, "cash" would be the perfect present for me. Thanks. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-51980076589368346?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/51980076589368346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=51980076589368346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/51980076589368346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/51980076589368346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/those-who-intend-to-celebrate-my.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-5757130269367088943</id><published>2009-08-22T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T02:12:47.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 weeks to my b'day and 16 more days to my exams. @#$%^&amp;amp; May the time freeze at September fifth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-5757130269367088943?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5757130269367088943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=5757130269367088943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/5757130269367088943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/5757130269367088943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-weeks-to-my-bday-and-16-more-days-to.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-3116310924841845364</id><published>2009-07-26T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:53:00.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A losing battle</title><content type='html'>Is it worth fighting a losing battle? I guess I can't win every fight, every battle. I knew the stakes of winning are low but I don't have a choice do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be losing the battle but let's hope I'll win the war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-3116310924841845364?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3116310924841845364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=3116310924841845364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3116310924841845364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3116310924841845364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/losing-battle.html' title='A losing battle'/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-91566679050722825</id><published>2009-07-23T23:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:36:29.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting an endless fight</title><content type='html'>Have I ever been so exhausted? This is the question that I've been asking myself again and again over this couple of weeks. I agree that there's bound to be a number of obstacles for us to overcome in life. Some obstacles comes in pair and some others come in multiple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'm strong enough to handle the obstacles that are laid in front of my path, be it a few or a dozen, but I was wrong or perhaps I'm met with too much obstacles this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as though I've been fighting a whole platoon of army alone. I'm badly wounded, bleeding from head to toe, some wounds were made by the blades of the enemies knifes, others were penetrated by the bullets from the enemies guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some back up, some reinforcements, some miracle and I definitely need to recuperate. Though I'm praying for such stuff to happen but on the other half I knew those stuffs I prayed for wont just drop down from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to achieve those things that I want is to never stop fighting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-91566679050722825?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/91566679050722825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=91566679050722825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/91566679050722825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/91566679050722825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/fighting-endless-fight.html' title='Fighting an endless fight'/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-4325594909166906028</id><published>2009-07-19T02:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T02:31:40.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entering a new phase</title><content type='html'>Do not be surprise or shock, you did not enter to some stranger's blog. Yes, this blog belong to me, Nicholas Lim. As you guys can see that I've change my blog skin. I somehow find my previous blog skin no longer suit me and I don't really prefer things to be too complicated for the time being. The simpler the better so I thought this would suit perfectly for me. Sorry for those who preferred the previous skin. Perhaps I'm growing old like what some of my friends said. It's late and it's better for me to turn in now. Just want to let you, my faithful reader know that I'll be continue blogging regularly. Lights out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-4325594909166906028?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4325594909166906028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=4325594909166906028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4325594909166906028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4325594909166906028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/entering-new-phase.html' title='Entering a new phase'/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-2006275077753742834</id><published>2009-06-26T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:51:21.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do not be surprise to see my post. Yes, my computer have been revive once again and I'll hope it'll last for a few year this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been quite a change in my life for this past few months. But I'm happy with the changes for now. There's nothing much I can ask for except asking for a few thousands bucks in my pocket now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should work harder in order to lead a better life. No point on whining about how bad my life is and regret the path that I've chosen or things I've done. Instead I should improvise my current life! Make it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;, make it more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;. I shall work harder and harder, I'll also enjoy my life to the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fullest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a fighter or a lover?&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/28584973-2006275077753742834?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2006275077753742834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=2006275077753742834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/2006275077753742834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/2006275077753742834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-not-be-surprise-to-see-my-post.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-2405274918708436890</id><published>2009-05-07T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:47:59.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. I wonder if there's any other ways of getting money easily. I don't want to work like a slave and earn so little for my whole life. I'm not contented with what I have now. I want more, more money than I could even imagine. Will be wealthy be just a dream for me or will it become reality? I know I'm greedy, very greedy but who in the world will find that they've too much money?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-2405274918708436890?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2405274918708436890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=2405274918708436890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/2405274918708436890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/2405274918708436890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-4715892603528857177</id><published>2009-04-12T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:29:06.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's starting tomorrow, I don't know if I should be excited to see my classmates or sad that my holidays are over in a blink of an eye. Everyday seems to be the same for me, so hectic, so tiring, so exhausting. Trying to earn as much as I can so that it'll be easier for me to juggle my studies and work at the same time. Holidays or not, it's still freaking tiring for me. Sometimes I do asked myself why do I have to work so bloody hard while my friends have their parents for financial support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree at times I do hate my parents for not having the ability help me financially and mentally. And at times I also do hate myself for not being a understanding and filial son. I know life is unfair and we can't always make comparison with the people around us. I wish that I'm stronger so that I can support myself effortlessly and at the meantime I can make my parents and the ones around me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ambitious and useless at the same time. I wants lots of stuffs and achievements. but I'm not able to achieve the stuffs and things that I've always wanted. I don't want to be stuck as a worker and work like a dog just to earn enough for living. I want to be wealthy, to be rich, to have lots of friends, I want others to envy me like how they envy those wealthy people like Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I hate myself for me so weak....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-4715892603528857177?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4715892603528857177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=4715892603528857177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4715892603528857177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4715892603528857177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/schools-starting-tomorrow-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-964438757407962646</id><published>2009-04-04T16:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:28:04.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to zero, back to square one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_QoxktH8ik"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=ff3333&amp;primaryColor=330000&amp;secondaryColor=993333&amp;linkColor=990000"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_QoxktH8ik" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=ff3333&amp;primaryColor=330000&amp;secondaryColor=993333&amp;linkColor=990000"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#ff3333E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=_QoxktH8ik" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=_QoxktH8ik" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=_QoxktH8ik" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=_QoxktH8ik" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/_QoxktH8ik/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/toumusic/music/o_fBV8zJ/toumay-yang-wishing-upon-a-fantasy/"&gt;Wishing Upon a Fantasy - Toumay Yang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying my very best to get myself back up on the track. Recently I've been struggling to adapt myself in quite a number of different environment. It's as though I've got to start my whole life all over again, I know nuts about so many things. Perhaps I overestimated myself or perhaps it's another challenge for me, another obstacles for me to overcome. I hope everything goes smoothly. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A challenge for both mentally and physically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know that sometimes the right path may not be the easiest one but at times I do feel like choosing the easiest way. Am I able to maintain my true self  in such chaotic environment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-964438757407962646?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/964438757407962646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=964438757407962646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/964438757407962646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/964438757407962646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-to-zero-back-to-square-one.html' title='Back to zero, back to square one'/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-2159768599696425378</id><published>2009-03-29T22:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:49:12.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Times flies and one year has past, perhaps it's part of human nature not to cherish the ones around them. I'm sad to say that one of my beloved classmate is leaving us. He's being accepted by Nanyang Polytechnic. I envied and at the same time jealous of him for being able to escape the clutches of ITE, to the world of Polytechnic where many of us hoped to be in. But above those enviousness and jealousy, there's a stronger feeling that is indescribable. That is sadness plus some reluctance and selfishness. Indeed we are sad to see him leave, we're reluctant to let him go and our selfishness hope that he could stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believed that in this world nothing last forever, be it love or friendship. I know that friends comes and goes, thats why I don't expect too much from any of them. I've always chose the loner road, a road where I've got only myself to rely on. That's the reason why I tried putting up a face to keep others away from me when I entered ITE. I don't really need friends as they're just a waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those classmates whom I despised prove me wrong after a period of time. Friends like Jeslyn, Tricia, Nicole, Dennis, Joshua, Desmond, Siming, James, etc.... They rebuild my trust for friends that I've once lost and they're the reason that I did not regret coming into ITE. I enjoyed their company though at times there tend to be some quarrel and argument over certain stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies and we're only left with one more year in ITE. I really hope we can make it a memorable one as I bet it's hard for us to find such friends outside the working society. I would also like to thank you guys for choosing me as your friend as I know at times my attitude and the things I do can be quite a pain in the neck at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Desmond, I hope that we'll still be able to stay in contact and lets meet up when we're free. You better not forget us or I won't forgive you. Last but not least I hope you enjoyed the days with us... I'll miss punching you....... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/Sc-WFoIuPaI/AAAAAAAABBc/tRWoW-DP4Vg/s1600-h/DSC00824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/Sc-WFoIuPaI/AAAAAAAABBc/tRWoW-DP4Vg/s320/DSC00824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318634708365360546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/Sc-WGNC0q6I/AAAAAAAABBs/jiCrdrZoWoY/s1600-h/DSC00665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/Sc-WGNC0q6I/AAAAAAAABBs/jiCrdrZoWoY/s320/DSC00665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318634718272727970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/Sc-WGg3yyII/AAAAAAAABB8/MpZpjVMauvg/s1600-h/DSC00666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/Sc-WGg3yyII/AAAAAAAABB8/MpZpjVMauvg/s320/DSC00666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318634723595176066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/Sc-WF3nl_aI/AAAAAAAABBk/ZJphrNO73aQ/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/Sc-WF3nl_aI/AAAAAAAABBk/ZJphrNO73aQ/s320/DSC00129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318634712521375138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/Sc-WGd18L4I/AAAAAAAABB0/eIDCGHIBwwc/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/Sc-WGd18L4I/AAAAAAAABB0/eIDCGHIBwwc/s320/DSC00121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318634722782097282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/Sc-WQt36p7I/AAAAAAAABCE/ikjlZhTtaxU/s1600-h/Picture0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/Sc-WQt36p7I/AAAAAAAABCE/ikjlZhTtaxU/s320/Picture0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318634898884044722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-2159768599696425378?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2159768599696425378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=2159768599696425378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/2159768599696425378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/2159768599696425378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/times-flies-and-one-year-has-past.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/Sc-WFoIuPaI/AAAAAAAABBc/tRWoW-DP4Vg/s72-c/DSC00824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-1433953997851835796</id><published>2009-03-25T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T02:17:26.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys! I've just got back from the chalet held by some of my beloved classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rdMarch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;09- Tuesday 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thMarch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied Amy for breakfast at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MacDonald&lt;/span&gt; and went straight home after sending her off to her bus stop. Meet up with Nicole, Dennis, Joshua, James and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Siming&lt;/span&gt; at Downtown East around 3.15. We've already decided who to sleep with and where to sleep before we even started to unpack our stuffs. After unpacking our stuffs, we went to Wild Wild Wet for a swim. We return back to our chalet after swimming for about 2 to 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a nap for about half and hour while Dennis and the rest prepared the BBQ pit. Tried to help them with the pit but end up quarreling with them. Was about to leave when Joshua, Dennis and Nicole asked me to stay. Was pretty awkward at that very point of time though. I guess my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mood swings&lt;/span&gt; are really getting serious or perhaps psychologically I'm pretty tired with certain stuffs which I do not want to post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a couple of games of Left 4 Dead with Kenny and Markus. After that quite a number of us went to the darker part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ris&lt;/span&gt; park for a stroll. Though the walk was quite boring but it was pretty entertaining to see Nicole's reaction. After that we went back to chalet as they wanted to play some games with some alcohol as punishments. As I'm not a drinker I played Left 4 Dead. Before I knew it, it was already 4 in the morning so I went to bed despite the noise level they made. Woke up about half an hour later as the noise level has increased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and found out that some of them was pretty drunk. It was quite an eye opener for me as I've never really seen a real live person drunk before. Joshua who won the title "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Drunk yard&lt;/span&gt; of the day" had problems walking on his own and despite being so drunk he still craves for more liquor. Worst still I realise that Joshua actually belongs to the so called "violent family" when he's drunk. Had a pretty hard time coaxing him to sleep as he kept throwing tantrumpts, kept telling us how cold he is and how badly he felt like vomiting. Dennis suggested that we pour some water on him but sad to say it did not work. Dennis and I help to rinse him with warm water and change his pants and clothes for him. Don't worry we left his undergarments right where it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first and second runner up was Kenny and Desmond. Do not ask me whose the first runner up and who's the second. All I can say is that Desmond was quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;irritating&lt;/span&gt; with his "drunken comments and speech". It really add on oil to the fire that Joshua has created. As for Kenny he just kept vomiting, which make me pretty worry that he'll either vomit on the bed or in the room, but I was glad he knows where he should be vomiting at. Nicole's the last as she did not do any stuffs that make us worry or make me feel like killing her. James was down but not due to the alcohol but due to some personal problems he's facing. As for Li &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Heng&lt;/span&gt; I don't really expect much help from him as long as he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; get into our way. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Siming&lt;/span&gt; did help up but I guess he was tired so he went to bed with all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;drunk yards&lt;/span&gt; as for James, Dennis and me we stayed up the whole night to prevent them from doing something that they'll regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole was the first to wake up around 8am the next day followed by Joshua. Joshua woke everybody up when he rushes to the toilet but at least he's not drunk anymore. James, Dennis and I could not take it any longer so we crash onto the available beds and fell asleep. We woke up around 12pm due to the noise those idiots make. Went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;coffee shop&lt;/span&gt; for lunch as some of them cant take anymore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;fast food&lt;/span&gt;. After eating we went back to chalet and then to the E Hub for bowling session. After we have finished bowling we went to Arcade and enjoy ourselves. Went for dinner at KFC and sad to say some of them felt uncomfortable as they are not completely recovered from yesterday's alcohol. Plan to rent bikes for night cycling but too bad it's closed. So I took a short nap there and took a bus straight home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thanks for not vomiting on me! Much apprectiated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-1433953997851835796?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1433953997851835796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=1433953997851835796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/1433953997851835796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/1433953997851835796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-guys-ive-just-got-back-from-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-4969946305901935120</id><published>2009-03-22T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:45:27.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really wonder why are some customers so fuck up? I mean can't they be more understanding and polite? Didn't their parents taught them that? Alright I think I'll stop beating around the bush and just go straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten quite a number of complaints today and yesterday. Part of the reason is that I think I'm quite sick and tired of Cafe Cartel's management. The fish for the Fish N Prawn combo has shrunk to half of its actual size, the croutons used to be 3 pieces per soup but now it has become half a tea spoon of the croutons crumbs! Can u believe it? They actually smash the croutons into crumbs in order to save cost. Worst still they cut down quite a number of stuff and that means more work will be assigned to us. How can they ever make it through the bad economic with such bad management? There's more ridiculous things that would take me hours naming every single them of them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway let me tell you people out there what had I done to deserve some of those complains. First complain was on Saturday, I served an American Breakfast Combo to a couple. As it's been quite sometime since I've worked in cartel and American Breakfast Combo was new food to me so I did not gave the customers any side plates. I admit it's my fault but the customer could have just asked from me instead of making a fuss out of a mole hill. I mean what are their mouths for? Licking his girlfriend Chee bye or helping his boyfriend do blow job. KNN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the second complain today, as almost more than half of the customers came in at the same time there's quite a number of orders the chefs and the bar staff need to rush. So there was this small group of customer who keep rushing me for their orders. I tried to put up a smile on my face and serve them politely despite that I'm actually in a rush to send those foods and drinks to the other customers as I was the only server at that point of time. They talk to me rudlely but I try my best to put up with it. But I guess there's a limit to everyone's patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The customer walk up to me when I was trying to send the drinks to the other table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Hey! We're still short of one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry, may I know which table are you seating and what are you short of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: There. Short of one food! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( In a very ordering tone. And walk back to his table)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Put down the drinks on my hand I walk to his table)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sorry, may I know what are you short of? I mean what have you ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Food lar! Where is my food?! Still got one more! (poking the fingers hardly on the table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm, this is not a fastfood. So you jolly well wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I know this is not a fast food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh is it? I'm great that you know that.(walk away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: (Walk towards me) Who is your manager on duty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Manager! Got customer want to look for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what actually happened and when I asked him what he's short of I mean what he ordered as in omellette, crossiont or whatever shit. So my manager asked me why did you talk to customer this way? So I told her, I thought this is how Cafe Cartel's staff speaks. Just then Rachel walk pass me and say Fuck that customer! And she meant the other table's customer and not mine. So I told my manager see! Everyone here talk this way! My manager reply me by saying, ya but not in front of customer and at least not they hid the words inbetween their lines. So I reply her by saying ya I know but you should know ITE student like me are not realy that good in my language. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's more to talk about but I guess I shall stop here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-4969946305901935120?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4969946305901935120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=4969946305901935120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4969946305901935120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4969946305901935120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-really-wonder-why-are-some-customers.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-919052465160438124</id><published>2009-03-17T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:36:08.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm back! Finally my computer have been revived. Life without computer is so dead and inconvenient. Argh. Anyway life have been like a total shit lately. I've quite my Casio job which means I'm now left with Cafe Cartel. I quit my Casio job partially its due to my exams and the other reasons is that I don't really like the inflexible hours and the pay's quite low plus no commission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who in the world would expect that I failed to find another job after my exam. Damn! My savings are almost drained out. Worst still Cafe Cartel's currently trying to cut cost. My schedule have been severely affected plus we got to do double jobs. Cursed damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'll be able to find some cool pay job soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-919052465160438124?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/919052465160438124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=919052465160438124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/919052465160438124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/919052465160438124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-im-back-finally-my-computer-have.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-3700694189888116393</id><published>2009-02-11T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:24:17.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh. Feeling pretty vex recently, perhaps I should go on a 3 days break before my exam. It seems like I've been working and studying consecutively for like 2 freaking years. I need a break. I'm beginning to slack . Neither do I feel like working nor studying. I should really do something about it before things get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it seems like I'm getting pretty violent lately. I'm not sure if I'm enjoying getting hurt or hurting the ones around me. Just for your information I had a fight with 7 guys weeks ago. Had a cut on my head which cause ample amount of blood to flow down across my cheeks and down to my chin. Guess those 7 guys were shock to see so much blood but that's not what I wanted to tell you guys. I know I should be afraid at that very moment but I was not. There was no fear in me instead I wanted more. Yes, I was craving for it! That was what I actually wanted a bloody fight to prove I'm not a coward. Or perhaps I'm just sick. I'm just another monster craving for more violent and blood shed. Do not ask what's happening to me as I myself is not sure of it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a chat with one of my new make Muay Thai friend and he told me that he thinks that I'm using Muay Thai as a fighting weapon on the streets. But now Muay Thai is not for Street Fighting, in fact now Muay Thai is a sport. Have I done the wrong thing? Have chosen the wrong path?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my very best to endure those pain during my training. I chose the tougher road and in the end I got nothing. I wanted power. I want people to fear me and respect me so that I won't ever be despise and look down on ever again. But it seems like things aren't going my way.... What have I done wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-3700694189888116393?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3700694189888116393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=3700694189888116393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3700694189888116393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3700694189888116393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-5619532715002303243</id><published>2009-02-04T09:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:39:47.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My computer's dead... Will not be blogging as usual till my com is revive or replace. LOLs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Miss Heng PLEASE DONT READ MY BLOG. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-5619532715002303243?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5619532715002303243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=5619532715002303243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/5619532715002303243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/5619532715002303243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-computers-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-7164833967697849354</id><published>2009-01-16T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:41:07.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perhaps you guys have gotten me wrong. It's not the love for her that keep me going. Its the vengeance, the hatred . Hatred for my foolishness and stupidity. Its the hatred for everyone that have kept me going. Before I knew it I'm left with nothing but hatred and sorrows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-7164833967697849354?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7164833967697849354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=7164833967697849354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7164833967697849354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7164833967697849354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/perhaps-you-guys-have-gotten-me-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-7663195348195357244</id><published>2009-01-16T16:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:51:10.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need another prescription.</title><content type='html'>Will I ever be spared from the pain that&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;have left me with? The chaos that have been left in my life isn't as simple as you guys think. Will I be pain free if I drowned myself with all the sorrows that&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;have left me with. All I ever wanted was to become stronger so that I could prevent the history from repeating and forget the pain have ever existed. But pain comes naturally whenever I see the scars that&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;have left me with. What have I done to deserve such inhuman punishment that has crippled me. Yes, I'm handicapped, because I've lost the ability to love. Years have passed but the wound is still fresh and deep. I doubt time will be the best medicine for its has proven to be not much of a use. I need another prescription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one&lt;br /&gt;who took my smile away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;*She&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/28584973-7663195348195357244?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7663195348195357244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=7663195348195357244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7663195348195357244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7663195348195357244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-another-prescription.html' title='I need another prescription.'/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-462552778246760154</id><published>2009-01-15T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:57:23.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm hungry for more power.  I want to learn Mixed Martial Arts but will it affect my MuayThai training? I've the sudden urge of joining Evolve gym, their facility is so much better than fightg. But the prices for Evolve Gym seems to be quite expensive, too expensive for me to afford and besides I'm starting to develop some sense of belonging to fightg.... Will learning so much of martial arts make me a stronger person?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-462552778246760154?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/462552778246760154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=462552778246760154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/462552778246760154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/462552778246760154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-hungry-for-more-power.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-8099018939642902373</id><published>2009-01-15T00:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T01:29:26.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My hatred is increasing. I felt like destroying every single thing that's in my path and turn them into dust. That's provided if I'm given enough power to do it. Vengeance is the only stuff in my mind. Is it common to feel this way or is it only me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY SINGLE BEING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INCLUDING MYSELF...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-8099018939642902373?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8099018939642902373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=8099018939642902373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/8099018939642902373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/8099018939642902373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-hatred-is-increasing.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-2010908004537226838</id><published>2009-01-14T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:33:51.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Endure the pain...&lt;br /&gt;Hide it...&lt;br /&gt;Keep it close by my side...&lt;br /&gt;That's how I become stronger...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-2010908004537226838?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2010908004537226838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=2010908004537226838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/2010908004537226838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/2010908004537226838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/endure-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-6923470910810197650</id><published>2009-01-03T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:30:20.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As expected my team lost the basketball match today. I never once thought that we'll have the chance to win the match today. I've not played basketball for like 2 months so I wouldn't be that naive to think that a miracle would actually happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm considering about disbanding the team though. Everyone seems to be too busy for basketball. Times flies and we're not the happy go lucky students that we used to be anymore.  Time have been quite restricted ever since we left our secondary school. We don't have the time to train during weekends and after school anymore. We got our own responsibilities. Terence, Jia Wei and others have the responsibilities to protect our country while for Han Song, Irvin, others and I, we've got school and work at the same time.  I guess Bao Feng life is going into an end soon. I'll cherish the precious moments with them. They'll always be part of my memories, be it the happy or the sad ones....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-6923470910810197650?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6923470910810197650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=6923470910810197650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/6923470910810197650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/6923470910810197650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-expected-my-team-lost-basketball.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-8175765061041043946</id><published>2009-01-02T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:05:04.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. Its seems like I was wrong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.  I thought that I'm still as fit as before but I guess I was wrong. I overestimated my body and almost got myself killed in Muay Thai training.  Due to the injuries on my ankle I've not done any exercises for the past 2 months. When I said that I've not done any exercises I mean running too.  Almost blackout by doing some simple workout just now but lucky no one notice it. I guess I really do have some potential in acting. ^^  Anyway my body have stiffen up and I wonder how am I going to answer to my team mates tomorrow.  Hope that everything shall goes well during the basketball match tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-8175765061041043946?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8175765061041043946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=8175765061041043946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/8175765061041043946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/8175765061041043946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-1587142925648004886</id><published>2008-12-26T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:16:03.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ipersonic.com" title="Take the free personality test!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.ipersonic.com/ENHI.png" border="0" alt="Take the free personality test!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzAzNjE3MjMyODEmcHQ9MTIzMDM2MTgyOTYyNSZwPTQ2NjIxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPTEyNDJlMDRmMWM*YzQyMWRiZGNiZDViNzFlMmU3MDM2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harmony-seeking Idealists &lt;/strong&gt;are characterised by a complex personality and an abundance of thoughts and feelings. They are warm-hearted persons by nature. They are sympathetic and understanding. Harmony-seeking Idealists expect a lot of themselves and of others. They have a strong understanding of human nature and are often very good judges of character. But they are mostly reserved and confide their thoughts and feelings to very few people they trust. They are deeply hurt by rejection or criticism. Harmony-seeking Idealists find conflict situations unpleasant and prefer harmonious relationships. However, if reaching a certain target is very important to them they can assert themselves with a doggedness bordering on obstinacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmony-seeking Idealists have a lively fantasy, often an almost clairvoyant intuition and are often very creative. Once they have tackled a project, they do everything in their power to achieve their goals. In everyday life, they often prove to be excellent problem solvers. They like to get to the root of things and have a natural curiosity and a thirst for knowledge. At the same time, they are practically oriented, well organised and in a position to tackle complex situations in a structured and carefully considered manner. When they concentrate on something, they do so one hundred percent - they often become so immersed in a task that they forget everything else around them. That is the secret of their often very large professional success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As partners, harmony-seeking idealists are loyal and reliable; a permanent relationship is very important to them. They seldom fall in love head over heels nor do they like quick affairs. They sometimes find it very difficult to clearly show their affection although their feelings are deep and sincere. In as far as their circle of friends is concerned, their motto is: less is more! As far as new contacts are concerned, they are approachable to only a limited extent; they prefer to put their energy into just a few, close friendships. Their demands on friends and partners are very high. As they do not like conflicts, they hesitate for some time before raising unsatisfactory issues and, when they do, they make every effort not to hurt anyone as a result.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-1587142925648004886?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1587142925648004886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=1587142925648004886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/1587142925648004886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/1587142925648004886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/harmony-seeking-idealists-are.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-4926825238910684466</id><published>2008-12-18T12:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:04:29.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went clubbing at Attica yesterday night. We were planning to go to Zouk but by the time we reached,  it's already full house.  So we decided to try our luck at Zirca but asd to say 2 of our friends can't make it in as they just past eighteen only. So Attica is the only place I could thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Joshua wasn't really meant for clubs, perhaps pubs will be better for him.  Anyway Joshua and Nicole went off an hour later followed by Dennis which left me and Desmond there.  Two hours later we decided to look for them and WTH... Joshua was drunk. I was wondering what have they done to him. Nicole, Joshua and Dennis went home after slacking for fifteen minutes so Desmond and I went back to the club.  But we only stay there for a while as most of them were Caucasians, indians and philippines.  We left as we felt qutie uncomforable there. So Desmond and I shared a cab home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over all clubbing yesterday was a failure.  I really wanted to get into either Zouk or Zirca but I guess theres always a next time. Perhaps I should go clubbing alone it'll be better though it will not be that fun. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should look for some clubbing cliques as I can't really drink so I guess pub isn't meant for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess by looking at my character, I'm not meant to be mixing around in groups.  Only by being alone then I'll not be bringing unhappiness to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I or should I not go back to that loner lifestyle of mine ? I guess I've already have a answer of my own. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;孤单的我才是真正的我！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-4926825238910684466?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4926825238910684466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=4926825238910684466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4926825238910684466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4926825238910684466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-clubbing-at-attica-yesterday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-8020575911822170433</id><published>2008-12-13T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:08:10.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the days of a loner...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had no programs today as all my friends are busy with their stuffs. =/ Don't really want to stay at home for the whole day as I'll be occupied with my work for like consecutively 3 to 4 days so I think I should take a walk outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a train to Chinatown as I'm hoping to locate some suppliers.  But I guess Chinatown isn't the place where they'll set up their store. I don't really want to give up so easily but at the same time I don't have any idea where to go.  So in the end I stroll from Chinatown to TanJong Pagar to Raffles Place took a bus to beach road and continue my walking session to lavender followed by bugis then gave up and took a train home. Six hours of walk and drank only one can of coke, almost died from dehydration. =.='''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I found 0 suppliers....=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I've did not managed to find what I'm looking for but I've manage to sort out some stuff.  I'm very tired of living my life to please everyone around me and I know pleasing everyone around me is difficult.  Life is short and I think we should live our life to the fullest and to do the things that we want to do before we regret.  Like it or not from now onwards this is who am I.  If you guys aren't satisfied with my attitude, my way of doing things, my face, my actions etc. Then&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FUCK OFF&lt;/span&gt;.  If I'm an eye sore to you then you can either disappear from my sight or you can make me disappear from your sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To Amy:  I'm sorry for hurting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and I am very positive that you'll be reading this post sooner or later.  I don't know why by breaking with you makes me a guilty man and let everyone thinks that I'm a evil guy.  But I believe that when we're together I did told you to cherish the one around you before you regret.  I did told you that when I leave, I'll leave for good.  When we're together you gave my quite a number of empty promise and I've told you umpteen times that giving empty promise is against my principles. You said you'll change but your actions gave me a very different answers.  Believe me.  I've no intentions of hurting you though I've hurt you more than I could even imagine.  The reason why I didn't give you a firm answer that I'm not coming back partially is because I don't wish to let you suffer anymore blows and partially... I believe in Karma.  Whatever goes around will definetly comes around.  It seems like I was wrong as usual, I should have given you a convincing answer but instead I've given you a false hope. And now after a couple of months of breakup I've become an evil villan again... Perhaps this will be kind of harsh but believe me this will be better for us both.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amy, I'm not returning to yourside... I'm moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm no longer the Nicholas you knew anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-8020575911822170433?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8020575911822170433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=8020575911822170433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/8020575911822170433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/8020575911822170433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-to-days-of-loner.html' title='Back to the days of a loner...'/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-7507723635373540591</id><published>2008-12-09T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:52:14.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry everyone! I'm so busy with my blogshop and working in cartel that I failed to update my blog regularly. Anyway, working for others and working for yourselves is a completely different thing. When you're working for others you need not care about how the business operates, all you've got to do is to accomplish those duties that you're being assigned to. As for managing your own business, it's pretty tiring. You've got to worry about this and that every now and then. You'll bound to have a couple sleepless nights worrying about what will happen if there's no sales and stuffs like that. So people, if you're indeed a friend of mine.... PLEASE SUPPORT! &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;www.fashiondip-avenue.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; I'll appreciate if you guys could also help me advertise my blogshop and spread around this blogshop of mine to every single friend of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry. I didn't meant to hurt you over and over again but it's best if we remain as friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-7507723635373540591?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7507723635373540591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=7507723635373540591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7507723635373540591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7507723635373540591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-so-sorry-everyone-im-so-busy-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-3230504767007391138</id><published>2008-12-02T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:11:38.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blogshop have finally been completed. Please show me your support guys!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Feel free to contact me regarding any enquiries on my blogshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogshop add: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.fashiondip-avenue.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-3230504767007391138?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3230504767007391138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=3230504767007391138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3230504767007391138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3230504767007391138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-blogshop-have-finally-been-completed.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-8125929164643612371</id><published>2008-11-27T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:39:24.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>难道就真的就像他们所说的一样， 我一直都在逃避？ 逃避爱情？ 不！我并不是在逃避而是我不想依靠别人的帮助让自己从新振作起来。我会凭自己的力量从新地振作起来！时间会证明一切。。。&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!! 我是坚强的！！！ LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-8125929164643612371?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8125929164643612371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=8125929164643612371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/8125929164643612371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/8125929164643612371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-2777235336954840317</id><published>2008-11-26T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:14:24.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh.  Due to some reason I guess my blogshop will only be up on either Monday or Sunday.  Just want everything to be perfect before I set up my blog shop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-2777235336954840317?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2777235336954840317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=2777235336954840317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/2777235336954840317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/2777235336954840317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-4194368663454612076</id><published>2008-11-24T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:11:47.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally I've gotten my hand on the stocks.  As long as the pictures are ready to publish, I'll be able to set up my blogshop by friday.  Oh man.  Setting up a blogshop is indeed very tiring, I do hope my hard work pays off.  Friends or not friends please show your support. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-4194368663454612076?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4194368663454612076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=4194368663454612076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4194368663454612076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4194368663454612076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-ive-gotten-my-hand-on-stocks.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-105908987742150493</id><published>2008-11-20T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:00:48.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh.  My blog shop have yet to be completed.  There's just too much to do in such little time.  Help needed desperately.  Hopefully everything will turn out to be successful.  Please show me some support guys. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-105908987742150493?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/105908987742150493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=105908987742150493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/105908987742150493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/105908987742150493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-5894378437292376954</id><published>2008-11-20T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:48:16.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How long will it take for my leg to recover? When will I be able to run and jump again? I'm like a bird with a broken wing. All I ever wanted was to do the stuffs that I like and enjoy, is that too much to ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-5894378437292376954?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5894378437292376954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=5894378437292376954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/5894378437292376954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/5894378437292376954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-long-will-it-take-for-my-leg-to.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-7546728878842338267</id><published>2008-11-18T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:35:50.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I might be selling some stuffs on the net for extra income.  So I do appreciate every single help you guys will be willing to give me.  Please kindly show me your support by letting me know what type of stuffs will you guys prefer me to sell.  Please place your votes at the left column of my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-7546728878842338267?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7546728878842338267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=7546728878842338267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7546728878842338267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7546728878842338267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-guys-i-might-be-selling-some-stuffs.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-2877033300235076478</id><published>2008-11-12T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:04:28.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All I can say is....&lt;br /&gt;I overestimated my body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-2877033300235076478?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2877033300235076478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=2877033300235076478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/2877033300235076478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/2877033300235076478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-i-can-say-is.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-2849295361223446767</id><published>2008-11-06T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:08:52.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School+work+entertainment+training= Overload&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting slightly out of hand.  I guess its better for me to cut down on my expenses and entertainment before history repeats itself.  =(  Everything will be over soon! Just another one and half year more to go!  Come on!  Don't give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in a LOL (Lack of Love) state.  Someone give me some love please.  =(   Er...................... what am I thinking?  I've simply no time for girls!!!  Ignore my insanity please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My left leg's down.  Which means no Muay thai training, no Basketball as well as no working in cafe cartel for a week or so.  Allowance will definetly be affected.  Argh.  Stupid old injuries.  Frustrated with myself.  &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1, 2 ,3 poof* In no time I'll be back on the battlefield again!&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/28584973-2849295361223446767?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2849295361223446767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=2849295361223446767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/2849295361223446767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/2849295361223446767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/schoolworkentertainmenttraining.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-3173087398911071286</id><published>2008-10-26T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T01:16:44.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, I've managed to get in touch with Yukina today.  I thought I've lost her forever since she have left Singapore.   I was beginning to regret for not being able to send her off that day.  I hope she's doing well in Japan and may her dreams come true.   She'll only be back in about one and a half year later.   By then I hope we'll be able to save up some cash so that we'll be able to get our driving licenses successfully and we can also travel to Thailand to do stuffs that we wanted to do.  Can't wait to see her. I really miss her badly.   Will I be able to call her "Sensei" again or will she be the same girl I know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-3173087398911071286?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3173087398911071286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=3173087398911071286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3173087398911071286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3173087398911071286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-ive-managed-to-get-in-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-2779230205193130482</id><published>2008-10-20T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:12:57.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to be perfect but is that possible?  Or should I just wake up from my dream?  =)  How I wish its 48 hours a day.  So many things to do in such little time.  J I A   Y O U ! ! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-2779230205193130482?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2779230205193130482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=2779230205193130482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/2779230205193130482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/2779230205193130482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-to-be-perfect-but-is-that.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-5602097482933581707</id><published>2008-10-18T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:32:02.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will Muay Thai help me control my temper, or will it turn me into a savage beast?  I really hate being stared by those kids who're trying to be some gangsters.  How scary can they be for me to fear them?  Don't challenge me for I hate to be challenge... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the uncapable CCA captain stop acting as though you rule me.  I'm not someone to be controlled by.  I come and goes as I like.  If you're unhappy with my arrogant attitude then stop relying on me.  Stop being such a baby, stop acting like a kid.  Don't act as if you know what are my difficulties.  Please be more mature and act like an 18 year old guy.  Being naive wont bring you any good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I dye my hair once more?  Or should I just Fuck care about my hair color for the moment?  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you're tired that's when the real training starts... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-5602097482933581707?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5602097482933581707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=5602097482933581707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/5602097482933581707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/5602097482933581707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/will-muay-thai-help-me-control-my.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-3968556648195940750</id><published>2008-10-17T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:09:50.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Though I'm exhausted, tired, stressful but I'm happy...  I'm content, satisfied and I hope my body would be able to take it...  Please don't crash on me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-3968556648195940750?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3968556648195940750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=3968556648195940750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3968556648195940750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3968556648195940750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/though-im-exhausted-tired-stressful-but.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-3662504851353405785</id><published>2008-10-14T23:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:27:49.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe you would find this completely unbelievable and perhaps you guys will think that I'm being exaggerating.   I wouldn't blame it on you guys if you don't believe whatever shit I'm going to tell you guys now because even I, myself find this unbelievable.   Believe or not I'm highly addicted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Unbelievable right?   But without having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as a meal for a day or two I'll be extremely tired, as though all of my energy have been taken away from me, I'll be falling asleep every now and then.   Sometimes I'll not be able to concentrate on anything else and all I could think of is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.   Laugh if you want to because even I, find myself pretty pathetic.  The only thing that can bring life back to me is the one and only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Sigh.  What should I do?  It's not that easy to kick this habit of mine as I've been eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; almost everyday for more then three years.  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's the first week of school but I'm already busy coping with my studies and work.   I think it's better to work more since the semester had just only started.   As I think that things is going to get tougher before I knew it.   Though it's just the second day of school, the first lesson of Business Communication but it had already given my classmates and I a big headache.   An Oral presentation in front of the class how great can it be?   We're required to do topic related to office/business issues or current affairs within the last 12 months.   We're graded on our fluency, poise and confidence, eye contact, audibility, ability to maintain attention of audience, use of media and our content!   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.   Communication is one of my BIGGEST WEAKNESS!   HOW?   Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired!   It's been like a month since I worked in cartel, my skills, stamina and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;efficiency&lt;/span&gt; have dropped tremendously!   Great!   And now I must be back on form before anyone realises this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;My schedule for the week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Monday- School, Cafe Cartel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Tuesday- School, Cafe Cartel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Wednesday- School, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Muay&lt;/span&gt; Thai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Thursday- School, Cafe Cartel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Friday- School, Revise school work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Saturday- G Factory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sunday- G Factory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really impossible to be good in everything?   Studies, Work, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Muay&lt;/span&gt; Thai, Basketball, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Weiqi&lt;/span&gt; etc?   I'm not trying to turn myself into a perfectionist, I just want to be better, I just want to be great.   Can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think I should give myself a pat on the back.   For this couple of days I've successfully put up quite a smile in front of everyone I met.   Despite feeling empty at times, I still manage to bring some laughter to them.   I did a great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday to Amabel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; ex... TC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-3662504851353405785?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3662504851353405785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=3662504851353405785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3662504851353405785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3662504851353405785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/maybe-you-would-find-this-completely.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-7822192716775072397</id><published>2008-10-10T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T01:32:46.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time flies and school holidays will be over in about 2 days time.  I'm happy and sad and the same time.  Happy that I could go back to school as I miss the happy times with my beloved classmates and happy because I can finally return to Cafe Cartel.  I really do miss my Cafe Cartel colleagues very badly and I do hope they miss me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well part of the reason I'm sad because I can't work with April, Yi wen and Dean that often anymore and I'm starting to get used to their company.  Work with them have been fun and I do appreciate the things that they taught me.  I've learned a lot from them.  The other reason is that I'll miss the Lafon people but I'm not sure if they'll miss me.  They have been there to keep me away from boredom at times.  I guess that means no K box for the time being as I can't possibly forfiet my beauty sleep for K box when there's school the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne, do you still remember what I told you?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends comes and goes&lt;/span&gt; remember?  Haha.  I guess it's time for me to go soon.  So I can't be there for you that often anymore.  I guess I'll most likely be around only during the weekends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-7822192716775072397?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7822192716775072397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=7822192716775072397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7822192716775072397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7822192716775072397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-flies-and-school-holidays-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-4237900793162140438</id><published>2008-10-09T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:58:14.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm now currently surrounded by the laughter of my classmates.   I'm now stuck in a small and cozy room with ten of my classmates.  Yepp.  If you guys are wondering whether I'm in a chalet, you guys are right then!  Haha.  They really do know how to make atmosphere high.  Sometimes I really do envy them for seeing things so optimistic.  I sometimes do wonder how can they always be so happy, so hyper?  Or are they just feigning a smile just like me?  Are they putting up an act too?  Despite being surrounded by the laughter's of my friends, I still feel the emptiness in me.  I wonder why...  Why am I so weird, so odd, so different?  What in the world could fill up the emptiness in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Single and Loving it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thats the way it should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thats how I wanted it to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;isn't it? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-4237900793162140438?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4237900793162140438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=4237900793162140438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4237900793162140438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4237900793162140438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-now-currently-surrounded-by-laughter.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-5775736878309252782</id><published>2008-10-06T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T02:07:34.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn.  I seriously hate it when others says that I'm immature!  I do know at times I so act like a kid but still I just simply hate it when someone tries to show me how mature they are than me.  It's like they're trying to show off how much they know more than me.  I know I'm over sensitive at times but I just can't help it cause that's who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My pride, my ego, is stronger that it seems to be....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I guess Yvonne really do have great choice of choosing the things to do and say.  First by PS-ing me, secondly by telling me how immature I am.  How great can she be. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stocks will be arriving in a few days time and that means we'll have more watches to sell.  Yes!  Though I've no commission as a part timer in G factory but still I personally think that I should do my very best to promote as much watches as I can and learn as much as possible.  As I've simply got nothing to lose for gaining some extra knowledge and I'm so going to take pride in whatever I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-5775736878309252782?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5775736878309252782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=5775736878309252782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/5775736878309252782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/5775736878309252782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-6142869571251147860</id><published>2008-10-05T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T01:20:31.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.y8.com/animation/Animator_VS_Animation"&gt;Animator VS Animation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.y8.com/gfx/animatorvsanimation1.jpg" border="0" height="135" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to play this game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.y8.com/animation/Animator_VS_Animation_2"&gt;Animator VS Animation 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.y8.com/gfx/animatorvsanimation.jpg" border="0" height="135" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to play this game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.y8.com/animation/Mr_Boomba_Episode_1_The_Fly"&gt;Mr. Boomba Episode 1 - The Fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.y8.com/gfx/boombastick1.jpg" border="0" height="135" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to play this game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.y8.com/animation/Mr_Boomba_Episode_2_Laundry"&gt;Mr. Boomba Episode 2 - Laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.y8.com/gfx/boombastick2.jpg" border="0" height="135" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to play this game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.y8.com/animation/Mr_Boomba_Episode_3_Habit"&gt;Mr. Boomba Episode 3 - Habit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.y8.com/gfx/boombastick3.jpg" border="0" height="135" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to play this game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.y8.com/animation/Mr_Boomba_Episode_4_Hand_Phone"&gt;Mr. Boomba Episode 4 - Hand Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.y8.com/gfx/boombastick4.jpg" border="0" height="135" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to play this game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.y8.com/animation/Mr_Boomba_Episode_5_Subway"&gt;Mr. Boomba Episode 5 - Subway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.y8.com/gfx/boombastick5.jpg" border="0" height="135" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to play this game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.y8.com/animation/Mr_Boomba_Episode_6_Cup_Noodles"&gt;Mr. Boomba Episode 6 - Cup Noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.y8.com/gfx/boombastick6.jpg" border="0" height="135" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to play this game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-6142869571251147860?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6142869571251147860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=6142869571251147860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/6142869571251147860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/6142869571251147860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/animator-vs-animation-click-here-to.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-7130760299922999147</id><published>2008-10-05T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:28:28.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh.  I guess I'm not someone who is able to cheer others up when they're down. =/  I'm so helpless when it comes to cheering others up.  All I can do is to look at them helplessly.  I seriously hate the feeling of not being able to do anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for work, everyone's got something to do except me and this make me feel very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;useless&lt;/span&gt;!  I'm like an extra, the odd one, though they keep telling me not to be so pessimistic about myself but I can't still help it.  Though they told me that I did help them out but still I think it's not enough.  I can do better than that.  I DON'T LIKE FEELING HELPLESS.  I want to help out.  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I better stay out of the way when others aren't in the mood to entertain me.  Before I get on their nerves.  I know I'm a nuisance at times.  Perhaps I should go back to my old daily routine, with no one around my life except myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-7130760299922999147?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7130760299922999147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=7130760299922999147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7130760299922999147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7130760299922999147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/sigh_05.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-6550418063616287201</id><published>2008-10-04T00:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:37:16.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh.  I'm so disappointed with my grades.   I was having quite a fever when I sat for the papers, so I guess that explains why I didn't do well for my exams.   But still it should not be an excuse for me to do so badly for my exams.  I shouldn't have place most of my hopes on last minute hard work.  I guess I've learned my lesson.  I really should have learn how to juggle my time between studies, work and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3.313 is what I got for my GPA.&lt;/span&gt; =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No matter what, I'm gonna take pride in whatever I do.  Be it studies, work or my own personal life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-6550418063616287201?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6550418063616287201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=6550418063616287201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/6550418063616287201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/6550418063616287201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-7642208880055801057</id><published>2008-10-01T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:44:53.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;不管人生有多么艰难，多么辛苦，我会尽我最大的能力面带笑容，要紧牙关地称下撑下去。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;girls are flirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-7642208880055801057?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7642208880055801057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=7642208880055801057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7642208880055801057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7642208880055801057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-4395760101260607334</id><published>2008-09-29T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:52:55.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The higher the expectation the harder the disappointment.  How true.  Maybe I should not hold any expectation in my life then I'll not be disappointed.  But if I don't hold any expectation in my life then what's the point of living.  Life would be meaningless then.  Perhaps the reason I'm brought to this world is to bring laughter to others and locked all my pains and sorrows to only myself.  I should really brush up my acting skills and work on my laughter as well as my smile.  If not it'll seems so impossible to hide my unhappiness away even if I'm trying my very best to feign a smile.  Life is about acting and lying I guess.  An act to show others how invulnerable and confidence we are and lies to cover our flaws and weaknesses...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-4395760101260607334?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4395760101260607334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=4395760101260607334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4395760101260607334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4395760101260607334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/higher-expectation-harder.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-4665551007396078738</id><published>2008-09-28T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:31:04.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;我是多么希望我的心，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;会像冰山一样的冷酷，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;像钻石一样的坚固。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;那么无论我遇到多么伤心的事，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;我都不会感如此到疼痛，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;如此痛苦。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-4665551007396078738?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4665551007396078738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=4665551007396078738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4665551007396078738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4665551007396078738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-1697771644304480142</id><published>2008-09-28T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:36:16.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn.  There's going to be a reshuffle for full timers next month.  Part timers like me will still be located at our own outlets.  My new colleagues and in charge are twice as strict as my old colleagues which means I'll not be leaving the store as often as I did before.  I can't drop by Lafon whenever I feel like it. =(  And that really make working less fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kind of moody today.  Part of it is because it's Irence last day at Vivo as she'll be relocated at Tampinese Mall for the next six months.  I'm gonna miss her.  The other part of it shall be a secret unrevealed.  Who cares about my mood anyway?  After all I'm just a nobody.  I'm too insignificant to be noticed at all.  Too insignificant to be cared for.  Wait a sec... perhaps I'm not as insignificant as I thought.  Perhaps I'm a pest, a nuisance to others, a pain in their ass.  Great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-1697771644304480142?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1697771644304480142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=1697771644304480142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/1697771644304480142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/1697771644304480142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-4091179632014336955</id><published>2008-09-26T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T03:00:41.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The KFC smell lingers</title><content type='html'>Damns.  Why is the KFC smell haunting me?!  Am I so badly addicted to it?  Shit.  My mouth's watery now.  Oh tian ar...  How am I suppose to sleep like this!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-4091179632014336955?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4091179632014336955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=4091179632014336955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4091179632014336955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4091179632014336955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/kfc-smell-lingers.html' title='The KFC smell lingers'/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-9210021835742427117</id><published>2008-09-25T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T02:13:36.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems like I'm going on a hunger strike.  I've only ate one meal for today. As for yesterday I had two pieces of biscuits for breakfast at about 10am in the morning and KFC for dinner at 9pm in the night.  I hope by doing this I can manage to cut down some fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hungry man is indeed an angry man.  I had a hard time tolerating Edwin's attitude today.  For the whole afternoon I've been talking to him in a sarcastic way.  I don't know if he realise that cause I'm really trying my very best to show him some respect as he's still a full timer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm typing this, my stomach's growling... =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-9210021835742427117?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9210021835742427117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=9210021835742427117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/9210021835742427117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/9210021835742427117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-seems-like-im-going-on-hunger-strike.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-7150423948944132263</id><published>2008-09-23T01:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T01:59:23.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really must learn how to control my temper before I hurt anyone including myself.  Geez... I wonder when can I learn to see things like a grown up.  I'm still as reckless as before.  Why do I always let my emotions take control of me?  Why do I always act without thinking of the consequences?  I'm really trying very hard to change for the better but it's not easy to abandon the childish and irresponsible part of my character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-7150423948944132263?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7150423948944132263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=7150423948944132263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7150423948944132263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7150423948944132263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-really-must-learn-how-to-control-my.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-116624227537428035</id><published>2008-09-22T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:56:59.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whenever I see my reflection in the mirror, I always ask myself the same questions over and over again.  Why am I such a loser?  Why can't I lead a happy life like the others?  Why am I such a failure?  What did I do to deserve all this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was a healthy life, a happy life, a wealthy one, a bright future, a stable career,  a bunch of great friends and a wonderful soul mate.  But in the end I failed to get either the things I've asked for.  Healthy life? I'm not sure if I am healthy at all.  Happy life?  I doubt that I'm happy now.  Talking about wealth I'm working like a dog when everyone is enjoying their holiday.  Bright future?  I'm now stuck in ITE so do you think that I've a bright future!  I don't think a part time job is consider as a stable career.  Talking about a bunch of great friends how do I know how great they are when I've been back stabbed by my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; friend?  A wonderful soul mate for me?  I doubt she ever exist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I be able to break this curse of mine?  Who will be there to lend me a helping hand and show me the path to success?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-116624227537428035?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/116624227537428035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=116624227537428035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/116624227537428035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/116624227537428035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/whenever-i-see-my-reflection-in-mirror.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-3783247465371166829</id><published>2008-09-20T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:11:50.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No matter how many friends we have, we'll still be relying on mostly ourselves when we're face with difficulties.  No one will help to watch our back for us neither will they show us a path of light when we're lost.  We've got only ourselves to rely on.  Yeah that's right.  I always thought that no matter what happens friends will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; be there for one another but I was proven wrong time after time.  As expected I used to be very naive or should I say I've always been pathetically naive all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I've always thought that no matter what happen Mike and I will be best buddy forever.  I'll watch his back and he'll watch mine.  I'll be there to lend him a hand when he falls and he'll be there to show me some hope when I'm lost.  But look what happen we almost tore each other apart though we've manage to savage our friendship but still it's not as strong as before.  Whenever I'm met with obstacles, I'm most likely to be alone.  No one will be there to spoon feed me or what.  I've got to learn how to survive in this cruel world and heartless society on my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter what happens I'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fight alone!&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/28584973-3783247465371166829?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3783247465371166829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=3783247465371166829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3783247465371166829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3783247465371166829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-matter-how-many-friends-we-have-well.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-3541338761588026739</id><published>2008-09-20T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:55:24.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7F-pzhSOZI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7F-pzhSOZI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.  I admit I did cry after watching this video.  Oh man.  It's really great to have my blog hidden.  I can blog almost everything out!  Work was fun today.  I've manage to sold quite a number of watches with some help from my colleagues.^^  It's great to work in the morning shift as time past faster than I expected.  The only problem is that I've no where to go after work.  I guess I should plan my program carefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've just been inform that my schedule for tomorrow will be change to afternoon shift instead of morning.  Awww... I love morning shift. =(  It seems like I've no more morning shift for the rest of the month.  I'm so looking forward to my next month schedule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date for the release of my results is getting nearer.  I really don't want to know how badly I've done for my exams. =(  I hope I don't get anything lower than 3.5 for my GPA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 month plus since I've broke up with Amy.  I hope she's doing fine.  Damn!  I felt like a jerk breaking her heart but we're really aren't incompatible.  Our views and way of doing things is so different.  Too different.  I really do appreciate the love she has given me but I'm sorry that things had turned out this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does true love exist even for people like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-3541338761588026739?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3541338761588026739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=3541338761588026739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3541338761588026739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3541338761588026739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-8611588992219538066</id><published>2008-09-18T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T00:36:55.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For once I hid my blog from every single soul out there.  I know no one likes my pessimistic way of looking at life but being pessimistic have always been part of my character.  You can't just expect me to kick this habit away.  It's impossible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the chefs in cartel and as well as my colleagues there told me that I've expand in my size and I've also turn fairer. =(  Sigh.  I'm those people who will turn fairer day by day so how can you all expect me to stop turning fairer when I've not played basketball for like 2 months! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to give myself a project.  Lets call it project "fitto".  I'm going to cut down on my junk food and exercise regularly.  It would be better if I'm able to develop some muscles during the process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Fitto starts today.  Went for to jog around Punggol park for about 2 rounds and mess with some of exercising equipment before going home.  Tried to learn how to hula hoop today but it seems that my hula hoop was too light.  So maybe I'm going to buy a better hula hoop tomorrow.  Haha.  I think I've got to think twice about getting myself a hula hoop as my ear piece fail to work &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.  Which means I've got to buy a new one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Due to some reason my cartel's pay won't be in till next week.  So I've really got to keep track of my expense. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck in my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;careers, studies and as well in my life. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll probably be a loner forever&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-8611588992219538066?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8611588992219538066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=8611588992219538066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/8611588992219538066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/8611588992219538066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-once-i-hid-my-blog-from-every.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-44689071756955445</id><published>2008-09-18T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:17:06.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Post</title><content type='html'>I've been busy working lately.  It's been ages since I've taken up 2 jobs.  I don't think I'll like to give you guys more details about the new job of mine. My purpose of blogging today is to let you guys know that I'll be hiding my blog from you guys soon.  I just want to be alone.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only a few will know&lt;/span&gt; about the add&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-44689071756955445?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/44689071756955445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=44689071756955445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/44689071756955445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/44689071756955445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-post.html' title='The Last Post'/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-1387540556214355551</id><published>2008-09-02T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:55:54.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what has gotten into me lately but I've realise that I'm easily irritated these past few days.  I'll appreciate if you guys could respect my privacy and leave me alone.  Don't test my patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-1387540556214355551?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1387540556214355551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=1387540556214355551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/1387540556214355551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/1387540556214355551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-know-what-has-gotten-into-me.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-7078136907626493929</id><published>2008-08-29T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:38:34.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh.  I'm back from school and I'm going out later in the evening.  I know its kind of early to blog now but I just can't help it, I've a sudden urge of blogging now.  Nothing much happen in school today except that I've made Tricia cry today.  Its not I did it on purpose though.  As usual my actions work faster then my brain.  I wasn't like this months ago, perhaps my self control is weakening.  What I did only was throwing a light punch on her arm when she crack a joke on me.  I did not expect her to hurt that much till tears roll down her cheeks.  Perhaps to me it was light  but I bet it was a pretty heavy punch for her to make her cry.  I did not realise the tolerance of pain between guys and girls was so huge.  Remember me posting something about me that was dangerous weeks ago?  I'm no kidding about it.  I guess its better for me to keep away from others before I hurt them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HAHA.  I'm a Monster!  LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-7078136907626493929?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7078136907626493929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=7078136907626493929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7078136907626493929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7078136907626493929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-6135798177247540833</id><published>2008-08-29T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T01:07:50.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD~~~~&lt;br /&gt;CAN U GUY BELIEVE WHAT I'VE FOUND!&lt;br /&gt;AWW~&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="Twilight Widget" flashvars="" width="385" align="middle" height="500"&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt; &lt;param name="flashVars" value=""&gt;  &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://twilightthemovie.com/ecard_widget/twilight_widget.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://twilightthemovie.com/ecard_widget/twilight_widget.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" name="Twilight Widget" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" allowfullscreen="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="385" align="middle" height="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIxOTk*MzAyMTUxNSZwdD*xMjE5OTQzMDcyMzQzJnA9OTE4NDEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9Mg==.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-6135798177247540833?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6135798177247540833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=6135798177247540833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/6135798177247540833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/6135798177247540833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-5047681434548709833</id><published>2008-08-27T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:51:42.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can you guys believe it?  I've manage to complete a book of 500 pages within twenty four hours!?  I got myself the second book of Twilight, New Moon yesterday right after school.  I just could not wait for my school to end yesterday.  I failed to get my book during lunch time as the book have been sold out and it seriously affect my mood.  So I just had to try my luck at East Point instead.  I guess I'm seriously obsessed with the books.  I've already started reading my new book before I'm out of East Point and I got my eyes glued on the book on my journey home.  I was so anxious to know what has hidden for me in the new book that I've just bought.  I was kind of shocked that it was 2am and I reluctantly put the book aside and went to bed.  As expected I was late for school the next day.  It was ten plus when I woke up and school starts at eight.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;welldone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it was pretty cool to finished reading a book such thick but it's quite exhausting actually.  I've bought the third book, Eclipse already but I got to slow down my pace as there's only one more book to go and everything will be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Cherlyin was right the first 18 chapters of the New Moon was pretty sad.  Edward the vampire broke up with Bella as he thought that it would be better for her to live in her human world.  The things that Bella went through were somehow quite similar with what I went through last year except for the voice in the head part though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was reading I thought of the things I went through last year.  I'm not sure how coincidence things can be but when I look up at my calender its was 26th August plus it was raining outside.  The freezing wind that blew against my body somehow make me remind me of the pain I went through last year.  Somewhere around 26th August last year I remembered that I was in the rain crying like an idiot for some stupid reason.  Thinking back, I was amused with my stupidity, how naive and fragile I was back then.  But now looking at my relflection I'm so much indestructable compared to what I was last year.  I'm not a prey anymore, a hunter is what I've became.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I've became a hunter but will the pain I've went through be forgotten or will it be with me forever?  This I can't really be too sure but at least I'm positive in one thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pain will make us stronger....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-5047681434548709833?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5047681434548709833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=5047681434548709833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/5047681434548709833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/5047681434548709833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-you-guys-believe-it-ive-manage-to.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-7862680216412057688</id><published>2008-08-26T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T01:30:33.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will anyone truly understands my pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My desires as well as my difficulties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's a beast in me...&lt;br /&gt;I know it...&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sure how long can I control it...&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dangerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-7862680216412057688?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7862680216412057688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=7862680216412057688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7862680216412057688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7862680216412057688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/will-anyone-truly-understands-my-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-2274652898216438875</id><published>2008-08-24T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:12:10.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from my Wei Qi competition.  I managed to won four rounds out of seven.  I'm seriously not in a very pleasant mood today.  I'm not sure if it's due to the weather or the competition. Plus I wasn't really in the mood for competition.  I wanted a few hours to myself so that I can finish reading my new book, Twilight which I just bought yesterday.  Despites all the distractions I've managed to complete reading 3 hundred pages out of 4 hundred plus pages today.  Part of the reason that ruin my mood for the competition got to do with the weather it makes me feel like sleeping and the part of the reason was I felt disgusted with my team mates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean why must they always rely on me to do everything.  Can't they fight like a man and earn the fucking trophy themselves instead of relying on others.  So what if I'm the strongest in College East Wei Qi club that doesn't mean that I must be the one doing everything.  Come on this is not some Basketball or Soccer competition?  There's no need for teamwork!  When we're out on the chess board we've got no one to rely on except ourselves.  And for your information I've been through much competition than you guys ever did.  I know roughly what time the competition starts so stop rushing when there's still plenty of time!  Fuck up with my attitude?  This is who I am!  Not pleased with my attitude?  Brush up your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOOBY&lt;/span&gt; skills and get the trophy without my help then.  And please respect my way of doing things.  I don't like mixing around with others during competition I like to be alone and not to be disturbed.  Oh ya I simply detest those who distract me from reading a book, playing a game and as well as eating by myself be it Tom, Dick or Harry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-2274652898216438875?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2274652898216438875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=2274652898216438875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/2274652898216438875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/2274652898216438875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-from-my-wei-qi-competition.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-3595375423463339967</id><published>2008-08-20T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T00:05:03.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birthday wish list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sony Ericsson C902&lt;br /&gt;2. Red PSP&lt;br /&gt;3. More cash!&lt;br /&gt;4. Warcraft and Frozen Throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I need those stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone's giving up on me and I predict after few months later it'll probaby be a piece of junk.  I know how expensive can the phone be so it's alright if you guys can't afford but please don't get me other phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you guys will know why I would like to own a PSP but I'm somehow worried that it will affect my studies.  Same goes for PSP I know it's kind of expensive so I won't bang my head on the wall, cry or do whatever shit if you guys can't get it for me. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys don't really know what to get for me I think cash will be the most practical choice. Though I know that it's kind of lame. =.=&lt;/span&gt;'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I would like to learn how to play "Dota" as my friends have been talking about that every now and then. So in order to play DOTA I need to have both frozen Throne and Warcraft Disc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sigh. I don't know if my blogging out my birthday wish list is a good choice as I'm somehow worried that friends from different cliques will get me the SAME STUFF!!!!  VEX!  Perhaps you guys could let me know in advance what would you like to get for my precious birthday? Please?  =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Thanks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/28584973-3595375423463339967?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3595375423463339967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=3595375423463339967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3595375423463339967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3595375423463339967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday-wish-list-1.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-9106849802240102056</id><published>2008-08-19T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:09:44.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How great can it be?  A " Machine" falling sick due to some part time work after school can you guys believe it .  Pathetic weakling is what used to describe people like me.  Sigh.  I've just been inform that OFA Exam will fall on the 3rd Sept and there will also be some Mock test before the exam.  How great can it be?  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck seh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our "Da Jie" Jeslyn finally shown us part of her true self today.  One percent of her Ah Lian character that has been asleep inside her.  Cool.  It was kind of unexpected.  Most of us were shocked but even though she's pissed with someone, she still look so cute and funny.  I bet it's in her genes.  No matter what I'm siding her.  I'm leaving all the vocals fight to her and I'll be handing the physical fights.  And to Tricia, hopefully everything will be over before you knew it.  Don't think too much as it's pretty common for couples to quarrel in a relationship.  So cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I put a birthday wish list on my blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-9106849802240102056?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9106849802240102056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=9106849802240102056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/9106849802240102056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/9106849802240102056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-great-can-it-be-machine-falling.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-6117627887495542759</id><published>2008-08-18T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:00:58.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just got back from work.   Its a great thing that there's not much people on weekdays than on the Friday's and weekends.   I hope for the next few days there will be not much customers in cartel.   Working after school is really very tiring.   Especially you've got school from 8pm to 5pm and to make things worse there's SW tomorrow!   Just for your information if you guys do not know what SW is.   SW is known as physical education in secondary school.  I can't imagine how life will be like for the next 3 weeks.  May god bless me.   Oh ya some stupid water managed to get into my shoes again!  Argh.   Looks like I've got to wear some stupid wet shoe to work tomorrow.  I guess its expected for water to enter my shoes as the holes underneath the shoe is so freaking obvious.  How pathetic can I be?   I can't believe the problem in my wrist came back and my shoulder have not really started to heal.   What should I do?   I need money!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really hate smokers!  No offense but I think they stink!  Blame it on my sensitive nose if you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: webdings;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'll work till I collapse...&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep fighting till I'm destroyed...&lt;br /&gt;If by feigning a smile can hide my pain...&lt;br /&gt;I'll do so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've realise that I'm not a human...&lt;br /&gt;For I've not been treated like one...&lt;br /&gt;I'm something without a heart...&lt;br /&gt;without respect...&lt;br /&gt;without emotions...&lt;br /&gt;I'm a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Machine&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/28584973-6117627887495542759?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6117627887495542759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=6117627887495542759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/6117627887495542759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/6117627887495542759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-just-got-back-from-work.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-4182447870903651725</id><published>2008-08-18T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:02:03.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running out of time!</title><content type='html'>Three more weeks to go and I've got to sit for my AFD and BFD EXAMS!!!  One more week to my &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WeiQi competition.  Ten more days I'll be celebratiing Nicole's and my birthday in advance.  3 weeks later I've got to sign up for Muay Thai courses at Fight G and I've got to hunt for some new clothes too.  And most importantly within this three weeks I really should cut down some of my excess fats!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-4182447870903651725?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4182447870903651725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=4182447870903651725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4182447870903651725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4182447870903651725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/running-out-of-time.html' title='Running out of time!'/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-3979165401915331467</id><published>2008-08-15T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:23:30.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sat for my AFD CA paper today.  I'm sorry to say that getting an A for AFD seems to be quite impossible this time round.  If I'm lucky enough I may get a B for AFD.  Getting 3.8 and above for my GPA seems to be so impossible now.  Perhaps I'll not be able to get enrolled into poly for the rest of my life.  3 more weeks to BFD and AFD exams and I've not even started studying for any of them yet. (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-3979165401915331467?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3979165401915331467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=3979165401915331467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3979165401915331467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3979165401915331467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/sat-for-my-afd-ca-paper-today.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-102016695149117069</id><published>2008-08-12T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:38:06.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures taken on the National Day celebration in College East &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8/8/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SKGKxFKNPyI/AAAAAAAAAc4/0F23vNiKoes/s1600-h/P8080643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SKGKxFKNPyI/AAAAAAAAAc4/0F23vNiKoes/s320/P8080643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233616817784438562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SKGKx_K4PlI/AAAAAAAAAdA/cEVnIl_IZ_I/s1600-h/P8080648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SKGKx_K4PlI/AAAAAAAAAdA/cEVnIl_IZ_I/s320/P8080648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233616833356512850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SKGKx-Y5ytI/AAAAAAAAAdI/UCWazR8Sddc/s1600-h/P8080647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SKGKx-Y5ytI/AAAAAAAAAdI/UCWazR8Sddc/s320/P8080647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233616833146899154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been working from like Thursday to Sunday.  Consecutively for four days!  Can you guys imagine how tiring it is to work after school and from 0800 to 2330 during National Day!  Those four days are like hell to me, especially on the National Day itself.  All the servers including me almost collapse.  It's so mentally and physically torturing.  I supposed this is what we call life.  While the majority of the Singaporeans are enjoying their celebration some minority people like us will be working like slaves in order to get some allowance.  Well but at least I'm lucky to say that Sunday's crowd is extremely pathetic but we all like it this way.  At least we are given sometime to recuperate.  Most of our muscles have became quite stiff for us to even walk in a normal pace.  Cursed the customers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway people have been asking me what would I wish to get for my birthday present.  I do have some things in my mind which I wish to get but I'm not sure if I do really want them or need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that came into my mind was a handphone.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SKGPonyDMoI/AAAAAAAAAdY/YZ1vPJp7r0g/s1600-h/2347472919_ab4b2fb81e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SKGPonyDMoI/AAAAAAAAAdY/YZ1vPJp7r0g/s320/2347472919_ab4b2fb81e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233622170017673858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sony Ericsson  C902&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So far this is the ONLY phone that has successfully captured my attention.  I like the black one.  But the problem is I still don't feel like giving up my K800 as I've been using that phone for quite sometime and there's some memories in it.  Though judging by its condition I don't think it can survive for more than 6 months.  T.T sobx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing that came into my mind was a PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SKGRKBheKCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/90G9dHP0p5I/s1600-h/1886289903_91eb287f9c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SKGRKBheKCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/90G9dHP0p5I/s320/1886289903_91eb287f9c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233623843374770210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RED PSP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been hoping to get a PSP for quite sometime as there are some games that I would wish to spend some time exploring.  But I'm very positive that a PSP is bound to affect my studies, work, friends and more.  Sigh.  I really don't know what I would like to have for my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-102016695149117069?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/102016695149117069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=102016695149117069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/102016695149117069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/102016695149117069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/pictures-taken-on-national-day.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SKGKxFKNPyI/AAAAAAAAAc4/0F23vNiKoes/s72-c/P8080643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-4213821741620093555</id><published>2008-08-05T23:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:29:41.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends come and goes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/aED4jzG5IR"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/aED4jzG5IR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/davidcook/music/YWUJAadZ/david_cook_the_time_of_my_life/"&gt;The Time of My Life - David Cook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;come and goes.  It's actually not surprising to lose contact with some of the closest friends around you.  Everyone seems to have a hard time keeping up with work as well as school so I don't see how are we suppose to maintain our friendships when all of us have so much to do in such little time.  The older we grow the lesser time we'll have for our friends.  The friends around us keep increasing and the time we have for one another seems to be decreasing.  Plus how do we know that which one of them is truly loyal to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes when I look back I really wonder will we be given a second chance to be as happy as we was years ago.  The places where we guys normals hang out and the things we always do.  Will they be the same again?  Will we be as close as before?  Sometimes I came across places that my old friends and I usually hung out, the place where we laugh and cry, the place where we swear that we'll always remember.  But now we're left with nothing except memories.  Memories that we'll always smile when we think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life?  Why are there so many regrets in it?  Why didn't we cherish the time we have for one another when we have the chance to?  What are the purpose of our life?  Will there really be friends forever?  I want my life back!  My friends, the ample amount of time I used to had and my laugher back.  I'm so tired of feigning a smile and bury myself with work to forget the naive questions in me that we'll never be answered. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;REH GNISSIM MORF FLESYM POTS TNAC I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SJh0rUhGdEI/AAAAAAAAAcw/PdukAj5q6Qs/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SJh0rUhGdEI/AAAAAAAAAcw/PdukAj5q6Qs/s320/DSC00027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231059254781572162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's something for Mei Qi. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-4213821741620093555?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4213821741620093555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=4213821741620093555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4213821741620093555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4213821741620093555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/friends-come-and-goes.html' title='Friends come and goes.'/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SJh0rUhGdEI/AAAAAAAAAcw/PdukAj5q6Qs/s72-c/DSC00027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-7344367538927088176</id><published>2008-08-05T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:47:59.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SJhkaUr_InI/AAAAAAAAAco/QimEnvrzu_o/s1600-h/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SJhkaUr_InI/AAAAAAAAAco/QimEnvrzu_o/s320/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231041370583409266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SJhkZrRRJiI/AAAAAAAAAcI/EchJNO9t2tc/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SJhkZrRRJiI/AAAAAAAAAcI/EchJNO9t2tc/s320/DSC00018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231041359465489954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SJhkZ4sa6AI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Ljp0hRbJik/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SJhkZ4sa6AI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9Ljp0hRbJik/s320/DSC00019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231041363069036546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SJhkZ1FOSSI/AAAAAAAAAcY/DtgurM-8M1A/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SJhkZ1FOSSI/AAAAAAAAAcY/DtgurM-8M1A/s320/DSC00022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231041362099325218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random shots to show how bored I am in school.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway BFD role play didn't went as well as I prayed for but still we've done a good job.  Alvin Wong said that we would as least get a B for the role play but if it's an A we would like to ask for, he must still observe how well the other team did.  I really hope we'll scored an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you guys think that everything will be over, you're wrong.  I've got to prepare for my AFD CA which falls on next Friday.  Plus we've got to hand in about 8 pages of live journal of what we've learn and a copy of a movie review by next Wednesday!  Darn it!  One after another.  To make things worse I've go to work from Thursday to Sunday.  Sigh.  Hope everything will end before I knew it.  I mustn't give up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-7344367538927088176?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7344367538927088176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=7344367538927088176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7344367538927088176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7344367538927088176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-random-shots-to-show-how-bored-i.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SJhkaUr_InI/AAAAAAAAAco/QimEnvrzu_o/s72-c/DSC00024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-3493088593398822297</id><published>2008-08-04T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:15:22.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've managed to get my bursary today.  The financial crisis I was facing weeks ago have temporary been solve but still I must really learn not to be too spendthrift.  If not I've got to face another financial crisis before I knew it.  Anyway I did something which I'm really proud of today.  I did not spend a single cent for the entire day!  Tried to control my hunger by skipping meals and perhaps I could have some cup noodles for dinner.  But I guess Nicole or should I say that everyone can tell that I'm very hungry cause I can't stop myself from complaining about how hungry I am.  So she treat me some Roti prata and curry chicken for lunch. ^^  I don't know why, perhaps I'm really very hungry but the lunch was extremely delicious!  Thanks Nicole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya here's some update about my weekend last week.  Went to Plaza Sing Nicole, Desmond, Joshua and Dennis on last Saturday.  We had our lunch and dinner together, went to catch two movies and last but not least we went to K Box too!  Met up with them at 2.30pm and we played throughout the night and got home at about 7am in the morning.  All of us was so shocked that we spend about $100 on that day.  Heartache man!  What in the world was I thinking?!  Anyway I was kind of surprise to know that Khai Ying was in Plaza Sing as there was a event held by her school.  Saw Mike, Jun Long, Yong Rong etc at PS too.  It's so bloody coincidence.  It's like a reunion for some of us.  Sigh.  I really do miss the old times.... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-3493088593398822297?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3493088593398822297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=3493088593398822297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3493088593398822297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3493088593398822297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-managed-to-get-my-bursary-today.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-3891979320830842497</id><published>2008-08-02T01:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T01:53:16.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I'm running out of "stamina".  I'm being to get tired of everything.  Work, study, friends as well as my passion for basketball and chess is indeed too much for me.  I can't believe I actually flunk my class test, not once but twice!   I don't know how long I can take this anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's trying to help me get through this rough period.  My teachers, friends and as well as my managers at work.  I really do appreciate their help but in the meantime I'm also afraid that I'll let them down by not meeting up to their expectations.  I thought that by giving up my relationship will make my work load lighter but I guess I was wrong.  Everything did not change for the better at least for the moment everything is still the same.  Everything is still as worse as before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything will be alright soon.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always a darkness before a dawn.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-3891979320830842497?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3891979320830842497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=3891979320830842497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3891979320830842497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3891979320830842497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-guess-im-running-out-of-stamina.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-9133186910826730972</id><published>2008-07-30T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:21:11.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;TAKE CARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For life will be better without me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-9133186910826730972?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9133186910826730972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=9133186910826730972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/9133186910826730972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/9133186910826730972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/take-care-for-life-will-be-better.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-701636373076778098</id><published>2008-07-29T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:19:10.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn.  I'm really sick and tired of their quarreling.  Arguing with each other for just only few dollars.  Why can't I have some peace?  At least allow me to have a place where I could forget all my troubles and worries!  Why can't they be much more understanding?  I'm so sick and tired of how inconsiderate they can be!  I don't know how long can I put up with their selfishness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-701636373076778098?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/701636373076778098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=701636373076778098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/701636373076778098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/701636373076778098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-4725783453488632153</id><published>2008-07-29T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:52:08.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh.  Next week will be our presentation for BFD project and we haven even started rehearsing yet!  I've a bad feeling about this.  I guess no one in my group knows that I've stage fright.  I hope everything will turn out well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn.  Everything is piling up on me.  I really do need some fresh air.  I'm not sure how long I can take this anymore.  Sometimes I really wonder has this kind of lifestyle make me stronger or has it make me weaker by draining all my energy out of me.  I know I cannot give up or else my efforts will go down the drain.  Can somebody lend me some strength? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really need 48 hours a day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-4725783453488632153?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4725783453488632153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=4725783453488632153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4725783453488632153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4725783453488632153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-8628207281362430540</id><published>2008-07-28T00:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T01:06:07.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired, so bloody stress up.  Everything don't seems to be going well for me.  I'm having a hard time juggling my studies and my part time job.  I've a feeling that I'm unable to get an A for all my modules for this semester.  I'm trying to work like how the role models of cartel, Charles Nicholas and Cherylin work.  I'm trying to do things with pride and responsibilities.  I'm also trying to control my temper but its not really as simple as it seems to be.  I really get pissed off when I've got to do other people's job when I'm already overload with my own duties.  My physical condition have been going down hill which means my basketball standard is dropping tremendously!  Having two days of basketball training a week may be too much for my current time table perhaps I should consider dropping it.  As for my Weiqi it seems like I've a very hard time of remaining focus throughout the entire game.  I bet my lack of concentration during class and as well as during my game has to do with my lack of sleep.  Relationships have been pretty complicated for me lately and I'm somehow being force to make some choices.  I seriously hope that everything will be over soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-8628207281362430540?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8628207281362430540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=8628207281362430540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/8628207281362430540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/8628207281362430540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-so-tired-so-bloody-stress-up.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-5733325655709794790</id><published>2008-07-25T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T00:24:22.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really very grateful for those who are there for me lately.  Thanks for giving in to my moods and tolerating my temper.  I'm really touched.  Thanks for being so understanding but don't worry I'm strong enough to take the load that has been thrown on me.  I'm not even near to breaking down.  I hope.  I'm now facing a slump in my life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; but I know that everything will be fine before I know it.  Jia you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time freezes when you look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to perfect once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-5733325655709794790?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5733325655709794790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=5733325655709794790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/5733325655709794790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/5733325655709794790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-really-very-grateful-for-those-who.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-744155875092489099</id><published>2008-07-22T19:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:33:17.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day without laugher</title><content type='html'>I guess everybody in class find me exceptionally quiet today.  I've neither smile, laughter nor jokes today.  I appreciates their care and concern for me.  I'm pretty touch but maybe giving me sometime alone would be a better way to heal my wounds.  I'm used to being completely isolated by the outside world.  I've realise that the sun today aren't as bright as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By letting you celebrate my birthday with me will only hurt you more and how could I bear to inflict anymore damages on you.  The longer we stay together the harder it will be for us to part.  Since the both of us knew that there's no happy ending for us then what's the point of being together?  I think that this is the only way for us to lead a better life.  A better future.  Though it may be hard for the both of us but it will be over before we know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay strong and please don't give up in life, for tomorrow will always be full of surprises and laughter.  Life may be hard for you now but I'm sure everything will be over before you knew it.  If you really can't stop yourself from thinking of me, all you got to do is just look up at the sky and tell yourself that I'm somewhere near you under this beautiful sky of ours.  Under this beautiful sky that we share.  That all of us share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Crying inside....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;love hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a dagger, you can either hurt yourself with it or you could carve beautiful memories with it.....&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/28584973-744155875092489099?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/744155875092489099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=744155875092489099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/744155875092489099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/744155875092489099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-without-laugher.html' title='A day without laugher'/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-4074325175297593494</id><published>2008-07-21T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:30:16.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>有一种爱叫做放手。。。</title><content type='html'>I don't deserve your love.  Please do not wait for my return for I'm gone for good.  cry as I'm not worth your tears.  Save it for someone better, someone who'll give you happiness, someone who'll always be there when needed, someone who deserve your love.  I always thought that the problem lies with you but I was wrong.  I came to realise that I'm the cause of all of our sufferings.  All I ever wanted was a perfect girlfriend and a perfect relationship but I came to realise that I myself wasn't even perfect so how could I possibly expect my other half to be perfect.  Perhaps that was the reason why I've always been so unsatisfied with my life and the things around me.  Being with me will only lead you to more suffering and I don't wish to give the both of us a hard time.  This probably would be the best decision for the both of us.  I'll hope you'll understand and I'll never forget the times we had.  Thanks for keeping my company for the past few months.  I really do appreciate it.  I'll take good care of myself so please even without me around I hope you'll live your life with full of colors.  That's the last favour I'll ask from you.  Take care.  Farewell my darling, my baby, my dear and last but not least my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;我们的相遇是一个错误，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;时间会治疗我们内心的伤口。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Being with me will not make you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&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/28584973-4074325175297593494?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4074325175297593494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=4074325175297593494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4074325175297593494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4074325175297593494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_21.html' title='有一种爱叫做放手。。。'/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-3576366215503461796</id><published>2008-07-17T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:38:31.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things must get worse in order to get better.  &lt;/span&gt;How true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I ain't really a good boyfriend.  I'm someone who'll neither be happy nor satisfied with how things are.  I'll never be content with how things are.  Please don't put in too much as I really don't deserved your love.  The more you try to give in to me the more guilty I'll feel.  Perhaps everything was a mistake.  Trust me.  I've no intention of hurting you.  I've no idea things will turn out this way.  All I ever wanted was a perfect relationship but I guess we're from two different world.  We're seriously incompatible.  Our interest and the way we do things make us both a completely different person.  Although I've always think that like poles repel while unlike poles attract but both metals without magnetic force  can't be together.  I know I may regret my decision and like what you've said I may not find someone who's able to love me as much as you do.  Frankly speaking I think so too.  No one has ever love me as much as you do before and sometimes I doubt that I can find anyone who can love me this much.  But I don't wish to continue hurting you anymore. You really do deserve a better guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-3576366215503461796?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3576366215503461796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=3576366215503461796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3576366215503461796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/3576366215503461796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-must-get-worse-in-order-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-2131186169537456782</id><published>2008-07-17T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:59:04.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I Believe You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wIDRtEOLWiU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wIDRtEOLWiU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tm3NtOJt3TY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tm3NtOJt3TY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&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/28584973-2131186169537456782?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2131186169537456782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=2131186169537456782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/2131186169537456782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/2131186169537456782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-believe-you-journey.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-7195750879709066562</id><published>2008-07-16T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:39:27.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That Alvin Wong  finally return us our BFD test paper.  I can't believe it actually took us a month to get back our paper.  I wonder what took them so long to mark our paper.  Anyway I score a C for my BFD paper.  Darn it.  How am I going to get enrolled into poly with such grades.  It took me great effort to score an A for the AFD paper and now all my effort went down the drain.  I hope I'll get a good grade for my OFA project and the test for Microsoft Word.  Miss Choo told us that most of us scored quite well for the Microsoft Word and I hope I can get a grad A for it.  As for my OFA project Miss Choo said that I did quite well for that as she can see lots of effort in my powerpoint presentation but I bet everyone in the class did quite well for that project too.  I guess Miss Choo have no choice but to make some cruel decision.  I bet Nicole's going to get first in class for the powerpoint presentation.  Her ppt is so close to being perfect.  I wonder how did she manage to make her powerpoint presentation so attractive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-7195750879709066562?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7195750879709066562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=7195750879709066562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7195750879709066562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7195750879709066562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/that-alvin-finally-return-us-our-bfd.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-4511384001566237545</id><published>2008-07-14T23:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:05:09.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;绝&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;能&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;经&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;言&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;弃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;论&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;路&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;途&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;远&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;艰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;定&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;紧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;牙&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;关&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;拼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;命&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;地&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;定&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;点&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;眼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前&lt;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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-4511384001566237545?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4511384001566237545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=4511384001566237545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4511384001566237545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/4511384001566237545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-7836147202048436795</id><published>2008-07-14T00:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T01:03:28.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What course should I choose?</title><content type='html'>Sigh. I'm feeling so vex now.  I feel like taking up some course as life is pretty boring for me lately. Should I take up martial arts such as continuing learning Muay Thai or taking up San Shou course or should I go take up some dancing course such as Popping or B Boying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By taking up either Muay Thai or San Shou can make me physically fit and maybe I could learn how to manage my anger.  I can also help to defend myself from some troubles if I happened to bump onto one like what I did months ago.  I do prefer Muay Thai than San Shou as I find Muay Thai more effective compared to San Shou.  In other words Muay Thai is far more brutal than San Shou but the fees for Muay Thai are really quite expensive compared to San Shou.  The fees for Muay Thai is around $250 for 10 weeks while the fees for San Shou is about $40 for 4 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the dancing courses, it cost about $120 for 8 weeks.  Learning how to dance can really make me a more confident person but the problem is I'm don't really have genes for music and as well as dancing.  Some girls told me that Popping is much more cooler than B Boying but I personally think that B Boying is much more cooler.  I've took up a B Boying course a year ago and I gave up as I find it too challenging for me.  Plus I don't really have the strength to withstand most of my weight on my hands and shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? As time and money is a big problem for me as well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-7836147202048436795?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7836147202048436795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=7836147202048436795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7836147202048436795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7836147202048436795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-course-should-i-choose.html' title='What course should I choose?'/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-6565308658494179513</id><published>2008-07-12T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:05:47.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highly Addictive</title><content type='html'>Don't ask me why am I so crazy about animations and mangas.  Cause even I don't even have any idea why am I so crazy about animations and comics.  I just couldn't help it.  Living in a world of fantasy must be pretty cool I guess.  Reading Comics, watching animations as well as playing PSP makes me feel as though I'm part of them.  Sigh I guess I'm highly addicted to PSP.  I'm so going to get one soon.  Heard that "Naruto 2" is out can't wait to get my hands on them.  Besides I've yet to complete the promotion test for "Naruto".  Can't wait to get my hands on Nicole's PSP.  Feel so sorry for Nicole for having such a friend like me who keep pestering her for her PSP.  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width: 302px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SHjSs8OcU2I/AAAAAAAAAaI/9mWowSbWpoo/s320/2093824032_3a68fa8e6a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222155437458871138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-6565308658494179513?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6565308658494179513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=6565308658494179513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/6565308658494179513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/6565308658494179513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/highly-addictive.html' title='Highly Addictive'/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gQKS18ODA4s/SHjT6YnaBHI/AAAAAAAAAbY/qlCkRja5BOY/s72-c/97582017_abc130850d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-7135056639527707106</id><published>2008-07-10T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:13:20.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At times don't you guys think that some things are simply beyond our control?  I'm really very sick and tired of how my life is.  I know I got to do something but what?  What must I do?  I want to lead a better life, a happier life, a life full of colors.  I'm really not satisfied with how things are.  I know life isn't perfect but can't it just be better?  I know my dreams are too unrealistic and too naive but I just can't stop myself from hoping that it would come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Simply can't stop myself from looking back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-7135056639527707106?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7135056639527707106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=7135056639527707106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7135056639527707106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7135056639527707106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-times-dont-you-guys-think-that-some.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-5690392645306896251</id><published>2008-07-09T23:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:42:20.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My jokes Vs Siming's joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRL With PSYCHIATRIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRL:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I have sinned. I called my boyfriend a BASTARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSYCHIATRIST:&lt;/strong&gt; Well now, that's not a nice thing to call anyone, so what did he do to deserve that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRL:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, he kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSYCHIATRIST&lt;/strong&gt;: You mean like this?&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt; The psychiatrist kissed the girl )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRL&lt;/strong&gt;: ......Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSYCHIATRIST&lt;/strong&gt;: Well that's no reason to call him a BASTARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRL:&lt;/strong&gt; But, he put his hand in my top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSYCHIATRIST&lt;/strong&gt;: You mean like this?&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;em&gt;The psychiatrist put his hand in the girl's top&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRL:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSYCHIATRIST&lt;/strong&gt;: Well that's no reason to call him a BASTARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRL&lt;/strong&gt;: But, he took my clothes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSYCHIATRIST&lt;/strong&gt;: You mean like this?&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;em&gt;The psychiatrist took off the girl's clothes&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRL:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSYCHIATRIST:&lt;/strong&gt; Well that's no reason to call him a BASTARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRL:&lt;/strong&gt; But, he had sex with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSYCHIATRIST:&lt;/strong&gt; You mean like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( The psychiatrist had sex with the girl )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRL:&lt;/strong&gt; .Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSYCHIATRIST:&lt;/strong&gt; Well that's no reason to call him a BASTARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRL:&lt;/strong&gt; But, then he told me he has AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSYCHIATRIST&lt;/strong&gt;: BASTARD!!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;:::-- -- make this sentence in this word '''hand'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;student&lt;/strong&gt; ::--- my penis in your hand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teacher&lt;/strong&gt; ""-- slap him""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;student&lt;/strong&gt; ::-- sorry teacher forgot to put space in between pen and is ....(sobx)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Telephonic Conversation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : Hello, can I speak to Annie Wan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : Yes, you can speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : No, I want to speak to Annie Wan !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : Yes I &lt;a name="AdBriteInlineAd_understand" style="cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; background-attachment: scroll;" id="AdBriteInlineAd_understand"&gt;understand&lt;/a&gt; you want to speak to anyone. You can speak to me. Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : I'm Sam Wan . And I need to talk to Annie Wan! It's urgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : I know you are someone and you want to talk to anyone ! But what's this urgent matter about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : Well... just tell my sister Annie Wan that our brother Noe Wan was involved in an accident. Noe Wan got injured and now Noe Wan is being sent to the hospital..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : Look, if no one was injured and no one was sent to the hospital, then the accident isn't an urgent matter! You may find this hilarious but I don't have &lt;a name="AdBriteInlineAd_time" style="cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; background-attachment: scroll;" id="AdBriteInlineAd_time"&gt;time&lt;/a&gt; for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : You are so rude! Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : I'm Saw Ree .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : Yes! You should be sorry .. Now give me your name!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : That's what I said. I'm Saw Ree .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller : Oh.....God.......&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The Maid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A guy dials his home phone from work. A strange woman answers. The guy says, "Who is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the maid.", answered the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't have a maid!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was just hired this morning by the lady of the house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, this is her husband. Is she there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm .... she's upstairs in the bedroom with someone who I just figured was her husband."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy is fuming. He says to the maid, "Listen, would you like to make $50,000?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do I have to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want you to get my gun from my desk in the den and shoot that witch and the jerk she is with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maid puts down the phone. The guy hears footsteps, followed by two gunshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maid comes back to the phone. "What should I do with the bodies?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Throw them in the swimming pool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?! There's no pool here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long pause... "Uh .... is this 832-4821?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-5690392645306896251?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5690392645306896251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=5690392645306896251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/5690392645306896251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/5690392645306896251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/girl-with-psychiatrist.html' title='My jokes Vs Siming&apos;s joke'/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-737804469740598218</id><published>2008-07-09T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:25:24.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired Tired Tired....</title><content type='html'>I feel very sorry for my blog and as well as my readers.  It's like I only update my blog once or twice a month and that's a huge difference compared to last year.  I'm really sorry people.  It's not that I don't want to keep you guys updated.  It's just that my schedule are really very tight and I hope you guys can understand my difficulties for not blogging regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, due to my hectic schedule I've been rather exhausted.  I've been dozing off in class and as well as at work.  If you guys bumped onto me either in the train or in the bus, you'll probably catch me sleeping.  I'm now currently figuring out solutions to prevent myself from dozing off in class and as well as at work.  I'm now currently forcing myself to sleep at least 8 hours or more and hope that helps.  If you guys have any great ideas please feel free to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have my own PSP!  I can't believe I actually helped Nicole completed unlocking all of the characters in 'NARUTO'!  Naruto rocks!  I got a feeling that you guys will be amaze of how strong Kizame and Itachi are!  &gt;0&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putput is tired...&lt;br /&gt;Yawn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-737804469740598218?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/737804469740598218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=737804469740598218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/737804469740598218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/737804469740598218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/07/tired-tired-tired.html' title='Tired Tired Tired....'/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-2121007672189876906</id><published>2008-06-10T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:16:56.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I only manage to win 3 rounds out of 7.  I can't believe I call myself 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt; when this is how badly I fair in the competition.  I simply let those who have high hopes on me down.  Am I destine be a nobody all my life?  When will my hardwork blossom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Life have been pretty stressful recently.  BFD exam falls on 12thJune which is this thursday and I've still have some projects as well as assignments to complete by this thursday.  Will everything be fine?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stronger&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But... how?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-2121007672189876906?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2121007672189876906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=2121007672189876906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/2121007672189876906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/2121007672189876906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-only-manage-to-win-3-rounds-out-of-7.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-6338141294377441594</id><published>2008-05-30T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T18:40:57.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys!  I'm here to update my rotting blog.  Sorry for not being able to update my blog regularly as I'm too tired to blog after long hours of school and long hours of work.  I've just one more last paper to go and it'll be school holidays! It means that I'll be able to earn back part of my allowance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have took place lately be it good or bad.  I guess there are bound to be happy times and sad times.  Anyway I'm now currently addicted to PSP. Seriously addicted.  I just can't stop myself from playing "Naruto".  Everyone kept asking me the same questions over and over again.  Such as "Aren't you tired of playing 'NARUTO' all the time?"  "What's so interesting about this game?"  Hahax. Frankly speaking even me myself also don't really know why I'm so addicted to that game.  It's so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess I really do have some difficulty getting along with others.  No matter how hard I try to put up with my friends' differences and attitudes, I'll still get irritated.  I guess it's totally impossible for me to find someone who have the similar character as me and even if he or she has the same character as me, we'll probably find each other irritating.  Does all only child have the same problem?  Or is it just me?  Perhaps I'm really destined to be a loner, maybe I'll be happier this way.  Guess I'll never find someone who can accompany me through this endless road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be a loner...&lt;br /&gt;it's in my blood...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-6338141294377441594?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6338141294377441594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=6338141294377441594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/6338141294377441594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/6338141294377441594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-guys-im-here-to-update-my-rotting.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-6655192136365862978</id><published>2008-05-08T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:51:02.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm dying out of exhaustion soon.  Due to my recent hectic schedule, I've been dozing off in class lately and this make it harder for me to catch up with the class.  Plus I've been spending more money than what I earn and I need more time for my Chess and Basketball too in order to outshine my mates!  I know I'll not be happy if I keep comparing myself with others but thats the only thing to keep me going.  Sometime, somehow I really do feel like giving up but time and time again I tell myself that if others can do it why can't I?  I'll not just catch up with them but I'll surpass them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never give up.&lt;br /&gt;I mustn't!&lt;br /&gt;Who knows for sure that the goal is not far away?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows that I'll be able to reach the next level before I knew it?&lt;br /&gt;We only knows that if I give up now all my efforts will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas JIAYOU AR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-6655192136365862978?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6655192136365862978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=6655192136365862978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/6655192136365862978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/6655192136365862978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-dying-out-of-exhaustion-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-6146680271281046683</id><published>2008-04-29T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:20:53.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OVERLOAD</title><content type='html'>I've been having quite a hectic schedule lately. Except for Monday and Thursday, school usually starts from 8am in the morning and ends about 5pm.  To make things worst I've Basketball training on every Monday and Wednesday from 5pm to 8pm and Chess Club on every Friday from 1.30pm to 4pm.  Plus I've got my own Basketball training on every Saturday morning and I've got to work on Sunday to earn my allowance.  As you can see I'm beginning to get overload when I've just received a news that I'll be having a swimming lesson every Tuesday as it is a must to know how to swim.  And for your information I'm not a MACHINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball training is starting to get tougher every training.  First training was a piece of cake for me though I suffered from serious muscles strain for the past few days.  The second training was tougher than the first.  I was on the verge of giving up when I asked myself why those fat ass and those pathetic thin bamboo can pull it through and why can't I?  Everyone's having a hard time training including those aces in the school team so how in the world am I going to make it into the school team when I'm giving up so easily?  Anyway, it rain for a short while during training and to our surprise some of us saw a ray of rainbow after the rain.  Somehow maybe it's telling us that if there's no pain there'll be no gain.  The training may be tough but what awaits for us is a rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Chess club it's actually split into 2 groups.  The Chinese Chess and Wei Qi. As you guys knows that I'm able to play both Chinese Chess and Wei Qi. So I'm somehow stuck in between them.  I'm being asked to join the Wei Qi Club for the first training and as I'm more experience than most of them, the captain and the ex-chairman asked me if I could teach and guide some of them.  Unfortunately, I'm not really a good teacher but I'll still try my best to guide them along.  As I would like to play for the Chinese Chess Club too but I'm only able to turn up in only one of the club at a time so the ex-chairman told me that they'll hold a meeting and discuss about my problem.  I really hope they'll come up with a conclusion soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-6146680271281046683?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6146680271281046683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=6146680271281046683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/6146680271281046683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/6146680271281046683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/overload.html' title='OVERLOAD'/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-8533888279969254382</id><published>2008-04-17T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:47:08.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCA is starting next week!</title><content type='html'>I've got to attend my school's Basketball CCA next Wednesday and I really afraid that I can't make it into school team.  I really wish to join Jia Wei and others in the school team but somehow I got a feeling that I'm not gonna make it in.  There's so much stronger players who can play better than me.  So I really don't know how am I going to make it into the school team.  I really hope that history will not repeat.  I hope that I'm not going to give up half way like what I did during my secondary school life.  I don't want to have any more regrets but how in the world am I going to find such strong determination and perseverance to pull through those tough training?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad to say that I lost most of my skills in playing chess.  I can no longer move the pieces as swiftly across the board like how I used to.  Like how I once move those pieces across the board as if they were my own hands and legs.  I regretted for neglecting my passion for chess.  Chess and Basketball are my source of confidence and I can't believe I lost something so important.  I shouldn't have given up on Chess as I know that Chess hasn't given up on me.  When will I get back what I've lost?  When will I once again be allowed to enter the Chess world?  I've let those who have high hopes on me down again.  Someone please tell me how should I re-summon back those skills of mine again.  What should I do in order to be stronger than before?  Chess club is starting next Friday and I've got only a week to get back what once actually belong to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please don't leave me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as I really need you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like never before...&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/28584973-8533888279969254382?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8533888279969254382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=8533888279969254382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/8533888279969254382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/8533888279969254382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/cca-is-starting-next-week.html' title='CCA is starting next week!'/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-1172898462378703053</id><published>2008-04-15T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:17:07.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Though it's just the second day of school but I've managed to make some friends in my college. I guess I'm just simply too cute to be resisted. I'm actually pretty surprise to find out that some of my classmates are actually staying pretty close to me. Singapore is indeed a small country isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to school tomorrow. The real lesson starts tomorrow and I wonder how it feels to study in ite. Will it be as boring as secondary school or will it be much more fun? I was trying to act like some cool guy in my class. Someone who's always serious and quiet but I guess I blew my cover today. I accidentally reveal my true self in front of my classmates! Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've chosen Chess club and Basketball as my CCA. Everyone came asking me why I've chosen Chess club as one of my CCA. Well... Chess is my passion. I really hope that I can be someone really well known and respected in the Chess club instead of being a nobody. Same goes for Basketball, I hope that I can withstand the stressful training and make it into the school team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-1172898462378703053?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1172898462378703053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=1172898462378703053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/1172898462378703053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/1172898462378703053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/though-its-just-second-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-8696337795837106623</id><published>2008-04-05T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T12:44:32.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is full of sorrow today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry for not being to update my blog that frequently like I used to as I've been having a pretty tight schedule lately. Anyway I came across this poetry and I find it pretty meaningful so I would really like to share it with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of sorrow today&lt;br /&gt;The smiles of yesterdays have vanished&lt;br /&gt;The tears of millions can fill the oceans&lt;br /&gt;The walls and groans are loud enough&lt;br /&gt;To be heard in another planet&lt;br /&gt;Joy, where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;Laughter, where have you fled?&lt;br /&gt;Why must mankind suffer like this?&lt;br /&gt;Why must the world be full of sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature's angry because of man's evil deeds&lt;br /&gt;His evil knows no bounds, Bad karma is wrought&lt;br /&gt;So floods, earthquakes, fires and drought&lt;br /&gt;Occur almost every day somewhere in the world&lt;br /&gt;Like clockwork, killing countless innocents&lt;br /&gt;Destroying their homes and property&lt;br /&gt;While widespread epidemics and pestilence&lt;br /&gt;In the train of these natural disasters&lt;br /&gt;Punish those who survive - how horrid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sorrow is created form man to man&lt;br /&gt;Who asked him to be mad - mad for power?&lt;br /&gt;Who asked him to crave - crave for riches, sex?&lt;br /&gt;Who asked him to desire - desire for blood?&lt;br /&gt;Who asked him to be jealous - jealous for love?&lt;br /&gt;Madness for power leads to war&lt;br /&gt;Craving for riches, sex results in crime&lt;br /&gt;Desire for blood court certain death&lt;br /&gt;Jealous in love bring unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;renounce, detach, desire no more to do&lt;br /&gt;Evil, purify your thoughts and do&lt;br /&gt;Good, then the whole world will be full of joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goon Fatt Chee&lt;br /&gt;International poerty Vol.5. No.3 1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-8696337795837106623?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8696337795837106623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=8696337795837106623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/8696337795837106623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/8696337795837106623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/04/world-is-full-of-sorrow-today.html' title='The world is full of sorrow today'/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-7720437316814321734</id><published>2008-03-15T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T23:51:48.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive and forget?</title><content type='html'>Should I forgive and forget? I know that I shouldn't bear any grudges and let bygones be bygones. I know very well that a man shouldn't be so petty and like what others always says I am very petty. Its easier said than done. How can I bring myself to act like nothing has ever happened. How can I pat him on his shoulder like I once did. After what he had done to me, I've doubts trusting him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've forgiven him but I'll never forget what he did to me. Those memories will haunt me for the rest of my life I suppose. I don't deny the fact that I do miss the old times and long to crap with him like we used to but I'm sorry to say that I'm lack of the courage to take anymore risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that everyones thinks that it's a waste for us to end like this and they're trying their very best to help us. I sincerely thank them for that but I somehow think that it's pointless. What I meant was that since five years of friendship was put to a test and failed, will two more years of friendship make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I do miss the old times very much..&lt;br /&gt;but everything is over....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-7720437316814321734?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7720437316814321734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=7720437316814321734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7720437316814321734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7720437316814321734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/should-i-forgive-and-forget-i-know-that.html' title='Forgive and forget?'/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-5182772358090323596</id><published>2008-03-08T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T00:27:07.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The basketball court at Hougang cc have been repainted and repaired! I can't wait to try out the new hoops but sad to say the injuries on my wrist have yet to be healed. It's been about a month since I've stepped into the court. I bet my skills and stamina have deteriorate. Worse still it's been 2 months and my team mates and I have not come out with any interesting or inspiring names for our team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Sometimes I wonder what's the point of working so hard and getting hurt. Some people ask me that is working so hard and getting hurt for the sake of $5.50 per hour worth it? I don't know. Sometimes I have the urge of changing jobs but sometimes I just don't feel like leaving cartel. There's just simply too much memories in cartel for me to let go. I really do enjoy working in cartel if it weren't for those china girls who never fails to spoil my mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-5182772358090323596?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5182772358090323596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=5182772358090323596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/5182772358090323596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/5182772358090323596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/basketball-court-at-hougang-cc-have.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28584973.post-7863532573317356730</id><published>2008-03-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T18:48:29.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After browsing through twenty thousands different kinds of blogskins for consecutively 3 days, I've finally found one that caught my attention. I'll probably be using this skin for quite sometime till I can find something better than this skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught the show, Leap Years with Alvin and Rachel on Thursday. I do agree that some part of the show was indeed quite touching but I'm sorry to say that I did not shed a single tears throughout the whole movie. I guess maybe I was too busy helping myself with my popcorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really do wonder if such strong love do appear in reality like what they were shown in the movies. Wouldn't it be great to have such strong love for one another. I really do wish to believe that such strong love exist in reality but time and time again I was proven wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I don't know what had happened to me but my mood swings are really getting from bad to worse day by day. Does it got to do with my attitude or am I just craving for some attention. Though I'm always laughing and crapping with the people around me but yet I still feel that I'm so far apart from them. It seems like they've a bright future ahead of them while my future is a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being a part timer in cartel for like four months I've finally understood how important the role of a cashier is. I always thought that the duty of a cashier is only to key orders and receive payment and thats all but today I learn something new. I learn that a good cashier must also ensure that the other stations are not jam by their orders. Which means they don't just key in the customers order as they like. They got to ensure that the other stations are working perfectly fine before they can key in the customers order and not just bomb them with the orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought being assigned to S1 with Yu Jia was already worse enough but Samantha somehow make things worse by keying the orders none stop! After being a server for 4 months for the first time I wished that someone would take over me that instant. Argh. Lucky Wai Hong came to the rescue if not I can't imagine the consequence. I'll have my revenge on Samantha one day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28584973-7863532573317356730?l=me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7863532573317356730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28584973&amp;postID=7863532573317356730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7863532573317356730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28584973/posts/default/7863532573317356730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://me-n-onli-me.blogspot.com/2008/03/after-browsing-through-twenty-thousands.html' title=''/><author><name>N.i.c</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/49/46/8166494/7736716659618m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
