<?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-2588779480247259604</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:14:54.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whisk me away to a land where the stars come alive.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-2241973710125914957</id><published>2008-08-17T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:19:28.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>without a doubt.</title><content type='html'>i just want you to know baby, that even if the whole world was against you, i'll be by your side, as long as you don't push me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep is the mind's salve, rest well my dear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-2241973710125914957?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/2241973710125914957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/2241973710125914957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/08/without-doubt.html' title='without a doubt.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-5346142196343772456</id><published>2008-08-13T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:13:10.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing testing.</title><content type='html'>hello! today is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the 12th of august&lt;/span&gt; and the year is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;. i feel &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;happy but lonely&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; meals today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i do? in the morning, i made my way to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; via &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mrt and bus&lt;/span&gt; and attended &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my classes&lt;/span&gt;. i was wearing a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;white polo with a checkered vest and black jeans&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;templated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should trust in god more. he'll work things out. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-5346142196343772456?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/5346142196343772456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/5346142196343772456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/08/testing-testing.html' title='testing testing.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-8447257968170448866</id><published>2008-08-11T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:57:38.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sundae!</title><content type='html'>woke up at 11 yesterday and realised, damn, church is at 1115. bro and me scuffles into our clothes and rushes out of the house. after mass ended we both realised that we're meeting people at city link. hop on bus number 10 and jet off to town. rain starts pouring down and eventually when we reached the bus stop, we got wet just by dashing across a 30 cm long wide gap between bus and bus stop shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met rong at around 1230ish(?) at esplanade library. she was with her bro and he promptly made an excuse to go home after i arrived. sent him off at the bus stop though. the weather was so nice for chilling in the library, and i wish we had a hot cup of chai and nice leather seats. rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to carls jnr after much discussion for my lunch. helped rong with her math! omg. i still can do math after all these months of brain rotting. got a few i wasn't sure of, but more or less knew how to do the rest. hope she manages to get it in her system. she's quite a fast learner! just hope she's a good retainer. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, we got tired and walked around suntec for a while, bought some necessities, rushed to raffles city, had mushroom stroganoff from soup spoon, had ruby chai at canele. (never knew tea without milk would taste and smell so nice!) by the time we were done, it was 6, and her parents wanted to meet her for dinner. promptly kissed my dear good bye and went off to the bus stop. sigh. basically, that was the end of my sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back home and watched batman begins. it's nice and kinda cool to watch even after you watched the dark knight first. bummed around online for a while, talked to rong when she FINALLY got back, then went to bed. no school tmr. but it sucks that rong has to work. wasted day! rah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing her like crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-8447257968170448866?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/8447257968170448866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/8447257968170448866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/08/sundae.html' title='sundae!'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-2780665804887287878</id><published>2008-08-10T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T02:17:45.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>hello! today is the of and the year is . i feel happy,sad,angry,frustrated,horny,pissed off,lonely,ecstatic,other today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had one,two,three,four,five meals today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i do? in the morning, i made my way to school,geylang,kopitiam,macdonalds,starbucks,church, via mrt,bus,car,bicycle,scooter,my skanky girlfriend's place,cab, and attended . i was wearing a khakis black white red orange cyan blue robin's egg yellow hot pink dusty pink green orange ochre stripey shirt top singlet brassiere tuxedo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE IS EASIER ALREADY! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a brilliant weekend, lots of food and love. :D school's pretty alright, but i always say that in the first week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-2780665804887287878?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/2780665804887287878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/2780665804887287878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/08/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-9028663788704428334</id><published>2008-08-05T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T11:44:40.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unconditional.</title><content type='html'>that post makes it sound like she was trying to get rid of me since the start. just that i've been holding on like a parasite clawing for life. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she thinks i can go to school and enjoy myself... she's so damn wrong. hell, i don't even feel like going to school already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-9028663788704428334?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/9028663788704428334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/9028663788704428334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/08/unconditional.html' title='unconditional.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-1692947968012961517</id><published>2008-08-04T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:24:22.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roller coaster.</title><content type='html'>up, down, up, down, up, down.&lt;br /&gt;OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-1692947968012961517?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/1692947968012961517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/1692947968012961517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/08/roller-coaster.html' title='roller coaster.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-125274406854637756</id><published>2008-08-04T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:59:12.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school's in!</title><content type='html'>bleh. sitting down in adm library with my laptop. it feels pretty weird. school's started but i still feel like it hasn't. wish i could be somewhere else though, with somebody. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subject registration woes as with every semester. *pulls hair out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, another semester to try to improve. yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-125274406854637756?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/125274406854637756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/125274406854637756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/08/schools-in.html' title='school&apos;s in!'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-6612372043940389901</id><published>2008-07-27T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:16:44.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scorpio?</title><content type='html'>Scorpios are loyal, resourceful, observant, dynamic and PASSIONATE. aaron once told me, do you know you're so unlike your star sign. like, nothing like your star sign. yeah... i don't know why. funny how more than 1 person think the exact same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt? perhaps. but really, i think that people need to be reminded some time, comfort zones are hellish traps that everyone is susceptible to. after all, we're only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i went down to sim lim after church today. got my laptop adaptor changed. problem seems solved so far. was even able to get online while on number 12 with nokia wifi. pretty cool. surprised rong on googletalk and she surprised me even more after. her dad's 50th birthday today! anyways, they'll be having dinner tonight so i can't see my darling. so upsetting. well... i guess there's always tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss her so damn much now. grrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-6612372043940389901?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/6612372043940389901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/6612372043940389901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/07/scorpio.html' title='scorpio?'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-7839251490449358418</id><published>2008-07-24T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:38:49.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYP. ugh...</title><content type='html'>"Diagnostic tool for cancer detection. Effect of transition metal ions"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer is globally ranked as the second top killer disease, and is the number one killer disease in Singapore. Tumor cells produce polyamines and/or proteins specific to the tumor cells, which are present in excess quantity in the body fluids, such as blood serum and urine, of cancer patients. Hence detecting these biomarkers in the body fluids would potentially improve cancer screening, diagnosis and treatment. In this project, the candidate will identify the materials system (transition metal ions and reagents) that can selectively bind with urine components and proteins specific to cancer in the urine. The objective of this project is to develop a procedure which is able to extract the protein from the urine for amino acid sequence analysis, thus identifying the biomarkers themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds like a mountain of research work to be done, well at least i don't have to struggle with formulae or algorithms, or get stuck in the school lab cultivating cells. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-7839251490449358418?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/7839251490449358418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/7839251490449358418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/07/fyp-ugh.html' title='FYP. ugh...'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-3204563415394242033</id><published>2008-07-19T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:20:46.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy saturdays</title><content type='html'>can't wait for dinner tonight! rong went to mimolette last night with her friend, met with celine and co. somehow, i managed to be at ease with letting her go alone. seems like she had fun. oh well that's a good thing. i got stuck on the road for 1hr cause i missed an exit, which was why i was late when i came to pick her. so embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school looms nearer and nearer. soon it'll be 4th aug and i'll be shuttling to school. boring. i wish the holidays would never end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-3204563415394242033?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/3204563415394242033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/3204563415394242033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/07/lazy-saturdays.html' title='lazy saturdays'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-1904385467457631912</id><published>2008-07-12T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T13:21:56.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update: july</title><content type='html'>most recently, went along with rong and her mom to sim lim and helped her get her long awaited ram upgrade. (i didn't know lappie's came with 200mb ram only! *sarcasm*) anyways, i'm glad that now she can finally do work without the com having to restart and stuff. will be a great time saver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another tone, we've not seen each other much since last thurs, rah. i guess we gotta get used to it sooner or later. anyhow, i can't wait for next week. hee hee. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-1904385467457631912?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/1904385467457631912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/1904385467457631912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/07/update-july.html' title='update: july'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-5402821690363769356</id><published>2008-07-02T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:10:27.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>different? ... not that very much it seems.</title><content type='html'>we came from 2 different worlds,&lt;br /&gt;trance is your poison,&lt;br /&gt;hip hop is mine.&lt;br /&gt;clubbing, drinking, meeting friends the things you love.&lt;br /&gt;for me, i've just grown out of that stage.&lt;br /&gt;seems like there is no common grounds we stand on,&lt;br /&gt;no interests we share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is there...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laksa, nasi lemak, hong kong cafe and dumplings,&lt;br /&gt;lazing around on off days,&lt;br /&gt;i like that.&lt;br /&gt;walking around endless streets with you,&lt;br /&gt;catching movies we both want to see,&lt;br /&gt;i like that.&lt;br /&gt;travelling the world with nothing more than each other's company,&lt;br /&gt;sharing a bottle of bubbly between us 2,&lt;br /&gt;i like that.&lt;br /&gt;enjoying each other's warmth in bed,&lt;br /&gt;dancing around in each other's arms,&lt;br /&gt;i like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many more that i cannot list, by the pure fact that there is too many.&lt;br /&gt;the truth somehow comes upon me, that we are not that different after all.&lt;br /&gt;recent times have not allowed us these graces,&lt;br /&gt;but it has not forbid the future to allow them.&lt;br /&gt;doubt grows ever in our minds, if we not but see past the nagging seeds,&lt;br /&gt;that we may finally open our hearts and minds to what is there before us,&lt;br /&gt;simple and true, a common factor that links us both together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-5402821690363769356?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/5402821690363769356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/5402821690363769356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/07/different-not-that-very-much-it-seems.html' title='different? ... not that very much it seems.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-8206704046414030864</id><published>2008-07-01T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:27:35.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back!</title><content type='html'>yep, been a while hasn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most recently, i've had the best trip of my life to the distant lands of taiwan and hong kong. i realise that it's not so much as to what the destination offered, seeing as how i've been to both those locations before. it was actually more of the fact that i had alongside, the best company i could ever want. thanks darling, for the most enjoyable trip ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first 2 days were spent in taiwan, land of bubble tea, dumplings and trendy fashion. we found the most excellent dumpling shop ever there in ximen ting, plus huge bubble teas with half the cup full of pearls. it was awesome. managed to even wander down to central area to the more classy shopping centres. we didn't spend much in taiwan though, the clothes were a little expensive for what we thought they were worth. also, we traversed to shilin night market but we only went to the food side, apparently the shopping was on the other side... but well, we WERE kinda too tired to walk further so we wouldnt have gone on either way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, hong kong! we did most of the shopping here. hnm, uniqlo, i.t and all the quaint shopping arcades hidden from view. we made a big killing here. also managed to get lao po bing for rong's relatives. anyways, the sushi in hong kong is damn nice! the sashimi slices were huge, and they are cheap compared to singapore. had ben and jerry's on the last night as well... sigh i miss the place so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really missed the good times we spent overseas. well... the good thing is we know that there will be more chances like these. so... don't be too sad dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-8206704046414030864?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/8206704046414030864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/8206704046414030864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/07/back.html' title='back!'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-4933044547080987121</id><published>2008-06-09T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T01:41:02.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>necessity.</title><content type='html'>never would i imagine how complex cultures could be, and that's why i failed miserably. ignorance. the price of it is just too high. anyhow, i need to learn more, before i make a fool out of myself again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-4933044547080987121?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/4933044547080987121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/4933044547080987121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/06/necessity.html' title='necessity.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-1077874448659194342</id><published>2008-06-06T09:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:51:35.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Yours.</title><content type='html'>I'm Yours by Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you done done me and you bet I felt it&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be chill but you’re so hot that I melted&lt;br /&gt;I fell right through the cracks&lt;br /&gt;and now I’m trying to get back&lt;br /&gt;Before the cool done run out&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be giving it my bestest&lt;br /&gt;Nothing’s going to stop me but divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;I reckon it’s again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I’m yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you’re free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you’ll find love love love&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music of the moment maybe sing with me&lt;br /&gt;A la peaceful melody&lt;br /&gt;It’s your God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won’t hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait I’m sure&lt;br /&gt;There’s no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;Our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I’m yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer&lt;br /&gt;My breath fogged up the glass&lt;br /&gt;And so I drew a new face and laughed&lt;br /&gt;I guess what i’ma saying is there ain’t no better reason&lt;br /&gt;To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons&lt;br /&gt;It’s what we aim to do&lt;br /&gt;Our name is our virtue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait I’m sure&lt;br /&gt;No need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;Our time is short&lt;br /&gt;It can not wait, I’m yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well no no, well open up your mind and see like me&lt;br /&gt;Open up your plans and damn you’re free&lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and you’ll find love love love love&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me&lt;br /&gt;A la one big family (2nd time: A la happy family; 3rd time: A la peaceful melody)&lt;br /&gt;It’s your God-forsaken right to be loved love love love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t hesitate no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait, I’m sure&lt;br /&gt;There’s no need to complicate&lt;br /&gt;Our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I’m yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No please, don’t complicate&lt;br /&gt;Our time is short&lt;br /&gt;This is our fate, I’m yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No please, don’t hesitate&lt;br /&gt;no more, no more&lt;br /&gt;It cannot wait&lt;br /&gt;The sky is your’s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff' Said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/TG3l47vhU2/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/TG3l47vhU2/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMIX (chipmunk LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/KGb0G9NHiT/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/KGb0G9NHiT/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMIX2 (2Pac. Pretty Damn Good!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/kUDj83XAAj/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/kUDj83XAAj/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&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/2588779480247259604-1077874448659194342?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/1077874448659194342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/1077874448659194342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-yours.html' title='I&apos;m Yours.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-1227314620507152495</id><published>2008-06-05T09:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T09:25:58.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unpredictable.</title><content type='html'>when the unpredictable happens... what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i feel a little lost, then i do what comes to mind. the first thing that comes to mind. i rush, i wait and i pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never been a model catholic, nor a pious, devoted one. i try to make my weekly mass. but there are times when i skipped them due to my own laziness. but i know that god will forgive me. for all the sins i've done, for all the sins that i might do. i do believe i'm god-fearing, i believe in divine intervention, as well as divine retribution. which is why, in time of need i pray. this is a bad habit though, but it's human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the restoration of a dream, it is done... but i have to keep it done. cause i just know i want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-1227314620507152495?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/1227314620507152495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/1227314620507152495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/06/unpredictable.html' title='unpredictable.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-2100106017644333774</id><published>2008-06-02T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:47:21.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over you.</title><content type='html'>No significance, my love life is as perfect as it can be right now. Just another nice song i got down to actually looking up on imeem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over you by Daughtry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's all said and done,&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you were the one&lt;br /&gt;To build me up and tear me down,&lt;br /&gt;Like an old abandoned house.&lt;br /&gt;What you said when you left&lt;br /&gt;Just left me cold and out of breath.&lt;br /&gt;I fell too far, was in way too deep.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I let you get the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;br /&gt;I should've started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting closure.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's really over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting better.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,&lt;br /&gt;I got over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took a hammer to these walls,&lt;br /&gt;Dragged the memories down the hall,&lt;br /&gt;Packed your bags and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I could say.&lt;br /&gt;And when you slammed the front door shut,&lt;br /&gt;A lot of others opened up,&lt;br /&gt;So did my eyes so I could see&lt;br /&gt;That you never were the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;br /&gt;I should've started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting closure.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's really over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting better.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,&lt;br /&gt;I got over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;br /&gt;I should've started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never saw it coming.&lt;br /&gt;I should've started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting closure.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's really over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting better.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm picking up the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm putting my heart back together,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I got over you.&lt;br /&gt;Well I got over you.&lt;br /&gt;I got over you.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the day I thought I'd never get through,&lt;br /&gt;I got over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/mDw0I5YqZB/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/mDw0I5YqZB/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&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/2588779480247259604-2100106017644333774?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/2100106017644333774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/2100106017644333774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/06/over-you.html' title='Over you.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-6038526557957359571</id><published>2008-06-02T14:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:48:25.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>check list... check!</title><content type='html'>another week, another item on the check list that i can tick off! hopefully the full list gets done before july/aug. sigh. i've always been saying i can't wait for this, i can't wait for that. but i know aug is one month i don't want to come ever. things will be alright. that's what i'd like to tell myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... i realise i'm quite contented with life at present. i don't feel the need to get to know people anymore, one is plenty enough, good friends which have stuck through thick and thin and family are definitely bonuses. i am quite happy to be experiencing school life after 6 months of work life. (treasuring what's left of my final year.) i do think the only thing i need is a job to fund me. i have things to save up for, and 450 a month allowance ain't gonna be enough... i think i'm growing older. (and more lazy in my comfort zone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways here's a nice song for everyone, sorry no lyrics this time though. go look for it yourselves. SPG SONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/LJaEvFr8uw/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/LJaEvFr8uw/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&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/2588779480247259604-6038526557957359571?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/6038526557957359571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/6038526557957359571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/06/check-list-check.html' title='check list... check!'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-6799089169869582035</id><published>2008-05-27T09:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:30:46.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just don't like it.</title><content type='html'>there's no such thing as a free lunch, especially with a bunch of oestrogen starved ns boys that just got out of servitude to the nation. i've been there so i know exactly what they're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like i need to start earning more money. i don't think i have quite enough to indulge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-6799089169869582035?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/6799089169869582035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/6799089169869582035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-dont-like-it.html' title='just don&apos;t like it.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-5728968074830739052</id><published>2008-05-26T09:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T09:37:56.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy daze.</title><content type='html'>sundays were always meant to be lazy. taking things at your own pace, recovering sanity over the long hectic week, spend time with loved one(s), etc... i'm so glad i found someone that feels the same way as me on a sunday. i think alot of people tend to keep their sundays absolutely packed with things they like to do, like shopping, watching movies, going to the zoo, going furniture shopping... but really, what's the point in keeping your day so filled and busy? oh well, i realise i need to treasure these lazy sundays more. (more importantly... treasure the person i wanna spend all my lazy sundays with. hee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more serious note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like it when you ask a person a question and he tells you that he needs to go halfway, then he makes the decision himself and puts the plan into action with everyone else other than me. and by the time i realised that the plan is in action... is when the other people are almost executing it. absolutely no warning. anyways... i'm done being understanding... too damn hard when people obviously haven't put themselves in your own shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks till IA ends. omg omg omg omg, i don't know what to do really... can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-5728968074830739052?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/5728968074830739052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/5728968074830739052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/05/lazy-daze.html' title='lazy daze.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-3422829240859298530</id><published>2008-05-20T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:59:22.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unappreciated.</title><content type='html'>i know the feeling all too well really, that's why i don't blame you for feeling that way darling. personally, i just want to be appreciated by people that matter to me, which right now... isn't many much. just you, mom and maybe my bro. it's so damn hard to live up to other people's expectations and you always end up going against your own. oh well... maybe we just need time for the dust to settle... so hang in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel severely disabled without my own computer, msn emails stacks up to 100ish while i'm away... don't get the chance to IM much with rong as well. sucks. we've had such a fun week though, checked out Ikea on Sunday, had ice cream and lovely apple crumble at rong's place yesterday. MOVIE TONIGHT! wheee. don't know wat to watch though, $6.50 tuesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to see you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-3422829240859298530?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/3422829240859298530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/3422829240859298530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/05/unappreciated.html' title='unappreciated.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-6646487141915998194</id><published>2008-05-14T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T11:38:14.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Hero.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="365" height="340"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.rocketxl.com/gh3/gh3widget.swf" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt; &lt;embed width="365" height="340" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.rocketxl.com/gh3/gh3widget.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG HAX. ADDIXION.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-6646487141915998194?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/6646487141915998194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/6646487141915998194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/05/guitar-hero.html' title='Guitar Hero.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-354597689183235589</id><published>2008-05-12T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:43:18.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the weekend that flew by.</title><content type='html'>friday: lovely. i enjoyed every second of being with you. people that want to know what happened can check out &lt;a href="http://rongrongchen.blogspot.com"&gt;rong's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday: spent the night rushing around orchard looking for pressies. mother's day, rong's parent's anni presents, esther's farewell present. this month just seems so jammed packed with special occasions. anyway i got mom something this year. Jamie Oliver's new cookbook! i especially loved how mom reacted to it, "That had better not be a video tape, what a waste of money... (mid speech) OH! Jamie... I LIKE!" hahaha. my mom can be so cute sometimes. anyway back to saturday, we had dinner at the katsu place behind taka, romankan something. not too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday: went church as per norm, had lunch at fei fei wonton mee! we ordered fried wonton and a bowl of yong tau foo. was good! i need to bring rong here soon! happened to see kueh salat at Kim Zhu beside fei fei, immediately thought of someone. of course i ended up buying 2 packets of kueh salat and 6 dumplings for rong's family. took bus 24 down after dad dropped me off at paya lebar. spent the entire day at rong's, doing my stupid IA report. RAH. my computers just had to die on me at such a dire time. and i don't think they will be replaced anytime soon. no $$$. sigh. anyhow, we had dinner at cafe cartel at gardens, it was horrible, service was extremely bad, food portions were unsatifactory, argh, we should have gone to astons just down the road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend flew by, and now i'm back in the office, finishing the last touches to my report before it gets sent for review. i wish i had more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-354597689183235589?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/354597689183235589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/354597689183235589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekend-that-flew-by.html' title='the weekend that flew by.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-1757669840692950567</id><published>2008-05-09T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:29:18.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mama's boy</title><content type='html'>cut my hair yesterday with rong at color bar, really short compared to what people have been seeing since 5 months ago. rong commented, you look like a mama's boy now. lol. anyhow, it's much cooler now and i don't feel as hot, esp when i stand under the sun. (yes, the bus stop i wait at in the morning is right in the sun.) quite pleased with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis sent me a facebook msg about our skin condition, apparently, it's hereditary, Keratosis Pilairis. http://www.helpforkp.com/keratosis_pilaris_tips_index.html and all this while i've been using normal strength soap on my arms. hard scrubbing obviously doesn't help too. anyway it's funny how dad and mom doesn't have the condition at all, i think it's a recessive gene from someone else in the family, should be mom's side. BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really hoping i can get the car tonight, i really want to go to cafe del mar. *crosses fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-1757669840692950567?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/1757669840692950567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/1757669840692950567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/05/mamas-boy.html' title='mama&apos;s boy'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-6010720834006405076</id><published>2008-05-06T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T12:19:05.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i loled in RL.</title><content type='html'>i don't know why some people are so bent on trying to get me to account for something so simple as following my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'you caused all the changes, so you should pay for everything.' oh really? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'you made plans without telling us, now we're making plans without telling you.' oh alright, so if i make a mistake, it's ok for you to make the same mistake blatantly and ignore the fact that you gave me shit for doing it in the first place, fair huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made changes to the initial plan yes, but i made sure that everything on your side stayed the same as before (i.e, both have a bed ea). now, you make changes, and you expect me to pay for YOUR change. i already paid for MY change, in what way is that fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this simple problem could be resolved without wasting any extra fees on something that could be settled just by a little manpower allocation. such a huge waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, enough about that. my baby's having some backache of late, i'm so gonna try to give her a good massage. will have to plan for that. even though things go up and down sometimes, but it seems that we've more or less stabilised a bit. we're definitely getting to understand each other more and more each day. i can't wait to see her again! we've got plans to keep! night safari, ikea, jap food, watermelon ice cream, ... the list goes on. I LOVE YOU RONG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-6010720834006405076?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/6010720834006405076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/6010720834006405076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-loled-in-rl.html' title='i loled in RL.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-1716560552492655093</id><published>2008-05-03T04:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T04:49:09.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>always be my baby</title><content type='html'>Always be my Baby by David Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were as one babe&lt;br /&gt;For a moment in time&lt;br /&gt;And it seemed everlasting&lt;br /&gt;That you would always be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you want to be free&lt;br /&gt;So I'm letting you fly&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know in my heart babe&lt;br /&gt;Our love will never die&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm a part of you indefinitely&lt;br /&gt;Girl don't you know you can't escape me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;And we'll linger on&lt;br /&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;br /&gt;No way you're never gonna shake me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna cry no&lt;br /&gt;And I won't beg you to stay&lt;br /&gt;If you're determined to leave girl&lt;br /&gt;I will not stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;But inevitably you'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Cause ya know in your heart babe&lt;br /&gt;Our love will never end no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm part of you indefinitely&lt;br /&gt;Girl don't you know you can't escape me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;And we'll linger on&lt;br /&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;br /&gt;No way you're never gonna shake me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you'll be back girl&lt;br /&gt;When your days and your nights get a little bit colder oooohhh&lt;br /&gt;I know that, you'll be right back, babe&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh! baby believe me it's only a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be apart of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm part of you indefinitely&lt;br /&gt;Girl don't you know you can't escape me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;And we'll linger on&lt;br /&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;br /&gt;No way you're never gonna shake me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my my baby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be apart of me (you will always be)&lt;br /&gt;I'm part of you indefinitely&lt;br /&gt;Girl don't you know you can't escape me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;And we'll linger on (we will linger on....)&lt;br /&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;br /&gt;No way you're never gonna shake me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/N_oFK9QpbL/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/N_oFK9QpbL/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song was playing when i got off the car at mimolette, and then again when i got off the car at home. subtle hint perhaps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-1716560552492655093?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/1716560552492655093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/1716560552492655093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/05/always-be-my-baby.html' title='always be my baby'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-7760109125814724752</id><published>2008-05-02T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:13:49.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not that kinda man.</title><content type='html'>right now, it feels as if i'm suffocating, it feels like some force is pressing down on my chest. i know that it's hard to believe whatever i say, but that's all i've got. i never once lied to you. and in this instance, i am not even given a chance to explain myself before being damned to the deepest level of hell. i feel maligned, but i understand where you're coming from. how can you put faith in something which once caused you such an immense pain in the past. i don't have an absolute answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know one thing, is that i love only you. i anxiously wait for you to discover that i'm not that kinda man. i am hopeful and i will pray fervently to god, that he might help give me strength. please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that i woke up right now, and realised that all this is just a nightmare. i really do. f*ck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-7760109125814724752?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-4329251260235810533?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/4329251260235810533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/4329251260235810533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/05/crazy-little-thing.html' title='crazy little thing'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-88877065456522377</id><published>2008-04-29T16:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T16:55:41.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, and i love pobs.</title><content type='html'>forgot to mention, i love pobs. (posh bobs) cause rong just got one done, and she looks damn good in it. women should believe me when i tell them that short hair looks good on them. (ok maybe not now, i couldn't care less about any other girl now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going gaga. *gurgle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-88877065456522377?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/88877065456522377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/88877065456522377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-and-i-love-pobs.html' title='oh, and i love pobs.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-2387913482151568307</id><published>2008-04-29T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T15:49:20.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to...</title><content type='html'>yes, i've been gone from the office in kaki bukit for a week plus now. just came back today, it actually feels like the first day of work. anyways, I GET TO GO ONLINE! whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, life outside of work has been good. we've had a few serious talks and got things off our chests. just the other day, rong commented, 'just 2 more weeks and it's going to be our second month.' it seems like just yesterday that we had our 1 month anni, and it's only 2 weeks to another? time flies so damn fast. somehow, i still wish time stopped, so that september never has to come. but i know that we have the whole eternity to try, for me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love feeling appreciated! :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-2387913482151568307?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/2387913482151568307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/2387913482151568307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-to.html' title='back to...'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-8306049066258473496</id><published>2008-04-23T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T16:57:42.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day.</title><content type='html'>wasted my mc on a day i have to stay home on. i'll just be stuffing my head in a pillow. good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-8306049066258473496?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/8306049066258473496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/8306049066258473496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/04/bad-day.html' title='bad day.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-3022796334146232938</id><published>2008-04-22T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:47:35.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate this feeling</title><content type='html'>ugh. *churn churn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-3022796334146232938?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/3022796334146232938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/3022796334146232938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/04/hate-this-feeling.html' title='hate this feeling'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-307474143026043205</id><published>2008-04-18T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T16:59:24.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love song</title><content type='html'>Love Song by Sara Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head underwater&lt;br /&gt;And you tell me to breathe easy for a while&lt;br /&gt;The breathing gets harder&lt;br /&gt;Even I know that&lt;br /&gt;Made room for me, it's too soon to see&lt;br /&gt;If I'm happy in your hands&lt;br /&gt;I'm unusually hard to hold onto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blank stares at blank pages&lt;br /&gt;No easy way to say this&lt;br /&gt;You mean well but you make this hard on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;Cause you asked for it cause you need one&lt;br /&gt;You see&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;Cause you tell me it's make or breakin' this if you're on your way&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you to stay&lt;br /&gt;If all you have is leaving I'ma need a better reason to write you a love song today&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned the hard way&lt;br /&gt;That they all say things you wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;My heavy heart sinks deep down under you&lt;br /&gt;And your twisted words&lt;br /&gt;Your help just hurts&lt;br /&gt;You are not what I thought you were&lt;br /&gt;Hello to high and dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convince me to please you&lt;br /&gt;Made me think that I need this too&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to let you hear me as I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;Cause you asked for it cause you need one&lt;br /&gt;You see&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;Cause you tell me it's make or breakin' this if you're on your way&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you to stay&lt;br /&gt;If all you have is leaving I'ma need a better reason to write you a love song today&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me that you'll leave the light on&lt;br /&gt;To help me see with daylight, my guide, gone&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe there's a way you can love me because I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;Cause you ask for it cause you need one&lt;br /&gt;You see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;Cause you asked for it cause you need one&lt;br /&gt;You see&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;Cause you tell me it's make or breakin' this if you're on your way&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you to stay&lt;br /&gt;If all you have is leaving I'ma need a better reason to write you a love song today&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your heart is nowhere in it I don't want it for a minute babe&lt;br /&gt;I would walk the seven seas when I believe that there's a reason to write you a love song today&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/l4y2m54Xrt/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/l4y2m54Xrt/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard it on the radio on the way home from fetching rong back, very catchy! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-307474143026043205?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/307474143026043205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/307474143026043205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-song.html' title='love song'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-2940492196990739640</id><published>2008-04-16T09:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T09:19:25.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but really...</title><content type='html'>what else can i do, but wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No One by Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me together&lt;br /&gt;Through the days and nights&lt;br /&gt;I don't worry cause&lt;br /&gt;Everythings gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;People keep talking&lt;br /&gt;They can say what they like&lt;br /&gt;But all I know is everything's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one no one no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one no one no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rain is pouring down&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is hurting&lt;br /&gt;You will always be around&lt;br /&gt;This I know for certain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me together&lt;br /&gt;Through the days and nights&lt;br /&gt;I don't worry cause&lt;br /&gt;Everythings gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;People keep talking&lt;br /&gt;They can say what they like&lt;br /&gt;But all I know is everything's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one no one no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one no one no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people search the world&lt;br /&gt;To find something like what we have&lt;br /&gt;I know people will try&lt;br /&gt;Try to divide&lt;br /&gt;Something so real&lt;br /&gt;So till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Im telling you that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one no one no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one no one no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's too early to tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/EDUI2virjU/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/EDUI2virjU/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-2940492196990739640?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/2940492196990739640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/2940492196990739640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/04/but-really.html' title='but really...'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-8024837824630176904</id><published>2008-04-15T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T12:01:06.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coming in on the month</title><content type='html'>damn it. blogger didnt post the original post and i lost the contents. so here's take 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, briefly going... "Loving isn't suppose to feel so hard." it feels good to experience this first hand instead of relying on other people's experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes so quickly though, but then again, we have all of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meow. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-8024837824630176904?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/8024837824630176904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/8024837824630176904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/04/coming-in-on-month.html' title='coming in on the month'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-1161716938115234517</id><published>2008-04-09T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T17:56:44.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omigawd.</title><content type='html'>oh noes. my gf thinks i'm some hottie that has tonnes of girls falling for me! if only it were true... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEZ KIDDING! i don't need anyone else cause i have you babe. so don't you go thinking about things that will never happen. and yes... this is a declaration. on another note, i wish time would just stop now. errr... wait... not while i'm at work... but you get the picture. later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-1161716938115234517?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/1161716938115234517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/1161716938115234517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/04/omigawd.html' title='omigawd.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-8365083895624449238</id><published>2008-04-04T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T16:37:35.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm.</title><content type='html'>If you love someone, Set her free...&lt;br /&gt;If she comes back, she's yours to be,&lt;br /&gt;If she doesn't, she'll never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: As if i'll just wait for things to happen... never ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-8365083895624449238?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/8365083895624449238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/8365083895624449238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmmm.html' title='hmmm.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-4971123798232725681</id><published>2008-04-02T11:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:30:22.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the same side of the moon.</title><content type='html'>how hard is it to find someone that thinks like you, that shares same tastes and who you grow more and more attached to, day after day? damn freaking hard i would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these past few weeks have been passing by at warp speed, making it seem like forever already. and everyday i still discover a little more about you that makes me love you even more. well, i guess you can say i never truly loved till i met you. don't let the music stop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-4971123798232725681?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/4971123798232725681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/4971123798232725681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-same-side-of-moon.html' title='on the same side of the moon.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-3874724523425300147</id><published>2008-03-31T12:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T13:16:28.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today.</title><content type='html'>here's a song from yester-year. from my defunkt childhood. making out in the desert seems fun though. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today by The Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the greatest&lt;br /&gt;Day I ve ever known&lt;br /&gt;Can't live for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's much too long&lt;br /&gt;I burn my eyes out&lt;br /&gt;Before I get out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted more&lt;br /&gt;Than life could ever grant&lt;br /&gt;Bored by the chore&lt;br /&gt;Of saving face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the greatest&lt;br /&gt;Day I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I might not have that long&lt;br /&gt;Ill tear my heart out&lt;br /&gt;Before I get out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink ribbon scars&lt;br /&gt;That never forget&lt;br /&gt;Ive tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;To cleanse these regrets&lt;br /&gt;My angel wings&lt;br /&gt;Were bruised and restrained&lt;br /&gt;My belly stings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is&lt;br /&gt;Today is&lt;br /&gt;Today is&lt;br /&gt;The greatest day&lt;br /&gt;That I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to turn you on&lt;br /&gt;I want to turn you round&lt;br /&gt;I want to turn you on&lt;br /&gt;I want to turn you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the greatest&lt;br /&gt;Today is the greatest day&lt;br /&gt;Today is the greatest day&lt;br /&gt;That I have ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Changed video to imeem, the desert thingy was in the mtv. soz folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/RGyV7CI2fJ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/RGyV7CI2fJ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&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/2588779480247259604-3874724523425300147?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/3874724523425300147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/3874724523425300147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/03/today.html' title='today.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-6028568318601196490</id><published>2008-03-27T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T10:53:21.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my teenage textbook.</title><content type='html'>happened to rediscover the 2 lovely books hiding on my bookshelf. (with the help of an angel *winks*) it's times like these that makes me feel so old. the movie was shown in cinemas in 1998... and cause i remember catching it then... means i watched it when i was in sec 2??? that's 10 years ago! anyways i'm now trying to get my hands on the vcd... if anyone knows where i can get it... PLEASE help k? meanwhile, youtube doesn't have the songs from the show, but thankfully i managed to find them on imeem. please click play to enjoy. highly recommended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No More Tears by Beverly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it so amazing&lt;br /&gt;How seventeen can be&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it so exciting&lt;br /&gt;Just like promises novel seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colourful pictures on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Always waiting for the telephone call&lt;br /&gt;A cry in the dark&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart&lt;br /&gt;The first time kiss&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m finally leaving&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to fear&lt;br /&gt;Someone to believe in&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen it all so clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s more than a disturbance&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on and on and on oh yeah ~&lt;br /&gt;This time I finally give in&lt;br /&gt;No more tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t just a wonder&lt;br /&gt;How life sometimes turns out&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t it be so perfect&lt;br /&gt;If promise comes without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colourful pictures on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Always waiting for the telephone call&lt;br /&gt;A cry in the dark&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart&lt;br /&gt;The first-time kiss&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally live in&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to fear&lt;br /&gt;There’s someone to believe in&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen all so clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s more than a disturbance&lt;br /&gt;It’s goes on and on and on and on oh yeah ~&lt;br /&gt;This time I finally give in&lt;br /&gt;No more tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m finally leaving&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to fear&lt;br /&gt;Someone to believe in&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen it all so clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I am giving in&lt;br /&gt;Giving it to all God&lt;br /&gt;What a little mistake&lt;br /&gt;Promises…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s more than a disturbance&lt;br /&gt;It’s goes on and on and on and on oh yeah ~&lt;br /&gt;This time I finally give in&lt;br /&gt;No more tears&lt;br /&gt;No more tears&lt;br /&gt;No more tears…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I give&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I give&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve got&lt;br /&gt;What I take each day as it comes&lt;br /&gt;What I give&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I want …….fading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/BB-7hYs0AW/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/BB-7hYs0AW/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Special Angel by Ger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took for granted of those days&lt;br /&gt;Thinking nothin' gonna happen in my way&lt;br /&gt;Know I'm wrong and I regret&lt;br /&gt;For the things I did and things I've said&lt;br /&gt;Come back to my life once more&lt;br /&gt;So my aching heart won't hurt no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my special angel, show me the way&lt;br /&gt;It's just that there is no one who can&lt;br /&gt;Ever take your place&lt;br /&gt;So bring me back the days before&lt;br /&gt;There is so many things&lt;br /&gt;You have to learn from us all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I questioned why you left that day&lt;br /&gt;Didn't say goodbye and left your way&lt;br /&gt;A wave is only what you gave&lt;br /&gt;The image will never fade away&lt;br /&gt;I memorized the things you've said&lt;br /&gt;And I'll carry it on until I'm dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my special angel&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way&lt;br /&gt;Those children needs your lovin'&lt;br /&gt;In each and every way&lt;br /&gt;All I want is only you&lt;br /&gt;Take me now take me far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hangin' on forever&lt;br /&gt;Shattered dreams go broken&lt;br /&gt;In all through their lives&lt;br /&gt;Words you always said before&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now that you'll leave no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my special angel&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way&lt;br /&gt;It's just that there is no one who can&lt;br /&gt;Ever take your place&lt;br /&gt;Words you always said before&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now, that you'll leave no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that you're the one&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/D4L7wGr8mG/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/D4L7wGr8mG/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&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/2588779480247259604-6028568318601196490?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/6028568318601196490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/6028568318601196490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-teenage-textbook.html' title='my teenage textbook.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-4965850594622928448</id><published>2008-03-25T08:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T09:08:52.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurdles.</title><content type='html'>they seem to come up to you when you least expect it, catching you by surprise. one moment you are settling into the comfort of habit, next moment you're sprawled all over the floor, in bits and pieces even. wouldn't be much of a problem if you saw it coming from miles away now would it? so how now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't refute the fact that these 'surprises' can cause major upsets at times, the feeling of helplessness, the crushing of dreams, the crashing of your world. but through these, you will only become stronger. 'trial by fire' or the simple idea of metal ore going through the unbearable heat of a kiln, to become the precious metal it is potentially expected to become. i even dare say that god plans these things. i remember watching evan almighty, "Let me ask you something. If someone prays for patience, you think God gives them patience? Or does he give them the opportunity to be patient? If he prayed for courage, does God give him courage, or does he give him opportunities to be courageous? If someone prayed for the family to be closer, do you think God zaps them with warm fuzzy feelings, or does he give them opportunities to love each other?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mysterious how the world works, but with these thoughts in my head, i can now safely tread into the unknown and face life with a renewed vigor. we'll get through this baby, i swear, trust me ok? x3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-4965850594622928448?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/4965850594622928448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/4965850594622928448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/03/hurdles.html' title='hurdles.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-2639568988825957482</id><published>2008-03-24T02:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:41:52.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and Stare.</title><content type='html'>Stop and stare by one republic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This town is colder now&lt;br /&gt;I think it's sick of us&lt;br /&gt;It's time to make our move&lt;br /&gt;I'm shakin' off the rust&lt;br /&gt;I've got my heart set &lt;br /&gt;on anywhere but here&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring down myself, counting up the years&lt;br /&gt;Steady hands just take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Every glance is killing me&lt;br /&gt;Time to make one last appeal for the life I lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm moving, but I go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared&lt;br /&gt;But I've become what I can't be&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;You start to wonder why you're here not there&lt;br /&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair&lt;br /&gt;But fair ain't what you really need&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can you see what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're tryin' to come back, all my senses push&lt;br /&gt;Untie the weight bags I never thought I could&lt;br /&gt;Steady feet don't fail me now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a run till you can't walk&lt;br /&gt;But something pulls my focus out, and I'm standing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know that everyone get scared&lt;br /&gt;But I've become what I can't be&lt;br /&gt;Whoa!!!&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;You start to wonder why you're here not there&lt;br /&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair&lt;br /&gt;But fair ain't what you really need&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you don't need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know that everyone get scared&lt;br /&gt;I've become what I can't be&lt;br /&gt;Oh, do you see what I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/7OjUdaO16l/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/7OjUdaO16l/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"FlashVars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&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/2588779480247259604-2639568988825957482?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/2639568988825957482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/2639568988825957482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/03/stop-and-stare.html' title='Stop and Stare.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-3499230665700590050</id><published>2008-03-19T01:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T02:15:57.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the irony of it all.</title><content type='html'>2 years, and i find myself here again. the irony of it all. strangely coincidental. mark this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited that i can't fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i found the freaking song! built to last by melee. i believe in providence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-3499230665700590050?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/3499230665700590050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/3499230665700590050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/03/irony-of-it-all.html' title='the irony of it all.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-1533150262227400028</id><published>2008-03-15T12:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:49:16.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the reason why i'm so poor.</title><content type='html'>friday: notified last minute to go for the roots concert @ the esplanade, really wished i was told in advance. either way i met the girl that aaron was seeing, turns out i met her before. it's damn freaky how the world is so connected. anyhow the concert was really good! we had front row seats but being a concert people just happily came to the front after the band started. some fucking malay dude just happily stationed himself right in front of me... the worse part is he fucking stole the drumstick the mad drummer threw to us. arsehole. after the concert we head down to mimolette again... had 2 bottles of champagne while standing by the dance floor. and as usual i hate the crowd... josh left halfway due to family stuff and the rest of us stayed till drinks were done. after which... we headed down to thompson for prata. yes i had my first prata bomb. i hate it when they say, 'are you even singaporean? you've never done (insert activity)?' it's not like i'm the most happening person around and i stay at home alot... also i'm not the most adventurous person around... oh well. just ignore it i guess. anyhow i cabbed back after that. sigh. *$$$ flies off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/thermoplastique/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/thermoplastique/DSC00003.jpg" border="0" alt="the roots! DRUMMA!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAD DRUMMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday: headed down to aaron's place at 4pm for tennis. he called at 3pm and i had to take a cab down. traffic jam on pie. *more $$$ flies off* we only had an hour of play time and most of it was spent learning how to hit properly. quite useful! anyway we headed down to a vietnamese restaurant for dinner. after dinner we decided it'll be movie night so we went to awfully chocolate to get a cake and video-ez for movies. we got ratatouille, take the lead and another show which i can't remember. in the end we only finished the first 2, after which i went home. luckily dad came after my inexcessant mumbling. or i'd be even poorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday: which is today, went to town with my bro. we each got a pair of shorts and shoes. both from revoltage and lacoste respectively. the salegirl at revoltage was kinda cute so i asked her for her name, nicole, i really like that name. anyhow that was all i asked. after burning a large hole in my pocket we decided it was best to leave orchard before we decided to get more stuff. and so now i'm home and rotting in front of my com. damages done for today sums up to about 160+ SGD. SIGH. anyways gonna post pics of my new shorts. i really like them alot, but i need to get some tops to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/thermoplastique/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/thermoplastique/DSC00013.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/thermoplastique/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/thermoplastique/DSC00011.jpg" border="0" alt="fat arse, nice berms"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/thermoplastique/?action=view&amp;current=sneakers.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/thermoplastique/sneakers.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn nice huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-1533150262227400028?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/1533150262227400028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/1533150262227400028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/03/reason-why-im-so-poor.html' title='the reason why i&apos;m so poor.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-8873184422201230782</id><published>2008-03-12T13:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T13:47:25.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't cry.</title><content type='html'>old skool yo. just suddenly youtubed it yesterday. omigod bring back the music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Cry by Guns N' Roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me softly&lt;br /&gt;There is something in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't hang your head in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And please don't cry&lt;br /&gt;I know how you feel inside I've&lt;br /&gt;I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;Somethin is changin' inside you&lt;br /&gt;And don't you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;I still love you baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;There's a heaven above you baby&lt;br /&gt;And don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a whisper&lt;br /&gt;And give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;Give me a kiss before you&lt;br /&gt;tell me goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Don't you take it so hard now&lt;br /&gt;And please don't take it so bad&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be thinkin' of you&lt;br /&gt;And the times we had...baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;There's a heaven above you baby&lt;br /&gt;And don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please remember that I never lied&lt;br /&gt;And please remember&lt;br /&gt;how I felt inside now honey&lt;br /&gt;You gotta make it your own way&lt;br /&gt;But you'll be alright now sugar&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel better tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Come the morning light now baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;And don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;And don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;There's a heaven above you baby&lt;br /&gt;And don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry tonight&lt;br /&gt;Baby maybe someday&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;Tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Ns59Bmqpms&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Ns59Bmqpms&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-8873184422201230782?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/8873184422201230782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/8873184422201230782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-cry.html' title='don&apos;t cry.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-5184351399536182465</id><published>2008-03-12T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T11:48:19.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>upping the ante.</title><content type='html'>i do think i need more friends. especially those that stay nearby... people who would be game enough to meet up nearby for impromptu coffee, supper or even just to talk the night away. it's probably a knee-jerk reaction due the the fact that last night was spent lazing on the bed (boredom mostly), and eventually falling asleep at 9pm till next morn. i just hate the feeling of not having things to do when i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way, sleeping so much actually made me crazy enough to wake up at 630am and go for a run. which is a good thing. josh says it's useless to run at night cause you raise your metabolism before sleeping... so that's effectively wasting it. hopefully this does me more good eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another cause for worry of late is well... dad. you would think that at 24... you'd be old enough to decide when to fall asleep. normal dads would probably just knock on the door, tell you not to sleep too late... then go to bed. don't know why my dad has to barge in and have that pissed look on his face and then snap at me to go sleep. fucking hell. i fucking need to move out of the house man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know if i'm supposed to live life this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-5184351399536182465?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/5184351399536182465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/5184351399536182465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/03/upping-ante.html' title='upping the ante.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-3048242365600974247</id><published>2008-03-02T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:25:02.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>set in stone.</title><content type='html'>busy busy saturday... met xp, ely and qilin at expo today for natas. finally booked tickets! taiwan/hk here we come! oh vincent if you happen to read this... quick go settle your tickets please. IF YOU DON'T COME IN THE END. I'LL KILL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent about 4hrs at expo (longest ever for me, even compared to comex), after which we headed down to lido to catch a movie. seriously...  "Two Faces of my Girlfriend" is freaking funny. there were so many moments the whole cinema burst out in laughter. and the characters were all very endearing. i want to watch it again! had dinner at pepper lunch cause the other places all had disgustingly long queues and i think xp couldn't be fucked to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways something amazing happened today... specifically... this night... yes... wait for it... i went running. unbelievable? believe! i dunno but i just felt the urge to run. and i ran 6 small rounds around my estate... ok ran 5 rounds and walked for the last one to cool down. BUT. give me the benefit of the doubt ya. people will know how much i dread running... but i feel a little different today, somehow i feel a little more energised after the run... hopefully, this keeps up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be... many things... but for now... just let me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random food for thought, "I don't want someone i can live with, i want someone i can't live without."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-3048242365600974247?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/3048242365600974247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/3048242365600974247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/03/set-in-stone.html' title='set in stone.'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-7208783433391903914</id><published>2008-02-28T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T16:18:51.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish i knew a girl called delilah...</title><content type='html'>so i could sing a beautiful song like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz kidding. i need to download this song, so i'm posting here before i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah by Plain White T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;What's it like in New York City?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;But girl tonight you look so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Yes you do&lt;br /&gt;Time Square can't shine as bright as you&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry about the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm right there if you get lonely&lt;br /&gt;Give this song another listen&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my voice it's my disguise&lt;br /&gt;I'm by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I know times are getting hard&lt;br /&gt;But just believe me girl&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar&lt;br /&gt;We'll have it good&lt;br /&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would&lt;br /&gt;My word is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much left to say&lt;br /&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Would take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;I'd write it all&lt;br /&gt;Even more in love with me you'd fall&lt;br /&gt;We'd have it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;br /&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk to you if I had no other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;br /&gt;And we'll just laugh along because we know&lt;br /&gt;That none of them have felt this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah I can promise you&lt;br /&gt;That by the time we get through&lt;br /&gt;The world will never ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;And you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;You be good and don't you miss me&lt;br /&gt;Two more years and you'll be done with school&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be making history like I do&lt;br /&gt;You know it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you&lt;br /&gt;This ones for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EbJtYqBYCV8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EbJtYqBYCV8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the days just seem longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-7208783433391903914?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/7208783433391903914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/7208783433391903914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-wish-i-knew-girl-called-delilah.html' title='i wish i knew a girl called delilah...'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-4600869172158414138</id><published>2008-02-26T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T01:23:43.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>h.bday ely!</title><content type='html'>celebrations started at shokudo@raffles city with our usual tradition. pigging out. in fact ely, xp and i just came to the same place last friday... food was amazing as usual and somehow we spent alot less today than when we ate on friday with 3 people. after dinner we walked around raffles city cause xp needed to do some shopping. left when the shops closed and went down to a nice jazz bar called 'the blue jazz' (not sure if i got it right) anyway the music is really good for chilling. after lazing around till 11ish we left the place for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of late i've been having this feeling. of being weak, of being empowered... all at the same time.  and so i say, i'm only praying for a miracle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-4600869172158414138?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/4600869172158414138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/4600869172158414138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickyouidiot.blogspot.com/2008/02/hbday-ely.html' title='h.bday ely!'/><author><name>nicholas t.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13806336638900522506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2588779480247259604.post-3495393450118892723</id><published>2008-02-23T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T16:13:18.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apologize</title><content type='html'>i got this song stuck in my head almost indefinitely. let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holdin on your rope&lt;br /&gt;got me ten feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;I'm hearin what you say but&lt;br /&gt;I just can't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you need me&lt;br /&gt;then you go and cut me down&lt;br /&gt;But wait&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think I'd turn around and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahhh, ooohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd take another chance, take a fall,&lt;br /&gt;take a shot for you ooohhh&lt;br /&gt;And I need you like a heart needs a beat&lt;br /&gt;But that's nothing new yaaeeahh&lt;br /&gt;I loved you with a fire red&lt;br /&gt;Now it's turning blue&lt;br /&gt;And you say&lt;br /&gt;Sorry like the angel heaven let me think was you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;ooohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;eyyyeeeaaahhh&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;eyyyeeeaaahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holdin on your rope&lt;br /&gt;Got me ten feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0Ds6joW5RM&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0Ds6joW5RM&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-3495393450118892723?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' 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editting the html to suit what i want isn't exactly thaaaat hard. although if someone that knows how to transfer posts from wordpress to here would kindly give me some assistance... it'll be much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really hard to find a skin that isn't girly... and this is probably one of the rare ones i could source for. it's largely inspired by stardust. or rather... my love for the show. even found the imeem! ok... hopefully you guys don't get sick listening to the song over and over again. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave some comments/tags!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2588779480247259604-7031751997621321052?l=nickyouidiot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2588779480247259604/posts/default/7031751997621321052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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