<?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-1899267745391572996</id><updated>2011-10-05T00:29:19.362+08:00</updated><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SusQkFwVFkI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6M4TlqZYv1c/s400/this-is-it-poster.jpg'/><title type='text'>Nicholas Woon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-2156163175551707534</id><published>2011-04-14T18:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T19:27:01.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M AT BLOGGING FROM BANGKOK  NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done quite a lot of shopping at Platinum Fashion Mall. It's this mega shopping centre that reminds me of Far East Plaza except that it's a much upsized version of it and it doesn't look so sloppy! I've been really active on Twitter 'cos my mum subscribed to international data roaming! HAHA. Lucky me, isn't it? It's Thai traditional new year now. They called it Songkran! People splash water on each other and apply powder on each other faces as a form of blessing. They CAN get really crazy. But we've no time to go to the specific districts to play! Maybe next time! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week of block leave coupled with this short getaway to Bangkok doesn't seem as much of a benefit to me as I thought it would be. I know I'm retarded but I find it really hard to move on. Nah, I ain't being an emo boy here. They're merely personal thoughts and reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NS probably made me more matured in thoughts but my sentiments still stay. Whenever I log into facebook, I see news feed about her happenings and status updates. Even if I wanna forget about her, it's too hard to move on with all these. Whenever I idle around, I look at the photos on my iPod, I see us - how happy and sad we were. They are the memories that I wanna relive. Indeed, many would reprimand me and ask me to be forward-looking. The truth is, I've tried. I'm trying so hard every single day. She just fill my mind so easily whenever I'm conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning that there are guys who're interested in her, I just feel as if there is a hole in my heart. I always hope that I would see a text from her whenever I look at my phone. WhenI see a reply from Twitter, I would smile and reply back, hoping to see a reply from her again. Gee, I feel really retarded. This path seems really tough but I guess I've to pull through no matter what. I still hope there's a point of return for the both of us even though I know there's no hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I'm really glad I still have my friends and family to support me during this period. It's really heartwarming. I wouldn't know how I could come thus far without them. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mFoQw57rSQ/TabWoUM3MFI/AAAAAAAAAo8/W6eoGyFByFw/s1600/POP%2B-%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mFoQw57rSQ/TabWoUM3MFI/AAAAAAAAAo8/W6eoGyFByFw/s400/POP%2B-%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595395575160189010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-2156163175551707534?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/2156163175551707534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=2156163175551707534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2156163175551707534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2156163175551707534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-at-blogging-from-bangkok-now-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8mFoQw57rSQ/TabWoUM3MFI/AAAAAAAAAo8/W6eoGyFByFw/s72-c/POP%2B-%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-6637389556476442146</id><published>2011-03-19T17:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:56:02.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This blog seemed to have died huh? Oh well, I really don't have time to update on this. And I'd tell you why! Most importantly, I only book out on Saturdays for the recent 2 weeks. By the time I reach home, I drop dead on my bed and zzzz all the way till night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, getting back to my life. Things have happened. Significant ones. My results weren't satisfactory but it's okay, I'd move on. I still might be able to go to the course I want. Maybe not the university I desire though. BUT, IT'S OKAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o9LwXtMEiXs/TYR4F4ZUjOI/AAAAAAAAAok/-9tNp0QdaKc/s400/DSC02842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585721480279526626" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess what affected me most for these few weeks was my emotional setbacks. For the benefit of my blog readers, I'm declaring that I'm single now! Oh well, it's not a happy occasion but I'm more or less over it already. If you ask me whether I was sad about it, I'm telling you I definitely was. In fact, I was devastated. I cherish the relationship a lot and after a week of her vacation and 16 days of confinement in Tekong, I lost the girl whom I thought she'd be the one. Life is ironical. We were so firm and confident about our relationship that it seemed to perfect now that I think back about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nNRGwHrrmHc/TYR6m_e81fI/AAAAAAAAAos/FIftH8yIG2Y/s400/DSC02111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585724248141125106" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emotional burdens aside, I've learnt a lot after this. Perhaps, the pain was too unbearable and it probably killed me a few times. No, I'm not exaggerating. And yes, I can be really emotional at times. (HAHA) Sometimes in life, you really can't be certain of your future. It just take some time, and my whole life is tossed 180 degrees. It's fine, I can pick myself up. One lesson I really learnt: Cherish, and I mean really cherish, the people around you. You may not like them or they may piss you off sometimes, but you never know what the next moment would be. You don't want to regret whatsoever. Especially your loved ones, shower your family and friends with love. They are really the ones who would be there for you no matter what. Through thick and thin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3yD0eR8SK8/TYR9cAh1U-I/AAAAAAAAAo0/yRPsuRdLBng/s400/DSC01847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585727357977973730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thought I couldn't live without you. But nah, with my family, brothers and sisters, there are much more things in life that awaits me. Our relationship was really sweet. A really awesome first experience that I had. Indeed, I've regrets. But nonetheless, I'd move on. For my loved ones and for myself. You might not read this, but I hope that you don't feel offended or anything after this blog post. It's my heartfelt thoughts. I've never blamed you or being upset with you. Like I always say, I'd respect and support your decisions. If this is what you desire, I would second it without hesitation. All the best for your future endeavours. I hope you have a good life ahead and find a better other half than me. It'd be tough though! HAHAHA! *winks*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-6637389556476442146?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/6637389556476442146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=6637389556476442146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6637389556476442146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6637389556476442146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-blog-seemed-to-have-died-huh-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o9LwXtMEiXs/TYR4F4ZUjOI/AAAAAAAAAok/-9tNp0QdaKc/s72-c/DSC02842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-2735886477124288277</id><published>2011-01-07T02:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T02:51:03.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TSYOuWtuQSI/AAAAAAAAAoU/aqerg0U1kHU/s1600/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TSYOuWtuQSI/AAAAAAAAAoU/aqerg0U1kHU/s400/DSC00180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559146979569582370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, my dear! I'd be fine. Don't worry about me! 12 days is no kick right! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'll be back~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-2735886477124288277?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/2735886477124288277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=2735886477124288277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2735886477124288277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2735886477124288277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2011/01/take-care-my-dear-id-be-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TSYOuWtuQSI/AAAAAAAAAoU/aqerg0U1kHU/s72-c/DSC00180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-2863557269490524365</id><published>2010-12-19T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T22:59:13.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TQ4dbzC28-I/AAAAAAAAAoI/Lz7wLS9KPt0/s1600/DSC02204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TQ4dbzC28-I/AAAAAAAAAoI/Lz7wLS9KPt0/s400/DSC02204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552407753990271970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life's perfect now because you piece it perfectly for me. Thanks for everything, my dear. &lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-2863557269490524365?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/2863557269490524365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=2863557269490524365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2863557269490524365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2863557269490524365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/12/lifes-perfect-now-because-you-piece-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TQ4dbzC28-I/AAAAAAAAAoI/Lz7wLS9KPt0/s72-c/DSC02204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-2963839896380402185</id><published>2010-12-13T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T01:01:47.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TQT-L2hds-I/AAAAAAAAAoA/RyucXMOG5J4/s1600/DSC02088_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TQT-L2hds-I/AAAAAAAAAoA/RyucXMOG5J4/s400/DSC02088_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549840120395183074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Happy 9th Month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our plan became screwed after an unfortunate event happened but nonetheless, we met up for dinner at my place! We whipped up a dish of spaghetti and we had "champagne" to go along with! Awesome right? It's actually sparkling juice! Anyway, we cooked too much and couldn't finish eventually. Our efforts. :/ It's okay it's okay. Since that wasn't even the highlight even though it's incredibly sweet to cook together already, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, I kind of surprise this sweet girl to my room of lighted candles! It's really damn romantic I swear! I planned this for an entire afternoon. Went out to buy candles and stuff. (along with the 'champagne') Pictures seem really blur so I decided not to upload it anyway. It's okay, both of us will always remember the scene. It's good enough! Woohoo, life's good! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-2963839896380402185?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/2963839896380402185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=2963839896380402185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2963839896380402185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2963839896380402185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-9th-month-our-plan-became-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TQT-L2hds-I/AAAAAAAAAoA/RyucXMOG5J4/s72-c/DSC02088_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-3341908383380825328</id><published>2010-12-11T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T00:30:46.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TQJU-FOfF7I/AAAAAAAAAnw/U-NqNFeC2Bo/s1600/DSC02146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TQJU-FOfF7I/AAAAAAAAAnw/U-NqNFeC2Bo/s400/DSC02146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549091116405430194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOHOOOOO~ I'M SO HIGH NOW. THIS IS BETTER THAN DRUGS. SMILING LIKE MAD WHILE TEARING BECAUSE OF JOY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our future seems really wonderful now! I CAN'T SLEEEEPPPPPPPP! :D:D:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-3341908383380825328?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/3341908383380825328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=3341908383380825328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/3341908383380825328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/3341908383380825328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/12/woohooooo-im-so-high-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TQJU-FOfF7I/AAAAAAAAAnw/U-NqNFeC2Bo/s72-c/DSC02146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-3035129569828682400</id><published>2010-12-10T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T01:19:45.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TQEGO2GXI6I/AAAAAAAAAng/P9neqGnYnUI/s400/DSC02085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548723068007293858" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to meet up the guys in the afternoon. It was a pretty unlucky day. As I board the cab, my pants SPLIT! Yes, I don't know why. Probably poor workmanship. Oh well, I went back to change to jeans instead. I was whining the later part of the day because jeans didn't seem formal at all. But I guess I pulled it off eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to my usual salon and did my hair. My hairstylist even asked me if I want to put eyeliner because he saw I had foundation on my face. Chillax people, I did it because I wanted to cover my pimples. I regretted it after my face appeared badly with flash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 6 of us watched Unstoppable at Cineleisure. The movie is pretty thrilling and I was gasping at the later part of the show. Oh well, we went off to Raffles Town Club after the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prom was pretty interesting I guess. We thought we went to the wrong venue because we totally couldn't recognize the girls around there. Their make up and dressing made them look different. Really different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Generally, I guess it's quite okay. The food is palatable but I was hoping for the dishes to be served instead of buffet style. Then we wouldn't need to rush for the food right? Oh well. The lucky draw was really limited and man, I didn't win the iPad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took photos and all but I wasn't as keen as during Sec 4 Prom. Perhaps I ain't that close with the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TQENKWPBVvI/AAAAAAAAAno/0of9iATrtPo/s400/DSC02111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548730687315597042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really pleasantly surprised to see this gorgeous yesterday. You look really fantastic! :) Best photo of the Prom album. HEHE. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I used the table flowers for my accessory on my pocket. Opps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Prom, I went straight home. The others went to drink at some Pub I think. Oh well, I didn't feel well so I took a cab back. And yea, my mum asked me to go back as well. Don't worry, I'm fine now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-3035129569828682400?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/3035129569828682400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=3035129569828682400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/3035129569828682400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/3035129569828682400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-went-to-meet-up-guys-in-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TQEGO2GXI6I/AAAAAAAAAng/P9neqGnYnUI/s72-c/DSC02085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-6877705536196872071</id><published>2010-11-27T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T17:02:06.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was my first time having such an alcoholic party. We all went high on alcohol at Ashvin's house. Even Mr Chua, our Chemistry tuition teacher, came. Chor hung went high after a few drinks. He claims he isn't drunk. But he definitely had difficulty staying sane. He kept yelling and clapped his hands in excitement. He then announced that he'd be the top student of TJC and show his Econs teacher that he got a freaking A instead of a B. Damn joke. Then it was time to leave already. I called for a cab and asked my Dad to pick me up at the carpark. I was really tipsy then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning was a disaster when my shoulder ache really badly and I couldn't even lie down. It was 5:30am. Gee, I don't wanna elaborate. It's just one hell out of an experience. Really needed company. I'm still quite traumatized by it. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-6877705536196872071?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/6877705536196872071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=6877705536196872071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6877705536196872071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6877705536196872071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-was-my-first-time-having-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-8288038793130329304</id><published>2010-11-23T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T23:49:24.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WOOHOO, A's is kinda over now! It's time to enjoy LIFEEEEEEE with&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TOvhGssW_KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/iepk4yLzEJ0/s400/DSC01933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542771271602207906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Class, 0921&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TOviHMlV4PI/AAAAAAAAAnY/1s6z2f8t_80/s400/DSC01837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542772379674337522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Darling! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AWESOME, I'm gonna spend time with my loved ones almost everyday. I'm deprived of this kind of 'luxury'. BRING IT ON, L-I-F-E! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-8288038793130329304?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/8288038793130329304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=8288038793130329304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8288038793130329304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8288038793130329304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/11/woohoo-as-is-kinda-over-now-its-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TOvhGssW_KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/iepk4yLzEJ0/s72-c/DSC01933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-9112679213240246187</id><published>2010-11-20T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:27:51.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TOee0LQHnRI/AAAAAAAAAnI/SaHnHq7JmXc/s1600/Cute%2BBaby%2BBoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TOee0LQHnRI/AAAAAAAAAnI/SaHnHq7JmXc/s400/Cute%2BBaby%2BBoy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541572485713468690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how screwed life seems to be, God will always leave us a road and the key to solve our miseries. After every obstacle, we'll form a new identity and our bond only get stronger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life's good. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 more papers to go and I can kiss goodbye to A's. Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-9112679213240246187?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/9112679213240246187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=9112679213240246187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/9112679213240246187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/9112679213240246187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/11/lifes-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TOee0LQHnRI/AAAAAAAAAnI/SaHnHq7JmXc/s72-c/Cute%2BBaby%2BBoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-4180688964174426799</id><published>2010-11-17T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T23:00:55.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a mistake all along. A grave mistake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-4180688964174426799?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/4180688964174426799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=4180688964174426799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4180688964174426799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4180688964174426799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-mistake-all-along.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-7654083458275781206</id><published>2010-10-30T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T01:09:47.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TMr5R53bhKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/lMzz10W3dVE/s1600/kids+in+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TMr5R53bhKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/lMzz10W3dVE/s400/kids+in+wedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533509178164479138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby baby baby! I think I'm gonna marry you someday! :D:D:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll always be the first and the last woman of my life. I love you, my endless love. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-7654083458275781206?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/7654083458275781206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=7654083458275781206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/7654083458275781206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/7654083458275781206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby-baby-baby-i-think-im-gonna-marry.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TMr5R53bhKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/lMzz10W3dVE/s72-c/kids+in+wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-6772798703561933179</id><published>2010-10-25T17:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:02:55.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TMVQwJ26vOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/4k-uHSeeCU4/s1600/DSC01847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TMVQwJ26vOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/4k-uHSeeCU4/s400/DSC01847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531916505504726242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The road ahead is certainly tough. We'd face many trials and tribulations along the way and I guess they are merely tests of our relationship. We've been through so much and I'm sure the pain each time would keep strengthening our bond. After all these, we get to understand each other much more and that history would not repeat itself. It's tough, but let's hang on to it like we promise each other. We would definitely go a long way and I'll always be there for you even when you don't need me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you and I mean it. &lt;:)3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-6772798703561933179?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/6772798703561933179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=6772798703561933179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6772798703561933179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6772798703561933179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-matter-how-much-weve-been-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TMVQwJ26vOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/4k-uHSeeCU4/s72-c/DSC01847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-3456584353074214655</id><published>2010-10-24T09:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T09:56:59.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TMOIFaHZL_I/AAAAAAAAAmY/rns6y17XQsA/s400/DSC01411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531414393832157170" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TMOIVOhOsPI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ATBy7sZK3uo/s400/72533_478825010745_773995745_6778409_4805997_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531414665597202674" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;YES, WE'VE GRADUATED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh well, just look at us. 0921 has grown so much in 2 years. From just mere acquaintances to a heartwarming &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of brothers and sisters, we know that we'd be there for each other no matter what happens. Trust me, I've been through that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I still remember I was a young hot blood who got so enthusiastic in orientation. That was probably how I became the Class Chairman but it's beside the point. I remember I was pretty worried because my 0921 seems pretty unfriendly and my Civics Tutor seems really strict and pain in the ass. (She kept asking me to trim my hair during Orientation! Well she still do that. :P) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BUT I CAN'T BE MORE WRONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's really after Orientation, after we spent so much time together. I really enjoyed Night Study Program during Promos time. We really 'chiong-ed' together and have 'Zi Cha' for dinner on a big big table like a &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. We never had a clique problem or any conflicts because our clique is literally almost the entire class. It's really sweet to think of it. I feel really blessed being a member of 0921! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TMOPgGem1tI/AAAAAAAAAmo/0LsinTJ6BWU/s400/DSC01939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531422548998674130" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And there's still 老师，she's always there to provide wise advices to us. She is like our 2nd mother whom we can rely on and all. Our class really love her a lot for what she did for us. She'd treat us to food during CT period because she worries that we'd be hungry. She'd treat us to good food like Pizza every now and then. (Oh yea, where was our SUSHI?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TMORf_oLL0I/AAAAAAAAAmw/X5yKNdsO25c/s400/DSC01940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531424746183012162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She's more than just a teacher to us, indefinitely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Indeed, I'd miss the class pretty much. They've already become a part of my everyday life and the separation is really painful. I guess we're still pretty close now so it isn't that bad yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll remember 0921, this &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, as a sweet memory of my teenage years. I love you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-3456584353074214655?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/3456584353074214655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=3456584353074214655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/3456584353074214655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/3456584353074214655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/10/yes-weve-graduated-oh-well-just-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TMOIFaHZL_I/AAAAAAAAAmY/rns6y17XQsA/s72-c/DSC01411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-1883254365678245967</id><published>2010-10-13T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T23:29:43.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I've done a lot to become better. But I'm still not good enough compared to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-1883254365678245967?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/1883254365678245967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=1883254365678245967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1883254365678245967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1883254365678245967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-thought-ive-done-lot-to-become-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-6980092086936766909</id><published>2010-10-12T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T23:51:22.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today wasn't really enjoyable because we didn't meet eventually. But it's fine, it's just this period of time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-6980092086936766909?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/6980092086936766909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=6980092086936766909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6980092086936766909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6980092086936766909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-wasnt-really-enjoyable-because-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-8390761120154636192</id><published>2010-09-25T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T22:36:21.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TJ4IA5Tb4hI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/jhiUVSivZVo/s1600/hug-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TJ4IA5Tb4hI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/jhiUVSivZVo/s400/hug-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520859004678169106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm always worried that you might change, but the fact is, I'm the one who's always changing. I might be the one who keeps letting go, but don't ever let go of me. It's 6 months of time and effort. It wasn't easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-8390761120154636192?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/8390761120154636192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=8390761120154636192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8390761120154636192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8390761120154636192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-always-worried-that-you-might-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TJ4IA5Tb4hI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/jhiUVSivZVo/s72-c/hug-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-6889246730659011151</id><published>2010-09-12T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T22:34:52.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Hey girl, we're halfway there to the finishing line of our first anniversary. Let's keep this going! ILY &lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-6889246730659011151?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/6889246730659011151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=6889246730659011151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6889246730659011151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6889246730659011151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/09/hey-girl-were-halfway-there-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-4654912398181044396</id><published>2010-09-05T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:05:03.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TIOixC8dxaI/AAAAAAAAAmI/fyjj9n45F0w/s1600/the_kiss_by_ryanbellphotography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TIOixC8dxaI/AAAAAAAAAmI/fyjj9n45F0w/s400/the_kiss_by_ryanbellphotography.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513429332319389090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like everything just started from scratch. But I know it's different. We're stronger now. It was probably the worst night ever, but it'll probably lead us to the best days ahead. Let's cherish each other more from now on. I love you, Low Wei Lin. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-4654912398181044396?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/4654912398181044396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=4654912398181044396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4654912398181044396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4654912398181044396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-feel-like-everything-just-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TIOixC8dxaI/AAAAAAAAAmI/fyjj9n45F0w/s72-c/the_kiss_by_ryanbellphotography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-6133234897076206821</id><published>2010-09-05T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:06:35.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm so disappointed. This has totally numbed me. I feel like I don't even know how to feel happy again.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-6133234897076206821?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/6133234897076206821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=6133234897076206821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6133234897076206821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6133234897076206821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-so-disappointed.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-1222727866032955321</id><published>2010-09-05T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T01:52:19.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KBOX IS THE BOMB! Seriously, why did I only go to Kbox yesterday? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we were studying out today. A pretty fail one for me though. That's beside the point actually. Anyway, during dinner, I was asking the guys what would they do if they know they only have 24 more hours to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the guy who lives next block to me responded to me, here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: What would you do if you only have 24 more hours to live at 12 am?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: I would confess to the girl I like, telling her that I've only 24 more hours to live and ask her out instantly! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: But what if she rejects you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: I'll just kill myself right away. *without hesitation*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *LOLLL. Can't stop laughing.* So what if she likes you? Wouldn't she be very sad after you die in 24 hours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: Then I'll kill her before I die so she wouldn't be sad. We'll be together in souls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *Continues to laugh* Well, are you going to spend time with her for the entire day? What about your family?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy: Hmm, I know I should spend time with my family. But I won't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-1222727866032955321?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/1222727866032955321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=1222727866032955321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1222727866032955321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1222727866032955321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/09/kbox-is-bomb-seriously-why-did-i-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-7607450839633011546</id><published>2010-09-02T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T23:40:19.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I suck, big time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-7607450839633011546?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/7607450839633011546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=7607450839633011546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/7607450839633011546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/7607450839633011546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-suck-big-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-8355244845036313100</id><published>2010-09-01T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T01:33:11.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TH04ZKTQuCI/AAAAAAAAAl4/EK8AeOn3deI/s400/47826_10150246797775475_552295474_14775849_8327072_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511623523884382242" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher's Day is pretty interesting this year. No, I didn't return to Sec nor Primary School. It just feels different without going back because it has become a norm to me already. After Teacher's day Celebration, we approached our respective teachers and gave them presents. Our new CT, Mr Cheow, has the most meaningful present of all. We bough him a photo frame and printed a class photo for him since we're his CT and we want him to remember us in his teaching career. Sweet, isn't it? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's rather touched I guess. Then I suggested an impromptu class dinner with him at night. Surprisingly, the turn out was great and Mr Cheow could make it too. Most of them went home first while I went to study with Joshua for a while. Upon reaching Astons, Mr Cheow kept telling us not to call him "Laoshi" or "Zhou Laoshi" because he finds it old and awkward. It's damn funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sc wanted to dig some personal information from him and well, we know that he's interested in a relationship! Awesome. He's really pretty nice. Oh, and he asked to watch the Boys' Generation Performance. Cool, he said he didn't realize I could 'shake' so well. ROFL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner was fun and laughter but he left when we headed for Gelare. Then, that was only when yy and wj came. Win huh? Wj didn't even manage to see our new CT after he left us for PJC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gelare was awesome with his half price Tuesday Special. All of us tucked into the wonders of Ice Cream but really, the waffle becomes really 'jelat' after a while. Then, we were reminiscing the classic moments and lingos of Wj. It was damn fun and epic. It's so long since I feel that 0921's so happy and all. Maybe it's just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Gelare, we camwhore all the way to everywhere we go. It's really crazy. Okay, Jerome was mainly taking the pictures. It was singing time and htht at Sky Garden after that. Quite cool. Then, sc went to take pictures with his tongue out and try to lick the other party. I ain't sure who's idea it was but the person requested him to go and take with every guy. So there he went and Jerome and I took a really close one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TH08hJr6apI/AAAAAAAAAmA/HqVSh5p9Pf4/s400/45002_10150246799385475_552295474_14775990_6035108_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511628059204807314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know it's gross. But rest assured, our tongues didn't meet. Fortunately, I'm still straight. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-8355244845036313100?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/8355244845036313100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=8355244845036313100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8355244845036313100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8355244845036313100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/09/teachers-day-is-pretty-interesting-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TH04ZKTQuCI/AAAAAAAAAl4/EK8AeOn3deI/s72-c/47826_10150246797775475_552295474_14775849_8327072_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-3357370713347610196</id><published>2010-08-25T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:00:40.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/THUh53tkqVI/AAAAAAAAAlw/7kU4iSrnJig/s1600/young+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/THUh53tkqVI/AAAAAAAAAlw/7kU4iSrnJig/s400/young+love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509346997249026386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's these little things that make my day. (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-3357370713347610196?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/3357370713347610196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=3357370713347610196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/3357370713347610196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/3357370713347610196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-these-little-things-that-make-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/THUh53tkqVI/AAAAAAAAAlw/7kU4iSrnJig/s72-c/young+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-1603070249500180808</id><published>2010-08-20T22:20:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:52:20.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I know some of y'all can't wait to see this. So I'm sacrificing my sleep to do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Touched? You bettta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, so this was my grand master plan to celebrate this moron's birthday as shown below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TG6V_GjoWhI/AAAAAAAAAj4/RYjBNIzrM5g/s400/DSC01835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507504305645050386" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, take a good look at her. The smile of the happiest girl of all times. Seriously, she would've no idea what I've installed for her before all these. 1 month of preparation was indeed breathtaking. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell 'sick' on Friday the 13th and went back home early without going GP. Soon, I went out to Dhoby Ghaut to check out the location of the Mind's Cafe at Prinsep's Place and told the waiter about the surprise plan. Then, I walked back to the MRT station to meet this lucky girl who was complaining that she didn't know where's the North South side of exit. LOL, never mind. So we walked to the place and I left her by the bridge to go up and to remind the waiter not to screw up my plan before bringing her to play the board games!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, it started off well. I guess she kind of fell for it that we're literally here, just the 2 of us. I kept messaging Janice and asked where they were and Wei Lin kept complaining that I'm texting and ignoring her. Halfway through the games, I realized I should've sat at her position so she'll get the surprise better. Yes, and I had to come up that I wanted better fengshui in playing. It's lame I know, I couldn't come up with a better one at that point in time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, I received Janice's cue that they're ready and SURPRISE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4afc1c691a087d70" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4afc1c691a087d70%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330388625%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6095D58CDDCDFB4592F6DFB0817AF32EAC5E84E3.2779530F39DD13407065A1B5A11349D62AE3B4DD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4afc1c691a087d70%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dzsb9ZOTHnLT3FtLJxsxkoiW1vaM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4afc1c691a087d70%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330388625%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6095D58CDDCDFB4592F6DFB0817AF32EAC5E84E3.2779530F39DD13407065A1B5A11349D62AE3B4DD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4afc1c691a087d70%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dzsb9ZOTHnLT3FtLJxsxkoiW1vaM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, this is the purpose why we went Mind's Cafe: TABOOOOOOOOO!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, that's my favourite game at Mind's. I never fail to play it every time I visit there. HEHE, so fun! Okay, I guess I played it a few times already so I'm getting a hang of it. It's really fun when you're with a clique and y'all have common experience so y'all can use it in times of this. I hope they get bonded really well after that. &lt;i&gt;And yea, my maze finally came in handy this time round huh? *winks*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TG6VS1DLcYI/AAAAAAAAAjw/mLrksOYKW70/s400/DSC01825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507503545031291266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, we played Rummikub, a game that Janice is really good at. I played a few times before but I really suck at it I guess. Opps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went off to Suntec for Swensens in which Tzeyong came to join us as well. After that, it was home sweet home for most of them and I had a fun time trying to be sad that I won't get to see her the next day and I terribly want to see her the next day and what not. It was damn fun, I don't know why the emotions just flow into me naturally. Damn awesome, period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/THE4L3jDM5I/AAAAAAAAAkA/UgDQkgR1QCU/s400/DSC01828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508245595791504274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up early to finish preparing the 'concert' program list for the 'concert' I prepared for her later while she was sleeping. I stayed up pretty late the previous night to finish the draft actually so it wasn't that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/THPNd_QPOFI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Y9rVauIk2Kw/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508972684283689042" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/THPOL6AK5PI/AAAAAAAAAlo/R9R6ZoBuS4Y/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508973473148101874" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, so this was it. I practised quite a bit of the songs before going to City Hall to buy the rose. After I left my house, Wei Lin then texted me that she just woke up. GG. BUTTT, I couldn't say much and since it's her birthday it's an exception. Oh, and partly because all these were meant to be surprises later on. She was supposed to meet another clique of hers but it's actually part of my plan. *evil laughters*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I bought my rose, waited at Esplanade MRT for half an hour and messaging her telling her that I'm at home lazing around and missing her. LOL, the latter was true but because it's so lonely and pathetic to sit at one corner with a red rose! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The princess finally came while texting and totally stunned at the sight of me. Her face went blank to all smiles and couldn't believe that her Prince Charming was standing in front of her. She can't wait to run up to him and give him a big hug, blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY, that was what I hoped. Instead, she came out and kept saying "Oh My GOD!" and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;scolded me for being sneaky and all. Sighhhhh, nvm. I could tahan. I know I would make her pay for it by the day ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/THFFoLdZ3MI/AAAAAAAAAkY/McglS4XUfFo/s400/DSC01834.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508260375824030914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the hungry me, dragged her along around Marina Square before we decided to dine at a Hong Kong Cafe. Alright, lunch was pretty snappy 'cos we had to be at Esplanade by 2pm. If we're late by 15 minutes and I don't pay the rental fees for the Piano Practice Room by then, NLB would forfeit my booking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way to Esplanade, I hinted her that we're attending a concert. There were random posters along the way and I said it could be this or that. She, being she, didn't quite believe me. It's okay. So we walked till the library and she was rather shocked I guess. I asked her to wait outside while I went in to make the payment and the admin stuff and then we went to the practice room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess she found it quite incredible actually. Her goosebumps probably got into her. She was speechless even after we're in the room. So we began the little concert I prepared for her. I recalled I was really nervous because I really don't want to screw up. My hands were freezing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't practise much on the 1st half of the songs because they weren't the highlight of the event. So yea, they were pretty cui. However, some of them still manage to touch her and she teared a few times! Awesome. And I was worried that they would bore her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/THFJ_HwAfRI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Xh2aeKseYuA/s400/DSC01842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508265168011820306" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intermission came and I lured her to the toilet while I went back to warm up my voice. Then it was time for the 2nd half. *breathes in deeply* This was my moment to shine. Played a piano song and a piano-singing song one after another. The first song I sang was Beauty And The Beast. It's her Choir song so I thought it'll be pretty meaningful and it'll bring back fond memories for her. Hmm, it's okay. She just giggled her way through. I guess my singing wasn't up to standard. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was another piano song before Endless Love. Okay, it was pretty sad. I wanted to keep the surprise until the very end. But she know that song was coming already. The "Wow" factor isn't that great already and yea, I was really sad about it. Oh well, I still had to perform it. It's probably one of the most smooth song I played. 1 month of practice paid off. I'm really grateful to Simon. He taught me from scratch. So cool. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, she cringed when I played it and I guess she did tear as well. I'm pretty sweet, ain't I? HEHEHEHE. &lt;i&gt;"Two hearts, two hearts that beat as one."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/THFNLc_gwII/AAAAAAAAAko/7wViBFgvweU/s400/DSC01847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508268678407307394" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, we went to Haggen Daz to indulge in those yummy ice cream and caught up with work. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After having much Chemistry with her, we went off to Carrefour to shop for Marshmallows and after a while we were off for the 2nd surprise highlight of the day: Jin's House.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her Choir clique, the Cui, collaborated with me to surprise her at a friend's house. We waited for a cab and I asked her to stand aside before I whispered to the taxi driver the location by the window. The clueless her was trying to think where I'm trying to bring her to and I was finding ways to distract her. I was supposed to blindfold her but before I could do so, she knew where we're going to already. Regrets. Oh, just as well. Upon arriving, they tried to surprise her again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, she tried to play along. Then they kept saying her and Nic kept asking her why she ruined her own surprise. Oh well, I felt really bad and guilty when they all blamed her for ruining the surprise. It was mainly my fault actually. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/THFXUYDDsFI/AAAAAAAAAkw/JGqHNjt9zTg/s400/DSC01861.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508279826815103058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, JIN'S HOUSE IS REALLY SUPERB. Although I didn't manage to explore the entire house, her semi-detached house is really just amusing. It's like a big playground to me. Our pizza came and since I didn't know what to talk, I just helped myself with the food. It was fun listening to their conversations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nabillah kept laughing out loud when there're awkward silences. I couldn't help but to laugh too. Yea, laughing is contagious. No sense, huh? Then we went off to play wii and man, I should've expected. Choir people play singing games. GG. I totally struggled while playing. It's okay, it was really fun. And I've to say, their voices are really good. They totally inspired me to take singing lessons after A's. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, Jin has this Karoke room and excluding Korean songs, the karoke system has all other genre and languages of songs. I really want to go back there and finish singing my '放手'. Yes, I keep harping on it but 林峰－爱不疚 is really nice. Oh, and Bon came late but we still managed to give him a mini surprise with his fair share of birthday cake that Jin made for the August babies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, time was running late and I had to go. I sent Wei Lin off first before going back and drop dead on my bed. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, this isn't on Sunday. It happened on Monday so all these didn't happen consecutively. This day was kind of tricky. YC asked me to ask Wei Lin out for them to give her their surprise. Supposedly, I was supposed to have GP tuition and couldn't make it for the birthday surprise. But it got cancelled last minute and I went home to finish up my birthday card for her. Initially, it was just a surprise by them, but I wanted to go and try to surprise her by being there afterwards. So it's like "Surprise within a surprise within a surprise". Get it? Okay, it might seem lame but I thought I was so close to getting my Inception plan worked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to some communication breakdown, Joshua thought my tuition was supposedly on 7:30 instead so he told her that I was attending tuition then. But she knows that my tuition is normally from 5-7pm. It's okay, it doesn't matter now. I know he feels guilty about it, I felt bad about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the evening of 16/8/10, YC and the rest went to make a cake and waited for the birthday girl to appear from Orchard Central's rooftop. (I was supposed to meet her there actually.) After a while, she finally got the location right and SURPRISE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, they smashed a piece of cake on her face. Gee, I missed it. Generally, everyone was present except me. Even the boyfriends of the girls were there while I was trying to make my way there from the MRT. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon reaching, they did hand signals to ask me to hug her from the back. I was rather blur and before I know it, she turned and got a shock to see me already. BUT, she was expecting me. So it wasn't a surprise. Yup, so my plan didn't work eventually. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wished her Happy Birthday again and passed her the present and the cards in it. She had a glimpse of the cards and I was pretty disappointed that she didn't cry. Okay, I guess the front page was too hilarious already. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/THO93DTnjhI/AAAAAAAAAlA/g9oKtOX3ww4/s400/DSC01827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508955522682293778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a fun time hanging around before going for dinner at Fish &amp;amp; Co. The staff did the birthday tradition thing and it was really an eye opener for me. Yea, my first time witnessing it. Sigh, if only there're more people there. Gibson(he shares the same birthday as Wei Lin) and Wei Lin would've been really embarrassed. Damn! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a really fun time out with them. A really tiring day for me though. I sent her back to Toa Payoh and I was so worn out that I didn't have the energy to speak. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was a damn cool experience for me to get to know all her close cliques almost day after day. I enjoyed so much, myself! And I've got to admit, I never felt so accomplished and satisfied with myself. It's no mean feat, man! :'D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/THPCVQ4lldI/AAAAAAAAAlI/rOGF-q47j8U/s400/IMG_0204.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508960439769601490" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope you really enjoy your birthday this year. Like I said, I'd give you a memorable birthday! Don't feel bad at all for anything, okay. It's your 18th birthday after all! :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I Love You.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-1603070249500180808?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/1603070249500180808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=1603070249500180808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1603070249500180808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1603070249500180808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/08/okay-i-know-some-of-yall-cant-wait-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TG6V_GjoWhI/AAAAAAAAAj4/RYjBNIzrM5g/s72-c/DSC01835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-4964047405755792158</id><published>2010-08-20T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T20:15:16.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TG5tKWWP9pI/AAAAAAAAAjo/am9FP7zMlJM/s1600/Kevin+Carter+Putlizer+Prize+Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TG5tKWWP9pI/AAAAAAAAAjo/am9FP7zMlJM/s400/Kevin+Carter+Putlizer+Prize+Photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507459418885715602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is abject poverty. It's probably one of the most sympathetic scene we could ever see. Basically, it shows a child clearly hungry with protruding bones fighting hard to survive while a vulture stand by waiting her (yes, it's a she) to die and become its lunch. What we didn't see was that the child was struggling to reach the feeding centre nearby.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kevin Carter, a photojournalist, used 20 minutes to get hold a good position and adjust his lens before taking this Pulitzer-winning photo. After seeing that the vulture was still targeting at the girl, he chased it away. Oh well, it seems like the story ends here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next thing we know, this 33 year old man, who grew in sudden fame, committed suicide in his red pick-up under a tree. He used a tape with a garden hose to the exhaust pipe and died from overdose of Carbon Monoxide. No, fame didn't kill him. He died from depression, from witnessing all these experiences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His suicide note reads "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;depressed . . . without phone . . . money for rent . . . money for child support . . . money for debts . . . money!!! . . . I am haunted by the vivid memories of killings &amp;amp; corpses &amp;amp; anger &amp;amp; pain . . . of starving or wounded children, of trigger-happy madmen, often police, of killer executioners . . . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,981431-1,00.html"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-4964047405755792158?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/4964047405755792158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=4964047405755792158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4964047405755792158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4964047405755792158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-abject-poverty.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TG5tKWWP9pI/AAAAAAAAAjo/am9FP7zMlJM/s72-c/Kevin+Carter+Putlizer+Prize+Photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-8860622398047590849</id><published>2010-08-17T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T23:54:14.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TGqvRwY6AvI/AAAAAAAAAjg/72t1ebWhcII/s1600/DSC01847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TGqvRwY6AvI/AAAAAAAAAjg/72t1ebWhcII/s400/DSC01847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506406213995856626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOW WEI LIN! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I can't spend today with you, but spending you with 3 days had been a really great deal for both of us. Hope you like the chain of surprises and what I prepared for you. A's is round the corner, but I'm sure it'll be a much better year ahead after that! I'll make you feel as if everyday is your birthday okay. Shall cover on the surprises I prepared for you another day! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-This is really the last birthday dedication for you okay! *winks*-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-8860622398047590849?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/8860622398047590849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=8860622398047590849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8860622398047590849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8860622398047590849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-low-wei-lin-d-although-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TGqvRwY6AvI/AAAAAAAAAjg/72t1ebWhcII/s72-c/DSC01847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-8949103307886205205</id><published>2010-07-30T23:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T00:10:34.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TFLrTGQa0dI/AAAAAAAAAjY/mNwj-wuLdSQ/s1600/Inception.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TFLrTGQa0dI/AAAAAAAAAjY/mNwj-wuLdSQ/s400/Inception.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499716808302318034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH MY GOD! This movie is really one of the best shows ever! There were The Prestige, V for Vendetta, The Dark Knight and all. Alright, they are all great movies. Oh well, so I went to watch this legendary CHIEM show with this girl who called me a Noob! We intended to go Cathay to catch it but it was all SOLD OUT. So we had to RUSH to Marina Square for it. There were good seats, but they weren't comfortable. Cathay&gt;GV y'all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, this is a DAMN GOOD movie and I really wanna watch it again. It's worth every penny you pay for. Oh, and I came across with this really cool conclusion of the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;SPOILERS AHEAD!&lt;/span&gt;! (I didn't come up with this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;IT'S MILES, Dom's father, who performs inception on his son so he can move on with life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;"I think that the real world occurs when Watanabe offers him the gig to go layers deep into Fischer’s head. HOWEVER I think this is a set-up by Dom’s dad who is Michael Cain. I do believe the grandmother is Mal’s mom. I think that Michael Cain sees his son’s life is ruined forever and he’s miserable, so he sets up an inception on Watanabe and gives him the idea to offer the job to Dom. Notice Watanabe has mental training in his dream state by "other trainers" who could easily be Michael Cain. I believe he’s the best at it and he taught his son Dom. Caine readily has Ellen Page at Dom’s disposal when he gets this mission and she’s the best architect there is. Too Convenient. Also during all the layers of dreams the "prototypes" are attacking supposedly based on who’s subconscious they’re in but notice Dom never gets hurt and other characters do. These are really all Dom’s prototypes and Caine knew they would work to fight off the other characters. As the other characters get hurt it demands that Dom go deeper and deeper until he reaches his base subconscious. There’s that line where Dom talks about going into limbo if you die in your base subconscious and that you basically exist in your subconscious forever. So Watanabe makes the promise to Dom before they enter the mission to complete it by returning them to young men and he accomplishes that by shooting Dom in his deepest subconscious. When Watanabe grabs the gun notice Dom is reciting what Watanabe should be reciting. Then we never see who shoots who. I believe Watanabe shoots Dom and that’s when the end scene emerges. This is Dom’s idealistic universe to live in and here he lives in Limbo and is merely dead to the real world. Cain knows he will be happy here and everything is tied up. There’s a key part in Watanabe’s initial dream within a dream sequence where he tells Dom "I’m auditioning you" and it’s never explained what he means by that. We assume he means auditioning to see if he can accomplish the job he has for him but I think it goes deeper than that. The failed first mission gives them an enemy which is that corporation (i forget the name) and gives him a reason to be indebted to Watanabe . That’s all I have for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after the show, who's the noob one asking questions huh? *winks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-8949103307886205205?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/8949103307886205205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=8949103307886205205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8949103307886205205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8949103307886205205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/07/gv-yall-seriously-this-is-damn-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TFLrTGQa0dI/AAAAAAAAAjY/mNwj-wuLdSQ/s72-c/Inception.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-4227358649249623723</id><published>2010-07-24T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T21:55:59.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TEruyqgsjgI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/SJVXsggqcR4/s1600/DSC01847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TEruyqgsjgI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/SJVXsggqcR4/s400/DSC01847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497468849331408386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NS Checkup was pretty a fun experience as we travel from station to station for different checkups. They basically check every part of your body. It was like Amazing Race for me. ROFL. Anyway, we didn't have breakfast first because almost everyone was late and we decided to have it after the checkup. Little do we know that it takes so long to finish it and we ended at 12+! :@ I breezed through the IQ test because my stomach asked me to and my mind couldn't take the rigour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the photo-taking session was pretty funny cos the guy had really short hair and when he gave the briefing, he told us that we have to make our hair like his. So all of us tried our best and spray water on our hair to clear our fringe and our sides. And yes! My picture didn't turn out badly actually. Phew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the checkup, all of us were famished but we still had to rush to AMK Hub for Sorcerer's Apprentice. The queue was freaking long and I mean it. We took almost 15 minutes to get our tickets and the other guys went to get Macs for us. Soon, the others came from school and by the time we got our tickets, JY was still on his way and we all waited for him before going into the cinema. We all thought that we missed 10 minutes of the show already but thankfully the show was just about to start! YAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gee, I think we're pretty smart. We took the couple seats so we don't need to sit all the way at the front. HEHE. After thinking about it, I guess the show is pretty okay. Most of them don't like though. Yea, I agree it is a little over-rated. Harry Potter wins no matter what! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, about Viva la Music! So we were rushing to school and we thought the queue has started. To our surprise, there wasn't a queue and we started the queue (not on purpose). Something happened when we were about to enter the LT but I ain't gonna talk about it. :@ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess I've to say that the concert is generally better in terms of setting and all than The One. Sorry, Council! :P And now, I really regret not joining VLM with BG. Oh well, guess we would've sacrificed our grades for it and it's really not worth it. I shall leave dancing until after A's then! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, so as I'm blogging now, my stomach is growling because I haven't eaten anything filling after my McValue Lunch! :( And, I'm dead tired. SO, I guess I shall hit the sacks already. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow to come.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-4227358649249623723?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/4227358649249623723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=4227358649249623723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4227358649249623723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4227358649249623723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/07/ns-checkup-was-pretty-fun-experience-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TEruyqgsjgI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/SJVXsggqcR4/s72-c/DSC01847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-1028342329454223496</id><published>2010-07-23T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T00:07:51.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Less than a month to go and I'm absolutely clueless what to do! :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-1028342329454223496?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/1028342329454223496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=1028342329454223496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1028342329454223496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1028342329454223496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/07/less-than-month-to-go-and-im-absolutely.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-1720646310285047599</id><published>2010-07-22T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:31:23.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Sorry, I've failed you time and time again. And yes, we'll get better after all these. No, much better. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-1720646310285047599?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/1720646310285047599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=1720646310285047599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1720646310285047599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1720646310285047599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-ive-failed-you-time-and-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-1336175307234667030</id><published>2010-07-07T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T17:01:19.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eZzTgZxn_Uk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eZzTgZxn_Uk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so into this song now. It's old but man, it's HOT! I WANNA LEARN THE DANCE!!!!! Let's make it the next BG cover!!! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-1336175307234667030?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/1336175307234667030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=1336175307234667030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1336175307234667030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1336175307234667030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-so-into-this-song-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-4687018792085423113</id><published>2010-06-19T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T22:35:01.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TBzPbFtfGYI/AAAAAAAAAjA/T0RjR--wjFI/s1600/shes_out_of_my_league_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TBzPbFtfGYI/AAAAAAAAAjA/T0RjR--wjFI/s400/shes_out_of_my_league_ver2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484486510526798210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught this sick show with a gl girl yesterday. It's so sick and funny which makes it so nice. Kirk reminds me of myself actually. A guy with low self-esteem! Not bad, I actually learnt from this movie! Woohoo~! Anyway, I reckon MOE should show this during Sexual Education instead. MOE is really doing a bad job in it. Opps. Anyway, mugging these days is really getting a pain in the ass. I'm getting high at the wrong time. Coffee oh coffee, would you please be obedient to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, everybody are telling me how screwed up their MYEs are gonna be. I guess the school really did a hell of a good job for this. Bravo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay, I shall believe I'm a hard 10 from now on! *winks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-4687018792085423113?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/4687018792085423113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=4687018792085423113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4687018792085423113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4687018792085423113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/06/caught-this-sick-show-with-gl-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TBzPbFtfGYI/AAAAAAAAAjA/T0RjR--wjFI/s72-c/shes_out_of_my_league_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-6535249501753296190</id><published>2010-06-10T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T23:10:48.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TBD96SxtCyI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Pzkh2Jn5I9I/s1600/DSC01833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TBD96SxtCyI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Pzkh2Jn5I9I/s400/DSC01833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481159924424444706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ULTIMATE CLASS OUTING was quite cool when everyone dressed up nicely (after being ordered to). Nightmare on Elm's Street was really retarded to me. I was laughing away while Kevin was getting so freaked out beside me. It's quite cute to see you acting up like that, don't feel inferior! But the guys were really mocking him (you know we're still brothers!) and Jianyuan! 'Cos JY was using his packet of potato chips to cover his eyes. It was damn joke. After the movie, we dined at Fish &amp;amp; Co and Lepak at Sky Garden at Suntec. I finally conquered the playground thing after I saw Jialiang completing it. I swear I got so shocked and I just gave it all out and I did it! Woohoo~! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was singing camwhoring sessions. Then the guys kept bugging me to stay over but I really can't. So yup, I was high and tired yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And you're finally back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-6535249501753296190?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/6535249501753296190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=6535249501753296190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6535249501753296190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6535249501753296190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/06/ultimate-class-outing-was-quite-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TBD96SxtCyI/AAAAAAAAAi4/Pzkh2Jn5I9I/s72-c/DSC01833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-9139777700678895999</id><published>2010-06-01T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:23:03.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TAPh8MfxSAI/AAAAAAAAAiw/zZQ2suo1p60/s1600/DSC01797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TAPh8MfxSAI/AAAAAAAAAiw/zZQ2suo1p60/s400/DSC01797.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477469996075534338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bon Voyage, Wei Lin! I shall spare you one week to have your own freedom with your Cui family and Choir first. After you're back, I'll then settle scores with you. Muahahahahaha. All the best for your competition and take care of your throat! Good luck~! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-9139777700678895999?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/9139777700678895999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=9139777700678895999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/9139777700678895999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/9139777700678895999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/06/bon-voyage-wei-lin-i-shall-spare-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/TAPh8MfxSAI/AAAAAAAAAiw/zZQ2suo1p60/s72-c/DSC01797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-7521262428374026142</id><published>2010-05-28T14:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T22:31:49.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S_9hCeSCAoI/AAAAAAAAAiY/quJuiFIiGS8/s400/29109_404997609472_773004472_4149072_7387653_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476202367022137986" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MYE IS OVERRRRR! Okay, at least for GP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After GP yesterday, there was this 1.5 hours of Math tutorial which all of us seemed reluctant to go. After a while, even our teacher couldn't take it and rushed through the last few important questions and dismissed us. So.... hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then because we were a really damn big group, we kinda walked in groups. So it was Steven, Kianchuen, Joshua, Sijun, Simon, Jerome, Kevin and I together at the front. (I hope I didn't miss out anyone.) By the time we reached Lorong Chuan MRT station, we realized that the others weren't behind us and we started calling the others like Jianyuan, Saycheong and Ashwin. Kevin called Saycheong first and asked where they were. They said that they're at the Tao Huey shop (QUITE  a distance away from LC MRT). Seriously, it sounded damn random. SC said that Ashwin don't feel like going already and persuaded them to eat Taohuey then they decide. We were really DAMN SHOCKED. All of us were at a loss and Joshua said he feel like going home already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we felt really helpless, JY, SC and Ashwin started running to us while laughing away. TSK TSK! Slowly, the 3 girls came too. Then Grace ran up to me and said that she asked SC "Where's Nicholas? Where's Jerome?" SC replied "They went home already." And she got really sian-ed too. Another fellow victim! ROFL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the 16 of us took the train down to The Cathay to catch the Prince of Persia. IT'S REALLY NICE even though we had to pay for $9 instead of $6 because it's the eve of a Public Holiday. Besides, it's really fun to be going out with so many people. For the first time after so long, all the guys actually turned up for this outing! Even Weijie came from Pj and Simin came from home. I swear I was damn elated yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the movie, many of them left. So it was left with those people in the picture up there. We walked to Suntec to have our dinner. Weijie got really affected by me after I showed him this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S__KZTJm6dI/AAAAAAAAAig/nkF8PHnzaEI/s400/DSC01793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476318207891925458" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, so he jokingly ignored me for a while but after a while it was okay already. HEHE. We're still brothers right, Weijie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We went to Astons for dinner and it was Kevin's first time there. Dinner was pretty hasty 'cos we feel bad making the people queue with an empty stomach. BUT, I ate pretty slow. I was slower than Jerome and Saycheong and on par with Weikit! Woohoo, so proud of myself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After we left Astons, the healthy Weijie who didn't dine at Astons went to buy Subway (obviously a healthier choice). We asked him to refill my bottle with Barley too because all of our bottles were emptied and he did. Epic. What's more, Grace asked me to act cute at this child ride and so I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S__PPiOBEGI/AAAAAAAAAio/0s4-jLyo8Gs/s400/29109_404997604472_773004472_4149071_8130263_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476323537696395362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, thank you very much. I know I complement the cute airplane too. After Weijie got his food, we went off to the rooftop and LEPAK! Soon, we started singing good old songs. Like BACKSTREET BOYS! And omygee, so many of them never listen to their songs before. Deprived childhoood. Right, Jialiang? -.- Then Jl suggested going back to school to get a guitar and sing, I thought he went crazy. But, he ACTUALLY meant it. Gee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, Grace wanted to dance so JL, JY, Grace and I went aside (to hide ourselves from the public) and mass danced. Just for a short while though. I really lost the passion to mass dance already. I guess dancing Kpop dances are more fun. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Soon all of us headed home and we actually plan to meet out today. The plan kinda failed though. Oh well, I'm so happy now that Jerome is moving over TOMORROW! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-7521262428374026142?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/7521262428374026142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=7521262428374026142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/7521262428374026142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/7521262428374026142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/05/mye-is-overrrrr-okay-at-least-for-gp.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S_9hCeSCAoI/AAAAAAAAAiY/quJuiFIiGS8/s72-c/29109_404997609472_773004472_4149072_7387653_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-8067434173123052402</id><published>2010-05-23T21:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:37:58.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale as old as time~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm supposed to be working on my SGC now but I guess I shall blog first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;YESTERDAY~ (All my troubles seem so far away~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S_kyeZfFM4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/65T8-5Z1aSg/s400/DSC01783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474462319864263554" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;0921 had a mini 'class' outing and we chill-ed at Suntec's Harry's. It's really cool to be hanging out with y'all after so long. More of such outings, PLEASE! Anyway, we ordered 2 alcoholic drinks which Ashwin recommended. Sj wanted to order plain water after looking at the price. This is a trivial but all of us paid $3.70 EACH for these 2 cups of 'WATER'! *faints*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shortly after, Yy and Kevin came and opps, we had to go for.. DINNER! Dinner was pretty a rush. Sorry guys, I know I made y'all rush through the dinner. Initially, we wanted to reach VCH by 6:3o. Then Sj said that we should reach 5 minutes beforehand because most of the people would reach at 6:25. Anyway, we listened to Bee Gees for dinner and sang "Yesterday" by The Beatles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we finally reached VCH at 6:30. In the end, there weren't really anybody there except for Mingliang and friends. We only realize that seating starts at 7pm. Oh well, it's okay. WE MANAGED TO GET INTO THE CONCERT HALL FIRST ANYWAY! Woohoo~ But BOO! We took long to decide on the seats. Before long, seats started to get filled pretty fast and it seemed that we didn't really get a good seat. How ironic. TSK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joshua and I helped to 'chope' seats for Yc they all. He was sitting at one end while i sat at the other end of the row because I had to book seats for Zh too. Oh well, someone just had to remind me to book seats for them, huh? I guessed you dolled up so well but in the end, you attracted another guy's attention. It's so ROFL-ing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S_k5CVfGggI/AAAAAAAAAiI/oCMpUT82Jg4/s400/27778_396461235291_718250291_4431494_1644027_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474469534335664642" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the concert was a blast. I can't really appreciate choral music so Beauty And The Beast was really the highlight for me. Got totally perk up when "Belle" and "Be Our Guest" were sung. Some &lt;i&gt;spoon &lt;/i&gt;really cracked me up big time. Hehe. Good job, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wei Lin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;! You were so aweZome during the concert! Continue singing and being lifesohigh yea! *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH, did I mention? I love Gaston and Lumiere! They're damn good for their role! Poor Lumiere, he had to hold his arms in that position for so long. We can totally see his pain in his face. He looked constipated after a while. No offence! Oh, and of course the 2 main leads were cool. Belle's voice is really good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;"What's there, Mama~?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S_k71R4tdVI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/z_dlJuxkRIY/s400/DSC01831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474472608565917010" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 'class' went off to take quite a few more pictures before we walked to Clarke Quay and went to Plaza Sing's Mac. It was a late night out! I slept pretty late too. 2AM ++++++! NOT BAD RIGHT! I'm rather proud of myself for that. It's worthwhile anyway. It has been a good day, 220510! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, SGC time! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-8067434173123052402?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/8067434173123052402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=8067434173123052402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8067434173123052402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8067434173123052402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/05/tale-as-old-as-time.html' title='Tale as old as time~'/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S_kyeZfFM4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/65T8-5Z1aSg/s72-c/DSC01783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-5885947529167194829</id><published>2010-05-12T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T19:46:53.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S-qU025odLI/AAAAAAAAAh4/rLobqseouPw/s1600/28298_384084798870_730013870_4072036_2877300_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S-qU025odLI/AAAAAAAAAh4/rLobqseouPw/s400/28298_384084798870_730013870_4072036_2877300_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470348333206238386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I MISS BOYS' GEN SESSIONS! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I feel loved baby, I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-5885947529167194829?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/5885947529167194829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=5885947529167194829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/5885947529167194829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/5885947529167194829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-miss-boys-gen-sessions-i-feel-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S-qU025odLI/AAAAAAAAAh4/rLobqseouPw/s72-c/28298_384084798870_730013870_4072036_2877300_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-2266916801020064928</id><published>2010-05-08T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:10:00.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S-V7xcUr3UI/AAAAAAAAAhw/AiZ--bP5FU4/s1600/28916_10150176092845538_501627455537_12010586_6091588_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S-V7xcUr3UI/AAAAAAAAAhw/AiZ--bP5FU4/s400/28916_10150176092845538_501627455537_12010586_6091588_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468913411858095426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY! Boys Generation finally performed! So it was firstly for "Mother's" Day and then Get High session in school during common lunch break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were all quite looking forward to our first public performance until we realized that we were performing for Grannys and not literally our Mother's age group people. Other than Xplicit (another street dance group from NY) and us, the other performers were GE TAI singers! OMYGEE. Their hokkien songs really are the bomb! Oh well! We had shark fin for dinner though. Awesome! Our first performance wasn't really good because of lack of synchro and all. I was pretty disappointed but after some practices, our 2nd performance was really much better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the first and the last performance in school. I still remember how I started learning these dances in my room. I closed my door and my window, so that no one knows that this crazy fellow is actually trying to do something of this sort. I NEVER thought I would make it thus far. It's really cool, now to think of it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pretty ironic. After we had our first performance in school, we stopped dancing for future events already. Probably after A's yea? Dancing is really tiring anyway. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, I've more time for studies and for 0921! Really missed the great times we have as a class. More class outings soon okay! I promise I'll be as steady as I can. *winks* LOVE THE CLASS! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! And lastly, thank all of you for supporting BG. Thank you for joining the fanpage and coming down to support us at the Atrium! It means a lot to us. Love you, even if you're a stalker from Indonesia! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-2266916801020064928?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/2266916801020064928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=2266916801020064928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2266916801020064928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2266916801020064928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/05/yay-boys-generation-finally-performed.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S-V7xcUr3UI/AAAAAAAAAhw/AiZ--bP5FU4/s72-c/28916_10150176092845538_501627455537_12010586_6091588_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-4749934142545473037</id><published>2010-04-29T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:10:55.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Being with you has been always the happiest moment of my life. Although it's just the mere few hours every time, you've never fail to do wonders to me! I'll always treasure this time of my life. L-O-V-E! "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-4749934142545473037?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/4749934142545473037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=4749934142545473037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4749934142545473037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4749934142545473037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/04/being-with-you-has-been-always-happiest.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-3553244000810868501</id><published>2010-04-17T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:22:24.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S9WhlvNnTwI/AAAAAAAAAho/uq6ir6ssM0M/s1600/16042010324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S9WhlvNnTwI/AAAAAAAAAho/uq6ir6ssM0M/s400/16042010324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464451392584765186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DIV IS OVERRRRR! It's both good and bad though! Although we didn't perform well this year, at least it's over for now. Our teacher-in-charge was pretty kind to us and gave us $50 to celebrate for post A div. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, yesterday before we went off for A div. We got to know our PW results first before the others because we had to leave beforehand. So when we were training halfway, our teacher came to us with a piece of A4 paper and came to us. We immediately asked whether she knows about our PW results and she said she do. Then we were so impatient to ask her to divulge the results but then we got held back and asked whether our PW results would affect our performance during the match. Then she looked at the paper and showed the content of the paper and said "ALL A!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOAHHHHHHH! I tell you we went so crazy that we screamed and yell like nobody's business! Seriously, my entire body just can't stop jumping and all. I just couldn't believe it's real. Oh well, it didn't take long before we know that most of our friends in school achieved distinctions as well. Although we lost our match on that day, PW result made it worthwhile. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The team went to Suntec's Sakae Sushi for buffet which was our dinner. Chayadi had a few plates of Sushi and wanted to order Ramen. Then, he realized that it wasn't included in the Buffet and he confessed that he doesn't have a liking for Sushi. OMYGEE. After filling our stomach with those awesome Sushi, we went to pool at Marina Square! Oh oh oh, we used our $50 on it. Awesome, pool has never felt any better. Oh well, I didn't play much since I suck at it. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heart to heart talk outside Marina Square was really interesting when everyone starts talking about their own relationship. It was more like ranting from one of them, I wouldn't say who. Oh well! I reached home at 11+. Couldn't move a limb when I touched my comfy bed. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-3553244000810868501?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/3553244000810868501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=3553244000810868501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/3553244000810868501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/3553244000810868501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/04/div-is-overrrrr-its-both-good-and-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S9WhlvNnTwI/AAAAAAAAAho/uq6ir6ssM0M/s72-c/16042010324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-4057383318097480950</id><published>2010-04-12T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:03:46.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first is always the sweetest! I'm a happy boy today, hope you're too! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-4057383318097480950?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/4057383318097480950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=4057383318097480950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4057383318097480950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4057383318097480950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-is-always-sweetest-im-happy-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-4673263738982319547</id><published>2010-04-04T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T13:03:08.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqy4WkGPcw4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqy4WkGPcw4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Your words were so, so, so sweet.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2AM DAEBAK! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-4673263738982319547?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/4673263738982319547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=4673263738982319547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4673263738982319547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4673263738982319547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/04/your-words-were-so-so-so-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-6683264485958215256</id><published>2010-03-28T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:48:05.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm here to revive my blog! Well, perhaps for the time being. :X&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat was NAPHA and I ALMOST failed because of SBJ. The passing mark was 222cm and I kept jumping to 220 cm. Argh, I swear that jumping of 2cm has never been so torturous before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I surprised myself during the test for other stations. I improved in all my stations actually. HAHAS, YAY! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No early BMT for me! Woohoo~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I wouldn't be able to get such an achievement without &lt;i&gt;sugar&lt;/i&gt;! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-6683264485958215256?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/6683264485958215256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=6683264485958215256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6683264485958215256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6683264485958215256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-here-to-revive-my-blog-well-perhaps.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-8126864423457312427</id><published>2010-02-27T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T17:45:35.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S4jjmWGGvdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZyKFHh-70Fs/s1600-h/27206_501636985537_501627455537_10943625_542479_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S4jjmWGGvdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZyKFHh-70Fs/s400/27206_501636985537_501627455537_10943625_542479_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442850397582966226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bring to you Boys' Generation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the Student Council launched The One officially, I've been looking for like-minded individuals to dance to Kpop songs! Initially, I wanted to find 8 other people so it would be like SNSD (male version). But well, I couldn't find so many people in such a short amount of time. So it ended up like the current strength of 2PM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went on to watch the performances of Heartbeat and Gee and really scrutinize to every detail. Watching the performances over and over again. So off we went for the audition after hardcore training during the weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C2UAets4Ryg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C2UAets4Ryg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the next day, the bad news came to us that we didn't get in. I just had to know before my Econs lecture test. That day wasn't good for me. All of us were feeling down. You know you put in so much effort and it became null. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we created a fan page on FaceBook. Surprisingly, many people support us (well, we invited our friends to join.) It's comforting to know that although we didn't make it through, people still appreciate our &lt;s&gt;live&lt;/s&gt; performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-8126864423457312427?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/8126864423457312427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=8126864423457312427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8126864423457312427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8126864423457312427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-bring-to-you-boys-generation-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S4jjmWGGvdI/AAAAAAAAAhg/ZyKFHh-70Fs/s72-c/27206_501636985537_501627455537_10943625_542479_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-5284634495735016240</id><published>2010-02-15T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:08:34.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S3jyPFBtd8I/AAAAAAAAAhY/z35wpdhYQTg/s1600-h/so5xt0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S3jyPFBtd8I/AAAAAAAAAhY/z35wpdhYQTg/s400/so5xt0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438362890911184834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I've finally RECEIVED my SNSD's Oh! album! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I was over the moon when I received the album. And gee, the poster was so big. Now it's in front of my bed so I can see them everyday I wake up. Ah, what a good way to greet the new day right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, Nanyang's The One, an annual talent time event, is on 5th March. I've been finding people to participate with me as Boys Generation! Yes, we'll perform Gee. But it's not easy. I haven't meet them for a practice yet. So everything is uncertain and hopefully we'll pass the audition and get through to the 2nd round. Let us at least perform twice on stage okay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it folks. Talk to you later~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-5284634495735016240?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/5284634495735016240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=5284634495735016240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/5284634495735016240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/5284634495735016240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-lighter-note-ive-finally-received-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S3jyPFBtd8I/AAAAAAAAAhY/z35wpdhYQTg/s72-c/so5xt0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-6721391993043362740</id><published>2010-02-15T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:02:14.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S3jxQj1ZILI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/o5g5ZfYrsv4/s1600-h/resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S3jxQj1ZILI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/o5g5ZfYrsv4/s400/resized.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438361816849260722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is unusually boring this year. WHY?!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That aside, Weiling came up a Formula for being Nicholas' friend. It's quite accurate. So here it goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Formula for being Nicholas' friend: Talk about Kpop 24/7!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be his good friend: Talk about SNSD! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be his best friend: Talk how he'll marry Yuri!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww, isn't it true? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-6721391993043362740?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/6721391993043362740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=6721391993043362740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6721391993043362740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6721391993043362740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/02/chinese-new-year-is-unusually-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S3jxQj1ZILI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/o5g5ZfYrsv4/s72-c/resized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-2214326571143817940</id><published>2010-02-09T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:54:05.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! I finally got my hands on the Oh! album! :D Omygee, the album is so nice. It's like a photo book and the poster, my gosh, it's so big. I'm really satisfied. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="853" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoDWipXTu4I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoDWipXTu4I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="853" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;Shall put the album on replay mode! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-2214326571143817940?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/2214326571143817940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=2214326571143817940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2214326571143817940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2214326571143817940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/02/yay-i-finally-got-my-hands-on-oh-album.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-8979101499816469411</id><published>2010-02-07T10:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T10:54:11.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S24iXtqjrDI/AAAAAAAAAg4/cag02Fx_DV8/s400/19139_306976417958_723387958_4633790_7928201_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435319591073197106" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yancey 4 OEI! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orientation was a blast but I still prefer last year's. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Academic talk took over half of the day. By the time we got into ice breaker, all of them were pretty tired and not participative. :( Mass dance wasn't ideal 'cos my group has twice the number of girls than guys. So some of the girls end up partnering girls. In fact, most groups have more girls than guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the Sentosa Day! So all of us set off for Sentosa but we were split into 2 groups to go. Sadly. But it's okay, by the time we reached there, we had PIZZA! Man, I ate 2 people's share. But it was good. :D I think they enjoyed themselves for the station games. What's alarming is that, I DIDN'T GET TANNED! Argh, and I actually applied tanning oil. After the day ended, we went to Vivo Roof Top for dinner and man, there was this toy soldier marching band!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S24l3MJdBeI/AAAAAAAAAhA/IHIB88_sEJk/s400/18062_318523301981_531946981_4848391_2524530_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435323430366676450" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We literally went crazy. We danced beside them, cheered, and followed them to other places. We really thought that we're gonna be on the headlines the next day. And definitely being Stomp-ed! And probably, our principal might give a solemn talk to stop orientation with immediate effect with all the nuisance we caused. Oh well. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S24m8A5Ek-I/AAAAAAAAAhI/vw7ltuSDVhw/s400/19343_275844022012_731892012_3436410_5517338_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435324612756149218" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's mass dance and station games in the school. They learnt the entire 32nd Mass Dance that day which was really cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wet games Day! The OGLs joined in for some games. There was this gross bucket game that you've to stick your hand into this disgusting mixture of raw eggs and flour to pick out certain stuff. There was another one that you've to remember your opponent's name and call out his/her name before pouring the water at him/her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, the cheering competition was really intense. Unfortunately, I didn't join them 'cos I was at the training room for the dancing king and queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, we won for both Dancing King and Queen! Ah, so proud of them. And because we got a total 100k points for that, we won as the best tribe! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disco Night was quite a disappointment, it was only 30 minutes and they didn't play high songs. Bad Romance was only played because it was requested. Wth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-8979101499816469411?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/8979101499816469411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=8979101499816469411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8979101499816469411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8979101499816469411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/02/yancey-4-oei-d-orientation-was-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S24iXtqjrDI/AAAAAAAAAg4/cag02Fx_DV8/s72-c/19139_306976417958_723387958_4633790_7928201_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-1747432258281354766</id><published>2010-01-24T14:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:57:31.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's a total of 5 posts including this one. I blogged backwards so it's easier to refer. So read this post first! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;26th Dec:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent the whole day taking flights, transiting at Hong Kong then to Incheon International Airport. After reaching at Korea's airport, I saw this young man dressed in a suit shouting 'ANEYOHASAEYO!' so enthusiastically. I was stunned by his young age and I was wondering if he was our tour guide. If he were, THAT WOULD BE DARN AWESOME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1vlaIXVdRI/AAAAAAAAAgI/bh0mh_O-1Ec/s400/DSC01917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430186012809983250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup, he's the one beside me. I thought he was quite good-looking, isn't he? Later, we found out that he's our photographer and in fact, he's a university student who's working to pay for the hefty school fees. How cool huh? He don't earn quite a lot. For every picture he sell, the profit is split with the company in 50:50 ratio. That sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;27th Dec:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woke up early in the morning and we went off to Everland Amusement Park. Okay, although we can take unlimited rides, my family only take 2 rides. First was the Safari one which everyone went for it and the 2nd one was the Viking Ship. Man, the latter was awesome. I feel my heart pounding out from my body. Oh yes, the ride attendant serves as a commentator for the ride as well. Too bad I don't understand their native language. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1vnTIQcZRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/wnmgljPjJk0/s400/DSC01530.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430188091545249042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Panda on its feet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, after Everland, it was a long journey to Yongpyong, the ski resort!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1vp3HhNFmI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Lb0WKJUPXOY/s400/DSC01576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430190908845659746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1vsi6UbD5I/AAAAAAAAAgg/X6f8sr0y2jQ/s400/DSC01641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430193860239888274" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;F(x)'s Sul Li at the left and Krystal at the right. Fanboys went crazy when they were emcee-ing. Shouting their names just trying to make eye contact with them and hoping them to wave at them. Well, Sul Li did wave at them and smiled. Woah, I tell you. It made the situation more wild. She made Krystal damn dao. And yea, I find she's damn dao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1vubRw60UI/AAAAAAAAAgo/sbYpPdEzpt4/s400/DSC01643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430195928117727554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Their Chu~ performance was a blast as usual. Much better to see them performing live. It's worth the wait and the chill. The temperature dropped from -8 degrees to -12 degrees while I watch the few performances before them. I couldn't bear any longer to wait for 4Minute's performance. I don't understand how can the audience sit on those plastic chairs and don't feel a thing. They still can enjoy the music and all. Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-1747432258281354766?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/1747432258281354766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=1747432258281354766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1747432258281354766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1747432258281354766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-total-of-5-posts-including-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1vlaIXVdRI/AAAAAAAAAgI/bh0mh_O-1Ec/s72-c/DSC01917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-2833023108366770560</id><published>2010-01-23T21:42:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:00:53.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;28th Dec:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is by far the most exciting day in the trip. After breakfast, everyone were equipped with Skiing equipment. Gosh, the shoes and the boards were damn heavy. I hardly can manage them myself carrying both at once. Gee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1r-ibcLOdI/AAAAAAAAAew/uQ200WQqRCM/s400/DSC01664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429932168183495122" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fully equipped! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1sCE7CPykI/AAAAAAAAAe4/wha0EO-XHmg/s400/DSC01667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429936059315112514" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Preparing for the crash course for skiing. The instructor just teach us for 10 minutes. Wth right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1sDfPNqZnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/a3iRx9xAiDw/s400/DSC01672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429937610919929458" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first attempt after 8 years. It's fun but very tiring. Wait, I need to emphasize the tiring part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;IT'S VERY TIRING!?! The skiing process takes like 10 seconds? But the climbing up part takes like 10 minutes! Wah, I tell you. After climbing up to the spot, I just don't feel like skiing down yet since I've to climb my way up again later. If only I'm good enough to take the cable car up to the peak and ski my way down. THAT WOULD BE SO MUCH FUN! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1sNll1VfnI/AAAAAAAAAfI/NFdRHpv6Zjc/s400/DSC01675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429948715187404402" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is how you defend yourself from the -12 degrees and the ultra imba wind which decrease the temperature with 5 degrees or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1sRX9iz6AI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/vzqA51bbrBc/s400/DSC01713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429952879080499202" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LOL. Since it was the set for the famous korean drama 'Winter Sonata', they had a summary for each chapter drawn up in these boards. Quite impressive actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1sTBXBIr-I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bkV5-aGe9jY/s400/DSC01721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429954689804840930" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what you do when you feel like being in a poster. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1sjbdFhUjI/AAAAAAAAAfg/CzHxHBcFycE/s400/DSC01745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429972730296488498" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is what they mean by impromptu ice-skating. They can do that almost wherever they want. :( AND IT'S FREE. No rental or skates whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next off, we went to the Hot Spring! This destination was really fun. Okay, basically there are 2 sections of hot springs. There is one for family activities. There are jacuzzi, sauna and this tsunami thing like the one at Wild Wild Wet! There's indoor and outdoor section within this family section. The outdoor one has an olympic sized pool and jacuzzi. Man, it was darn freezing! Imagine going out at -10 degrees just with your swimming trunks. GEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, the other section which the tour guide strongly recommend us to go. It's the real hot spring that we're talking about. No kiddy water rides. It's not for the faint-hearted 'cos you have to strip naked to go to that section. It's much smaller than the family section and duh, men and women are separated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So after exploring the entire family section, I asked my Dad whether he was interested to venture that area. After rejecting me, I went off and find the tour guide. So he taught me how to really enjoy the hot spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1st: Dip yourself at the 44 degrees of water (It's scorching hot) until you manage to dive your face in it and find that the temperature is bearable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2nd: Enter the 74 degrees sauna which has bags of TCM herbs. The temperature is hot enough to allow the smell of herbs to fill the air. In here, you sweat like nobody's business. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3rd: Dip yourself in the 18 degrees water. Wah, it's bloody cold. When you put your head in the water for a few moments, you'll start to get dizzy. But the tour guide said that it's normal. After you sit there for a while, you'll understand what's relaxation. S-H-I-O-K!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, just keep repeating these steps until you feel that it's time to go. Sigh, only YR's father and I went that section. The others missed out the fun. :( There aren't pictures for this place for obvious reason. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dinner was at some seafood restaurant which is situated just beside the sea. So the seafood is really fresh from the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1vSypqY34I/AAAAAAAAAfo/0c7HwtTPwd4/s400/DSC01747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430165543344201602" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can tell that I'm really tired from my eyes. Or at least, to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1veeUBHYVI/AAAAAAAAAfw/FUWidDuWdPg/s400/DSC01751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430178388076093778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes, we manage to taste live squid. It's gross. When I pose for this picture, the tentacles were wriggling in my mouth on its own free wild. After that, the waitress slice it for me with the scissors on her hand. BUT, it still move vigorously in my mouth. And the spores on the tentacles would suck on my tongue and other parts of my mouth, making it so tough to chew it and swallow it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that, we bought fireworks and played! Lol, of course it ain't those you see during countdown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1vgCmzblYI/AAAAAAAAAf4/NnKAVYh0vmg/s400/DSC01756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430180111105889666" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then, it was 'hotel sweet hotel'. This night was rather special because unlike the other nights which we slept on beds, that night we slept on mattresses on the floor. It's called 'tatami'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1vhVBjGu7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/vJcIkPmVQbU/s400/DSC01769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430181527034444722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's quite comfy actually. There's a heater on the floor, so that's how we're kept warm. Anyway, according to my Mum, I slept the most soundly that night. Skiing + Hot Spring = Shag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-2833023108366770560?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/2833023108366770560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=2833023108366770560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2833023108366770560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2833023108366770560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/01/28th-dec-this-is-by-far-most-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1r-ibcLOdI/AAAAAAAAAew/uQ200WQqRCM/s72-c/DSC01664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-8168912523873981891</id><published>2010-01-22T22:42:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:08:03.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;29th Dec:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally reached Seoul! Oh, there is a real drastic difference between Seoul and the other parts of Korea that I went to. There are a significant increase in skyscrapers and cars. The number of cars was so alarming that it causes a jam wherever we go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had Ginseng Chicken with Glutinous Rice in the chicken. It was awesome man. Damn tasty. We had a taste of alcohol made from Ginseng too. It was too strong for me though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1m70_4CUlI/AAAAAAAAAeI/LZdJwZ411E4/s400/DSC01805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429577344945902162" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1m8P0o04JI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/AH4tbFZ82Pk/s400/DSC01808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429577805785784466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next, we went to learn to make KIMCHI! Woohoo~ Every meal, there will definitely be a dish of Kimchi made ready on the table and it's free flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1m_Zpc7VuI/AAAAAAAAAeY/f_t_k_aSGbM/s400/DSC01813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429581273116661474" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It was pretty fun doing it. But it was just an experience, it isn't really tough. Basically you just need to mix everything together and wrap it. So yea, and they would donate these Kimchi we make to the nearby orphanages. Cool isn't it? At least we did charitable acts in the process!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination: none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1p5xs6-wfI/AAAAAAAAAeg/XFI4HNNHl2Y/s400/DSC01889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429786195527647730" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lotte World wasn't bad but we didn't have time to queue those rides. So after walking one round of the amusement park, we sat down and had snacks instead. But there's this huge ice skating rink at the basement. Gee, it made me really wanna skate on it. SIGH. Obviously I didn't. I couldn't decipher what it was writing on the price board in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1p9y9909_I/AAAAAAAAAeo/Tvob99e60fA/s400/DSC01852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429790615329372146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1vwgZ1NtWI/AAAAAAAAAgw/_IcraegROsM/s400/DSC01915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430198215205827938" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is how the room at Seoul's hotel looks like. They have a couple of desktops free to use in each room. The toilet bowl is much more high tech than ours. You can wash your ass and dry it without moving an inch. But of course, if you don't know how to use since they are all in korean, you'll flood the entire toilet. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And oh yes, the tv is a Full-HD LCD TV and man, its stereo surround is awesomely cool. :D&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-8168912523873981891?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/8168912523873981891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=8168912523873981891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8168912523873981891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8168912523873981891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/01/29th-dec-finally-reached-seoul-oh-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1m70_4CUlI/AAAAAAAAAeI/LZdJwZ411E4/s72-c/DSC01805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-2418728196594600322</id><published>2010-01-22T22:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:08:33.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>30th Dec:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a bad day. After the breakfast, I vomited and had diarrhea for pretty much the rest of the day. AND I missed the shopping at Dongdaemyun, Namdaemyun and some other place. ARGH! But they said that there weren't much to buy since the schedule was pretty tight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT BUT BUT, WL said that there was this CD shop that has literally a shrine full of SNSD stuff! OMYGEE! Why was I sick man? WAE?! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I was really thankful, YR and WL got me the SNSD's Genie album for me. I was pretty touched. No, I was REALLY TOUCHED. If I weren't sick, I would've hug and kiss them for buying it for me. My hand was trembling then I saw it. It's like, 'Omygosh, I finally lay my hands on it'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea, my family cabbed back to the hotel after lunch and stayed in the hotel till the next morning. I was feeling so sick my head hurts after waking up in the night. I was feeling really down and sickish until...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UNTIL...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I SAW SNSD PERFORMING 'GEE' AT GAYO DAEJUN LIVE BROADCAST ON TV!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;GEE GEE GEE GEE BABY BABY BABY! I literally got so energized and sang along with them. My sickness seems to go away then. Oh man, they do wonders~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-2418728196594600322?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/2418728196594600322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=2418728196594600322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2418728196594600322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2418728196594600322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/01/30th-dec-its-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-1834013096276143455</id><published>2010-01-22T21:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:09:10.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1mwk0TIEjI/AAAAAAAAAeA/OQj_HYWLUWs/s1600-h/DSC01925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1mwk0TIEjI/AAAAAAAAAeA/OQj_HYWLUWs/s400/DSC01925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429564972332487218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;31st Dec:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt slightly better today. Woke up damn early just for the flight. We went to some restaurant in Incheon for breakfast. Udon noodles. It was nice, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but insufficient for me. HAHAS. Then we did some last minute shopping of tidbits by that building. Although we weren't exactly late when we arrived at the airport. But the tour leader delayed it even further as he allocate the seats for us to sit with our family. That MADE us wait for years. Since it was an early flight, we didn't expect a huge crowd in front of the gantry where there's security guards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we knew it, it was another marathon to the gate. WE WERE LATE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike Singapore, we need to take the LRT-like train to our gate. It was pretty fast though. But the waiting time made us panic. It was the first time the tour group became so united. AT TIMES LIKE THIS! LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After alighting, we couldn't calm down after we saw our gate was all the way at the end of the airport. Then, YR and I made use of this opportunity to race to the gate. DARN FUN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMYGEE, it was like Mission Impossible. I wanna relive that moment again. Running to the gates, the thrill is indescribable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were wondering what would happen if we missed the flight. I don't mind staying at Korea for another night or nightS but the tour agency is gonna face a huge problem in refunding us and the accommodation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon reaching Hong Kong, we checked in and we went for countdown at Tsimtsatsui. Omygee, it was damn crowded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1mumG8bqLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/WGejlaIA9oI/s400/DSC01928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429562795494189234" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roads have to be closed and they need to take a huge detour to go to the sea side to see the fireworks at 12am. We didn't manage to persevere  till new year's day though. The wind was darn chilly. But I've to say, it was quite worthwhile seeing the Christmas decorations on the buildings. Oh, and the fireworks are set off from the buildings like how Beijing 101 tower does. Awesome huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1mvb8vu0RI/AAAAAAAAAd4/j0Acf4ZgIY8/s400/DSC01927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429563720469500178" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-1834013096276143455?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/1834013096276143455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=1834013096276143455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1834013096276143455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1834013096276143455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/01/31st-dec-i-felt-slightly-better-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/S1mwk0TIEjI/AAAAAAAAAeA/OQj_HYWLUWs/s72-c/DSC01925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-4454271005754070099</id><published>2010-01-22T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:56:51.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BLOCK TEST IS OVER! Woohoo~ It didn't end well though since Physics was pretty a pain in the ass. Screw you Physics. Alright, I'll start posting about my Korea trip and Immersion in a bit! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-4454271005754070099?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/4454271005754070099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=4454271005754070099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4454271005754070099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4454271005754070099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/01/block-test-is-over-woohoo-it-didnt-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-1516067875129073358</id><published>2010-01-17T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:21:29.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry! Guess I was too busy. I'll be on hiatus until after block test, which is after the coming Friday! I'm keeping my fingers crossed. Hopefully, I don't screw it up badly. Don't wanna jeopardize my opportunity to be an OGL. Wish me luck! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-1516067875129073358?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/1516067875129073358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=1516067875129073358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1516067875129073358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1516067875129073358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorry-guess-i-was-too-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-330145386773483240</id><published>2009-12-24T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T18:19:37.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gnEmS7XHbmg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gnEmS7XHbmg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Seoul&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HO HO HO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-330145386773483240?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/330145386773483240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=330145386773483240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/330145386773483240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/330145386773483240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-more-days-to-seoul-d-and-of-course.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-2289603477744465496</id><published>2009-12-16T15:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:13:52.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SyiGzrxRWtI/AAAAAAAAAdo/zrERZgWIcYc/s1600-h/12633_201893036093_747576093_3295210_4243418_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SyiGzrxRWtI/AAAAAAAAAdo/zrERZgWIcYc/s400/12633_201893036093_747576093_3295210_4243418_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415726774393854674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"I wanted to kill the hottest guy in town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But I just realized that committing suicide is an offence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-Ruben Peramagantan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woohoo~ The play count for 'Gee' has exceeded 100 in my iTunes library. Yay, Christmas is coming and after that, I shall fly to see SNSD in person! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-2289603477744465496?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/2289603477744465496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=2289603477744465496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2289603477744465496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2289603477744465496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wanted-to-kill-hottest-guy-in-town.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SyiGzrxRWtI/AAAAAAAAAdo/zrERZgWIcYc/s72-c/12633_201893036093_747576093_3295210_4243418_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-752180436339988420</id><published>2009-12-05T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:24:36.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/Sxk3qcJ9RqI/AAAAAAAAAdg/alo1c5zfi9s/s1600-h/ec9ca0eba6aced8faceca68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/Sxk3qcJ9RqI/AAAAAAAAAdg/alo1c5zfi9s/s400/ec9ca0eba6aced8faceca68.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411417629514352290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KWON YURI! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I don't think she'll see this post and if so, she won't understand. Oh well, you've turned 20 and you better be more matured. Wait, that means that you won't be that interesting anymore. Alright, scratch that. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring more fun and laughter to SNSD and your fans and of course your family! Stay healthy and stay YURISISTABLE! Hwaiting! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Tell Me Your (Birthday) Wish! [Sowaneul Mahalbwa!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/Sxk2GqczDqI/AAAAAAAAAdY/TypsS4uwnDU/s400/e384b2ec9ca0eba6aceb9e9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411415915364552354" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-752180436339988420?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/752180436339988420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=752180436339988420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/752180436339988420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/752180436339988420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-kwon-yuri-d-okay-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/Sxk3qcJ9RqI/AAAAAAAAAdg/alo1c5zfi9s/s72-c/ec9ca0eba6aced8faceca68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-4713796648798999618</id><published>2009-12-02T21:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:36:50.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bKtvDv7eykg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bKtvDv7eykg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gosh, 2PM is the bomb man. After SNSD of course. :P Gee, their new look is so cool. I so wanna get Wooyoung's hairstyle.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/Sxev300RnjI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/rK92bxIk6Zc/s400/4090659877_968dcfa68a_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410986850914508338" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SxZuPBku7lI/AAAAAAAAAdI/13Xak5PkJuc/s400/20091113000343_0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410633206731828818" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-4713796648798999618?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/4713796648798999618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=4713796648798999618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4713796648798999618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4713796648798999618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/12/gosh-2pm-is-bomb-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/Sxev300RnjI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/rK92bxIk6Zc/s72-c/4090659877_968dcfa68a_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-4779320248724248984</id><published>2009-12-02T10:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:19:21.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SxXNSNsGmII/AAAAAAAAAcw/1N0i7NND58s/s400/11144_188318252630_564372630_3009939_7650673_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410456240151500930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When guys turn gay. Oh well, I shan't comment on it since I'm the one who provided the title. Hehe. The next picture would be self-explanatory. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SxXNn6-UCOI/AAAAAAAAAc4/1MlsnKya_kY/s400/11144_188318232630_564372630_3009936_2331162_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410456613084727522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That was the day I discovered the wonders of Cheese Mussels. They are the best thing BBQ can get for you man. Well, it seemed that the girls didn't enjoy it very much. It's not disgusting at all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh well, we were having fun playing around while BBQ-ing until a shoe flew and landed next to the BBQ pit. Soon after, a teenage boy came running saying 'sorry' all the way until he get his shoe back. We were stunned and aren't sure whether the shoe attacked the food. It was Chicken Wings for Yuri's sake. Anyway, those wings turned charred and I was the only one who tried to savage the wastage of food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we finish packing up the food and give the leftover stuff to the group of people who threw their shoe, we meet Catherine at Mac. In the end, no one stayed overnight. Hahas. But we came to a conclusion, Fengrong should be in charge of CT Congress if there's one. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-4779320248724248984?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/4779320248724248984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=4779320248724248984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4779320248724248984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4779320248724248984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-guys-turn-gay.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SxXNSNsGmII/AAAAAAAAAcw/1N0i7NND58s/s72-c/11144_188318252630_564372630_3009939_7650673_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-1816432518612506532</id><published>2009-11-24T19:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:08:39.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/Swu-o_6ZRmI/AAAAAAAAAb4/HKuTHT8nsWk/s400/DSC01485.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407625389148816994" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels awesome whenever you aren't the one footing the bill. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lonely me waited for an hour at City Hall yesterday. Oh well, it pays well to be early. So it was finally a treat that Mr Tan promised if we get A1s for 'O' Level Music. Yulin waited a year longer than me for this treat. Oh well, I still owe her a treat. :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Mr Tan chose this restaurant called 'Cafeteria' and GEE, their servings are huge! I guess it's really worth the money compared with other restaurants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SwvCSpoA-QI/AAAAAAAAAcA/nB3iBBqto60/s400/DSC01479.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407629403255535874" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had this for starters. It's some mini prawns that we can eat with the shell. Oh yea, it's so tough squeezing the lemon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SwvDZMQ4cfI/AAAAAAAAAcI/tck3onmu9Ps/s400/DSC01483.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407630615144591858" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was MINE! It's a Sausage dish. Looks pretty much like a snail shell at first sight. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SwvHp6_Qe1I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/tfjliphh4YQ/s400/DSC01484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407635300611554130" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was Yulin's. It's a really huge Pork Cutlet. She almost couldn't finish. Oh yes, I forgot to take Mr Tan's Salmon dish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a full stomach, we went to Harry's to chill. OMYGEE, it's a freaking cool place to chill out. Sit around there and talk cock for hours and hours and hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SwvJMZDVKeI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Hr-wau-spjY/s400/DSC01505.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407636992308881890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SwvJrcETq4I/AAAAAAAAAcg/w_ZAKptYLPI/s400/DSC01501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407637525694229378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup, it's a place where ang moh executives chill. Lol, high class pub la. We sat there when the Sun was still shining brightly until it called it a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SwvLacxkbYI/AAAAAAAAAco/ic8knn2xiXo/s400/DSC01509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407639432849550722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nice, I really like the treat. Thanks Papa Haydn! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-1816432518612506532?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/1816432518612506532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=1816432518612506532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1816432518612506532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1816432518612506532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-feels-awesome-whenever-you-arent-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/Swu-o_6ZRmI/AAAAAAAAAb4/HKuTHT8nsWk/s72-c/DSC01485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-920797544004681704</id><published>2009-11-19T22:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:51:15.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SwVV_mwDiQI/AAAAAAAAAbw/seTGP_Q520U/s400/DSC01471.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405821478950373634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I tell you TABOO is really the ultimate board game! Alright, so JK and I went to get a balloon "Be Mine" for WJ (she's holding it in the picture). It was JK's idea to embarrass her by letting her to take the balloon wherever she goes. So yup. JK and I went to SRJC to pick the lucky Ruben up and walked around the school. I think many of the students gave us weird stares since we were in NY's uniform. LOL. Oh well, we didn't care. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;After getting the balloon from the super random place, we went on to SAJC to pick WJ up. LOL, it seemed like it was a mini JC expedition. By the time we reached Potong Pasir, WJ was already tired of waiting. HEHE. As we were walking towards SA, I saw PZ and yelled at her across the road. She didn't hear but her friends did. I quickly squat down by the road and it just happened that there was a car beside me to block me. Poor JK who was holding the balloon and the prominent Ruben. I guess they really felt embarrassed. After that, PZ ran across the road and joined us. It was quite impromptu. I like! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;After meeting WJ, we braved the storms to Mind Cafe and had our lunch. We were famished by then. We tried quite a few games until we realized the wonders of TABOO! Check out the videos at Facebook! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-920797544004681704?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/920797544004681704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=920797544004681704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/920797544004681704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/920797544004681704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-tell-you-taboo-is-really-ultimate.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SwVV_mwDiQI/AAAAAAAAAbw/seTGP_Q520U/s72-c/DSC01471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-9103001745322868918</id><published>2009-11-12T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:07:27.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT TO ICE SKATE ICE SKATE ICE SKATE ICE SKATE ICE SKATE ICE SKATE!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, enough of it. But still, I WANT TO ICE SKATE! Darn, why is there only one Ice Skating Rink in Singapore? What's worse, it's so far away that I think I need to bring my passport along to pass through the customs to reach Kallang! NEVER-THE-LESS, if anyone wants to ask me out and is clueless of where to go, do not fret! Ice Skating would be the answer! Oh well, why don't it snow (foam) like Jurong's? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like a kid again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. I love you too. :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-9103001745322868918?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/9103001745322868918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=9103001745322868918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/9103001745322868918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/9103001745322868918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-to-ice-skate-ice-skate-ice-skate.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-8307797291806735772</id><published>2009-11-08T11:50:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T13:37:03.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As the days fly pass, the notes in my wallet gradually decrease. FOOD EXPEDITION really drains much money from my wallet. :( Oh well, so we had a new comrade who joined us yesterday, Kian Chuen. It was a pleasant surprise.Alright, so before we embarked on the FOOD EXPEDITION, my PW group went to Hougang Mall to eat Guilinggao and then bought one bowl of it to let the examiners try on that day. How &lt;s&gt;sweet&lt;/s&gt; bitter isn't it?  Then Amelia went on to eat Soft Boiled eggs for the first time at Ya Kun. I think it was a good experience for her. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I went home to put my bag, Jian Yuan and I went back to Lorong Chuan to wait for them. They really need to understand the word "Punctuality". I think it'll do a great deal in the future. So off we went to Marymount for LONG HOUSE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we didn't know the place well, we toured a quarter of Thomson Road before reaching LONG HOUSE. Then as we reach the traffic junction, the green man was blinking and there were only a few seconds left. Weijie didn't have any second thought and ran for it. Well, obviously we stayed there like block of stones and stunned as we see him running across the long stretch of road. So he was waiting for us and what caught his attention?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SvZDv6Q7MAI/AAAAAAAAAaw/W4aXANnrJLE/s400/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401579293450645506" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAHAHAHAS. Yea, he was captivated by the signboard himself. We didn't instruct him to do that. Oh well, that was EPIC. We were laughing our hearts out at the other side of the road when we saw him doing that. HEHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SvZGeGKJP-I/AAAAAAAAAa4/CpTu0Xtul6s/s400/IMG_0124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401582285940670434" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup, so we ordered these few dishes. The duck was REALLY ex. I guess Weijie went to ask for duck meat for 5 people. Gosh, it was $20+++. Each person paid $7.90 thanks to the meat. Hahas, nevertheless, it's still worthwhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SvZJTweRSmI/AAAAAAAAAbA/IkYmqkbV3DA/s400/IMG_0126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401585406855694946" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So this is the end product. Gosh, I wasn't pretty much full before I realized everything was finished. We were like hungry wolfs scavenging for food eagerly. We really finished the food instantly. Then we had to resort to finding meat from the cucumbers and herbs from the duck meat herbal chicken respectively. Oh well, that's how guys eat. Wait, they don't. There isn't a word to describe the extent of how barbaric they eat. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SvZLges2f8I/AAAAAAAAAbY/dTdS5my0PUs/s400/IMG_0134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401587824446570434" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yea, we finally had a group photo. Weijie was supposed to ask the 2 girls sitting at the next table to take a group photo of use. He mistook as we dared him to take a picture with the girls. Why on Earth would we allow such a good opportunity for him? So I went off to ask the girls to help us take a picture. Sigh, no kick. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SvZWAhikR2I/AAAAAAAAAbg/eQjn93CiPPY/s400/IMG_0137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401599370080831330" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This cost $17.90. 8 scoops with 6 toppings. Not bad, it's quite worth the money. And surprisingly, most of them dislike Durian. Omygee, they don't know what's good for them. Oh well, they left the best for me and I like it. I should have ordered 8 scoops of durian!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SvZW1RYOxKI/AAAAAAAAAbo/zxlTDcA9fJU/s400/IMG_0145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401600276275578018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we chilled out there for a few hours. It's a really cool place to hang out and talk about grandmother's stories. It was really quiet initially, just a few people in the shop. Then suddenly, people just came flooding in. Then, we felt obliged to leave since we finished our ice cream decades ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It seems that the FOOD EXPEDITION is attracting more people and building its army well. I'm looking forward to Tuesday. Now, the entire class seems to be interested to be part of this physical and mental challenging journey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-8307797291806735772?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/8307797291806735772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=8307797291806735772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8307797291806735772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8307797291806735772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-days-fly-pass-notes-in-my-wallet.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SvZDv6Q7MAI/AAAAAAAAAaw/W4aXANnrJLE/s72-c/IMG_0115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-6111437217681467302</id><published>2009-11-06T23:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:29:31.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's the 5th day since the start of Food Expedition! Alright, we went to Chinatown yesterday intending to eat Claypot Rice after school. We braved the storms from Outram Park Station to the Hawker Centre, just to realize that it was much nearer to walk from Chinatown station. Oh well, that wasn't the worst. Then, we spent much time going in circles just to realize that the shop rest on every Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Waseh, I tell you. That kind of agony is indescribable. We thought nothing can stop us from eating it, including the rain. SIGH. So we went to eat some popular Fish Head instead. Initially, one Auntie came over and promoted her Fish Head but we went over to order from a bigger store. Then after we ordered, she came over and moan and said that her store was cheaper and better. Oh well, stiff competition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The food was good and all, except that most of us don't know how to eat Fish Head. We had to ask the Auntie over and ask her to teach us how to eat. HOW EPIC! When I thought we were done with the Fish, Jerome and Jia Liang went on for treasure hunt with the Fish. Poor Fish Head, it got humiliated and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They practically eat anything from the Fish Head including some squishy substances. Trust me, they would survive well for Fear Factor. Oh yes, Jerome was savoring his eye ball while Say Cheong and I cringed. Then, they started to give disgusting parts of the Fish Head to each another. GROSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, we went to Chinatown again to eat the Claypot Rice. Thankfully, God seems to be touched by our sincerity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SvQ6qP46X_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/5JwncamJlUk/s400/IMG_0102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401006350618222578" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This big bowl cost $20 and 6 of us shared it including a freeloader. LOL. We had a hard time stirring it until another Auntie from the next table came over and taught us to put the chicken on another plate first before stirring. Omygee, we are just like noobs scavenging for food. So we all ate happily until the bottom part of the rice- the most unhealthy part yet delicious for some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SvRJ4tqHoTI/AAAAAAAAAaI/TC1RDd3Kt30/s400/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401023091801825586" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It literally looks like a bowl of rice with Carbon in it. Moreover, it's H-A-R-D! Sijun had a tough time scrapping this bowl of rice until some Aunties walked past and commented that we shouldn't eat until like that. Then came along the Claypot Auntie who came over and said that 'Ah Boy, don't do that! You're spoiling the Claypot!' LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SvRKt34s6YI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/PglIwoNc6nk/s400/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401024005080410498" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, that is our end product. EH, it's not easy to scrap the rice until this standard okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SvRNeLPHrcI/AAAAAAAAAao/JApjCTpOFrM/s400/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401027033931689410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Freeloader! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahas, then we left for dessert!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SvRLOyszA0I/AAAAAAAAAaY/tj9wd_9A5_8/s400/IMG_0109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401024570623984450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;YAY! Isn't it mouth-watering just to look at it? Gosh, I'm really liking the Food Expedition project. All of them don't believe that the Water Chestnut Cake is nice until they tried it. Oh well, and they wanted Guilinggao again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SvRMZE-rvKI/AAAAAAAAAag/9ynmlNDxm3c/s400/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401025846841162914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the Shop assistant argued that Guilinggao aren't literally made from Turtles. Oh well, we did research to substantiate our stand! Muahahaha. This one wasn't as good as Hougang Mall's one though. And yes, it's vegetarian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-6111437217681467302?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/6111437217681467302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=6111437217681467302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6111437217681467302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6111437217681467302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-5th-day-since-start-of-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SvQ6qP46X_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/5JwncamJlUk/s72-c/IMG_0102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-9045264992666273410</id><published>2009-10-31T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:25:58.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And since I didn't have dinner, I'm hungry now! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-9045264992666273410?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/9045264992666273410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=9045264992666273410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/9045264992666273410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/9045264992666273410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-since-i-didnt-have-dinner-im-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-3803714642512094732</id><published>2009-10-30T23:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:20:31.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SusQkFwVFkI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6M4TlqZYv1c/s400/this-is-it-poster.jpg'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After school yesterday, the few of us chiong-ed to Plaza Singapura for Megan since Jerome is a die-hard fan of hers. Well, generally it is pr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;etty much porn. Just that before she reveals R-21 stuff, she turns into a gross monster and start to feed on the horny bastard. Hahas, the plot is rather spastic. Hang on, the entire show is spastic. But yea, I guess it is attractive to the guys only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then comes today. TODAY IS THE MOST EPIC DAY PROBABLY OF THE ENTIRE YEAR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was 2pm going to 3 pm when we leave school. Jialiang, Jianyuan, Ashwin, Jerome and I were intending to head home until Jialiang and Jerome suggesting to go and have lunch. Then, our spastic Ashwin suggested going Kovan for their superb Beef Noodle. When we reach Lorong Chuan, we ran to get onto the train towards Bartley. It seemed like Mission Impossible as our adrenaline rush pushed us forward to the closing doors. Before we can catch our breath, we saw our dear Ashwin standing before the door. BUT, he's at the other side of the door. The train started moving and we laughed at the helpless sight of him waiting for the next train. ROFL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when we wanted to eat our Beef Noodle, Ashwin dropped his s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poon to the chilli. Jy couldn't help but to follow suit. A small amount of Jerome's rice was scattered on the table and I dropped my tray on the floor in attempt to place it on another table. ROFL, everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; happened one after another in order. EPIC FAIL 1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, because they were so affected by my PW topic and they dec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ided to taste how Guilinggao is like. After knowing that it cost $5 per bowl, they chickened out and realized Tau Hway was a much better choice. So off we went to the hawker centre and grabbed a bowl of Selegie Bean curd for a dollar. :P I guess they were still curious how Guillinggao taste after that. So Ashwin insisted on going to Hougang Mall for Guilinggao even though it cost $5. Jialiang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; thought we were crazy and went home. 1 down, 4 to go. It's just like the survival series. That marked the official start of our Food Expedition!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jianyuan gave up on going home since it's so far away from his house and decided to give in to us. It was the first time he didn't mind going further than Kovan from Harbourfront. HAHAS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; He didn't make the wrong move obviously. So, off we went to Hougang Mall. I met quite a few people. First, I met Lixia on the train and I asked them if I were to talk to that 'stranger', would I be in for a treat. But I guess they suspected that she was my friend so they only agre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ed to give me a dollar for doing it (which they haven't give me). So I said 'Hi!' of course. Then after that, I saw Ernest and Rong Kai as well. Hahas, Hougang Mall = Bowen Area huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SusOij5enRI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qLSk1dwVuKU/s400/IMG_0096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398424565248335122" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SusODGMwBwI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_s-tFg6usbA/s400/IMG_0095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398424024700159746" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL. And we're supposed to conserve these turtles who are used to make these Guilinggao. But rest assured, these Guilinggao are vegetarian. Hahas, so  Ashwin's and Jerome tried Guilinggao for the very first time. Jerome had that bitter look after swallowing the first mouthful of Guilinggao without honey. LOL. So all of us shared a bowl of it which cost $7 instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you realized, the destination we goes to has a trend. It's towards Punggol direction and we stop at every stop. Obviously, there isn't anything at Buangkok. So we went to Sengkang instead. Guess what we had there! YA-KUN! LOL. Each of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; us ordered a toast set. By then, I was quite full already. But still, I managed to finish the set. HAHAS. I felt that I gained 2kg or more. Before we wanna go Punggol, we realized that we ran out of money for more food. We thought of asking Wei Kit to join us since he stay in the vicinity and he can provide financial assistance as well. But then we arrived to this crazy idea of catching a movie. This is it. We knew we have to catch MJ. So I persuaded my Mum for a very long time before she allow me to go. So we reached Marina Square at 6.30 for the 7pm show. Phew, we got a pretty nice seat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SusQkFwVFkI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6M4TlqZYv1c/s400/this-is-it-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398426790539892290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup man. This is it! Ultimate coolness. I never would have thought I would watch 2 movies straight consecutively in 2 days. For that matter, I like it. :) Not to mention, it burnt quite a big hole of my pocket. Gee. So yup, MJ's movie was quite a blast to me. Some might beg to differ. Oh well, I'm quite a big fan of him. Although he didn't include songs like Heal the World, We Are the World, You're Not Alone in his movie. It was quite well done in general. Basically, it is like an informal shooting of the rehearsals done. At least you get to know how MJ manage his concert. Quite impressive I must say. If he didn't die yet, those performances would be LEGEN...wait for it... DARY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it was Billie Jean, we all went high and started singing away. Alright, I was practically singing all the way when I hear a familiar song. :) SO FUN! And I really wanna know how he dance so impressively without much effort. :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's pretty much about today. It's a LONG day. S-L project tomorrow. I hope it would be fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-3803714642512094732?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/3803714642512094732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=3803714642512094732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/3803714642512094732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/3803714642512094732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/10/after-school-yesterday-few-of-us-chiong.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SusOij5enRI/AAAAAAAAAZw/qLSk1dwVuKU/s72-c/IMG_0096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-3645969811502258427</id><published>2009-10-24T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:35:11.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Promos sucks big time. I was totally raped by Math and I failed GP. Best of the both worlds isn't it? I definitely can't sustain 4H2 and if my CT were to ask me which subject to drop, judging from my results, I would have drop Math. But that's just absurd.  Dang, I don't want to drop other subjects as well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, at least I got promoted. Until Cheena and OP ends, it's torture time for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eLD8oN9PoOE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eLD8oN9PoOE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgzUgvw7dDU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgzUgvw7dDU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1QssbHHnhw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1QssbHHnhw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I wanna participate in such activities!!! :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-3645969811502258427?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/3645969811502258427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=3645969811502258427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/3645969811502258427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/3645969811502258427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/10/promos-sucks-big-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-530405585694521452</id><published>2009-10-19T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:54:19.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;2 videos from SNSD. WATCH IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U7mPqycQ0tQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U7mPqycQ0tQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OSSwfvWXSos&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OSSwfvWXSos&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/1899267745391572996-530405585694521452?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/530405585694521452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=530405585694521452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/530405585694521452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/530405585694521452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-videos-from-snsd.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-147787319108923252</id><published>2009-10-17T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:08:23.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PROMOS IS O-V-E-R!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, there're 2 more wars to go before I can really celebrate. Still, I don't need to mug as hard already. Oh well, I think my agony will last till I finish getting back all my results. I don't think it would be a pleasant experience. I screwed up quite b&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adly for most of my subjects. So I only hope to promote now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, I've watched 2 movies in this week. 500 days of summer was really cool. It shows quite a huge contrast in the poor guy's emotions throughout the 500 days by advancing and rewinding the days. Besides, it's an unconventional show. Not really a happily ever after show. I like it. As for Pandorum, it's not really interesting. I can't really get the plot and the entire setting seems to be in the ship only. It's not really worth watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, did I mention I've a new obsession? Heard of Korean girl band Girls' Generation(So Nyuh Shi Dae)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then please allow me to enlighten you. Firstly, I need you to really understand this and fully comprehend it. That is, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;THEY ARE HOT, PRETTY, CUTE AND WHATEVER CHARISMATIC ADJECTIVES THAT YOU CAN THINK OF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, that's much better. Yes yes yes, I know some of you will just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; say that they're just some plastic freaks. But hey, until you have concrete evidences that say so, don't jump to conclusions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Besides, they're so talented, who cares whether they're plastic or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/StnPiB2i7KI/AAAAAAAAAZY/NUwSrWUqeq4/s400/1247097163__Season_4__23_1920_1200+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393570212272598178" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yup, so this is SNSD. It's my current desktop wallpaper. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my favourite member is Jessica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/StnPIyuUyVI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/tG7uKHMifTE/s400/jessica.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393569778714855762" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-147787319108923252?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/147787319108923252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=147787319108923252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/147787319108923252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/147787319108923252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/10/promos-is-o-v-e-r-okay-therere-2-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/StnPiB2i7KI/AAAAAAAAAZY/NUwSrWUqeq4/s72-c/1247097163__Season_4__23_1920_1200+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-6798199477592616158</id><published>2009-09-11T00:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:05:26.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone, please tell me that holidays ain't over! Study wasn't productive the entire week! So much for holidays. It's even worse when you see your skin shredding to make way for new skin because it's &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;, no I mean &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Really&lt;/span&gt;, no you won't understand how bad it is, it's &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;, how should I drill this into you? IT'S &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;R-E-A-L-L-Y G-R-O-S-S!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It better finish its job before school starts. No wait, I BEG YOU TO SHRED AS SOON AS POSSIBLE AND NOT LET THE NIGHTMARE HAPPEN AGAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew, this is much better. Well, it's been long since I rant so much. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's consultation was cool. The famous GP tutor said I have to walk with him from Bugis to The Cathay if I wanted to consult him today. SO I DID(since I had to transit at Dhoby Ghaut anyway). I just realize this guy multi-tasks ALOT. There was this classmate of mine who wanted to seek consultation with him and she asked whether she could do it after tuition which is around 7pm next week. He said, 'hmm, okay. But you've to watch me eating my dinner.' LOL. But they ultimately plan to do the consultation at his house since both of them stay relatively near. BOTH AT BUKIT TIMAH. Rich asses. Oh yes, he revealed that he's Goh Chok Tong's neighbor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking it would be damn cool if he could pop by GCT house for an afternoon tea as neighbors. They would probably be talking about politics though. Hahas, 2 vertically-inclined guys talking. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-6798199477592616158?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/6798199477592616158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=6798199477592616158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6798199477592616158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6798199477592616158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-6888422642648101380</id><published>2009-09-06T10:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:01:41.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SqW651flqEI/AAAAAAAAAYA/XCE0M4n9FUA/s400/7232_147538925745_773995745_3412419_2389471_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378910832738805826" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SqW6oxd6wmI/AAAAAAAAAX4/-r8uQBKw48A/s1600-h/7121_253565205474_552295474_8857391_7285342_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SqW6oxd6wmI/AAAAAAAAAX4/-r8uQBKw48A/s400/7121_253565205474_552295474_8857391_7285342_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378910539600282210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entire body is BURNING from the scorching sun yesterday. It felt like my skin was tearing apart. Oh well, it's worth it for the class. Yup, so we went to Siloso Beach for a great game of beach volleyball. But darn, we spend most of the time picking up the balls instead of playing. It flies in all direction but not within the court. It can be really frustrating at times! After quite some time, we seemed to ran out of activities to do and so the guys began to throw each other to the sea one by one. First, it was Kevin but the mastermind Sijun let Jianyuan be the disguise. And Voila! It worked. He was kind of pissed and all but we didn't care. Oh, but being such nice and innocent boy, I didn't took part in the action. I merely stood apart and watch them throwing him. Couldn't bear to do it luh. So I thought I was safe. AND I WAS WRONG. Gosh, you know what's the price you've got to pay for throwing the Class Chair down the sea? Oh well, then all of us were wet. AND the sea water is VERY SALTY! Then Kevin took off his t-shirt 'to let it dry'. The girls were disgusted though. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it would be a class outing until we went to lunch at Carl's Junior(for the free flow of drinks), pool-ed and dine at Tiong Bahru Hawker Centre. We gossip quite a lot at the hawker centre. By then, only 8 of us were there. Nonetheless, it was cool. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-6888422642648101380?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/6888422642648101380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=6888422642648101380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6888422642648101380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6888422642648101380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-entire-body-is-burning-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SqW651flqEI/AAAAAAAAAYA/XCE0M4n9FUA/s72-c/7232_147538925745_773995745_3412419_2389471_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-9173739328296407386</id><published>2009-09-04T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:07:48.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SqW8Z063arI/AAAAAAAAAZA/pF17dTkfEOE/s1600-h/7121_252782625474_552295474_8844221_6998601_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SqW8GWDBklI/AAAAAAAAAYg/okUl8XHbXfc/s400/7121_252782665474_552295474_8844227_1220798_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378912147147428434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SqW8CWZmmwI/AAAAAAAAAYY/PeK8UdXMnUw/s1600-h/7121_252782660474_552295474_8844226_5112411_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SqW8CWZmmwI/AAAAAAAAAYY/PeK8UdXMnUw/s400/7121_252782660474_552295474_8844226_5112411_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378912078522653442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SqW7-LEfrFI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vLLanZepGTQ/s1600-h/7121_252782655474_552295474_8844225_334702_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SqW7-LEfrFI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/vLLanZepGTQ/s400/7121_252782655474_552295474_8844225_334702_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378912006761851986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SqW76ifnlBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/O1FOdMIUHzM/s1600-h/7121_252782635474_552295474_8844223_1775762_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SqW76ifnlBI/AAAAAAAAAYI/O1FOdMIUHzM/s400/7121_252782635474_552295474_8844223_1775762_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378911944330155026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day in orange! It's hard to get the entire class dressed in class tee on Fridays. I had to say that we're taking class photo then they bring. Oh well, I understand. At least they brought this time round. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's Day Celebration wasn't really nice. School ended at 9.45 but because we needed to give our cute and meaningful pebbles to our teacher, I didn't manage to leave until 10.30 or so. Bowen's Teacher's Day Celebration seems much better when I saw the discipline department going up on stage and sing and the Finale was put up by the Principal and Vice-Principal themselves. The students seem to go high on drugs. Anyway, it seemed to be a mini class-gathering than meeting up with the teachers. It's really hard to locate them even when some communication device call 'Handphone' was invented ages ago. Few of us went to J8 for Swensen's and I really saw quite a number of NY people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it seem that I don't feel any difference when the term has ended?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENTOSA tomorrow! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-9173739328296407386?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/9173739328296407386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=9173739328296407386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/9173739328296407386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/9173739328296407386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogger-dont-allow-me-to-post-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SqW8Z063arI/AAAAAAAAAZA/pF17dTkfEOE/s72-c/7121_252782625474_552295474_8844221_6998601_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-8550855372402066710</id><published>2009-08-29T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:31:08.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/Spk4fFkltuI/AAAAAAAAAXw/qcrS-JbpaYY/s1600-h/5209_124312852451_627217451_2852219_8260535_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/Spk4fFkltuI/AAAAAAAAAXw/qcrS-JbpaYY/s400/5209_124312852451_627217451_2852219_8260535_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375389736966141666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack Neo's Where Got Ghost is NOT a nice show. Well, it has its humourous part of it but yea, it's not worth to watch. Jack Neo said it belongs to the 'hor-medy' genre. Oh well, but Pizza Hut was rather nice with cool peeps. But I think they messed up our order and got all confused. When we left, some of them said that the girl who took our orders seem to be tearing. Probably gotten a scolding from her manager. AWW. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, some people left first and the others including me went to some hill behind AMK MRT station. Yea, it seems like Mount Everest when you stay in a country with relatively flat lands. So the girls complained about mosquitoes and staying out in the dark after watching a horror movie. Oh yes, not to mention that their reaction upon seeing the GREAT MIGHTY PESTS(mostly the cockroaches) were classic. Well, all of them scream, most of them run away from it while Kerlene jump on the spot pointing at the cockroach. LOL. It seemed like bringing a bunch of Kindergarden kids out for an excursion to Night Safari! LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we were off to G-O-S-S-I-P! It's damn cool luh, hope there's more instances to gossip again. So much for being CNN luh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S CNN also stands for Channel News NICHOLAS. Whacky News all day! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-8550855372402066710?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/8550855372402066710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=8550855372402066710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8550855372402066710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8550855372402066710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/08/jack-neos-where-got-ghost-is-not-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/Spk4fFkltuI/AAAAAAAAAXw/qcrS-JbpaYY/s72-c/5209_124312852451_627217451_2852219_8260535_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-8133535375055491486</id><published>2009-08-29T09:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:57:15.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If beauty is your attraction,&lt;div&gt;You're my attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Squash is my addiction,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're my devotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously I didn't come up with that poem. Hahas, Blogger finally allow me to upload pictures! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-8133535375055491486?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/8133535375055491486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=8133535375055491486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8133535375055491486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8133535375055491486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-beauty-is-your-attraction-youre-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-3070489975327738008</id><published>2009-08-17T22:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:55:14.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SpiKeJ4TA8I/AAAAAAAAAXo/QoJWUxXT8M0/s1600-h/6293_110663581597_541621597_2152578_5707140_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SpiKeJ4TA8I/AAAAAAAAAXo/QoJWUxXT8M0/s400/6293_110663581597_541621597_2152578_5707140_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375198405919441858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I don't know why blogger don't allow me to upload photos. Oh well. Let's start with the CT Investiture last Thursday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This investiture is somewhat like what the councillors have but it's much less formal. It features 'The Noose' elements in it and I happened to be the emcee. So yes, I'm like the retarded news reporter. This year's theme was SWAT. Not Saigang Warrior Action Team but Servant leader With Active Teamwork. Rather cool. I prefer Service With A Thought though. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rehearsals were quite bearable with fun people and the formal rehearsals were not that ideal due to some unforeseen circumstances like the Pugilistic Society had to use the Hall suddenly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the investiture introduced to the school what difficulties do the Class Exco faced with comical element. Really ingenious if you were to ask me. :) Sigh, but I screwed up at the big day. I forgot my line and my partner had to remind me at the moment. It was a long pause. Moreover, they said I spoke really fast and in slang. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, it was a good experience and I'm facing the post-investiture syndrome. I miss those rehearsals and fun times we had. If there's another opportunity, I'll definitely do it better! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-3070489975327738008?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/3070489975327738008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=3070489975327738008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/3070489975327738008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/3070489975327738008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-i-dont-know-why-blogger-dont-allow.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SpiKeJ4TA8I/AAAAAAAAAXo/QoJWUxXT8M0/s72-c/6293_110663581597_541621597_2152578_5707140_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-2408306019994985416</id><published>2009-08-10T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:56:32.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay crap. I can't upload pictures for now and I don't know why. Oh well, this year's NDP was rather special. Perhaps it's because my family went down to the Padang and not sitting on the comfy sofa and order KFC delivery for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, it was rather chaotic down at the Padang. It was organized by the young NTUC (or so what they said they were called) and one requires tickets to enter. Of course, my Dad got them beforehand. There were only a few performers and a big screens (not exactly big if you were to ask me) at the Padang compared to the live performance at the Floating Platform. We were basically sitting on the field and thank God the Goodie Bag included a plastic mat each. Something worth consoling is that the Goodie Bags are almost identical as the ones from those lucky asses who went to the Floating Platform. Well, the bag is the same except for the contents. Like I said, there was a mat and there were a candle each, tambourine and some other stuff. Man, be jealous you lucky asses. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the great part is that we get to see the F-16s, the gigantic National Flag, Parachutes and Fireworks live! Yea, it's rather cool. Oh but the coolest part was the candle. So each of us got a candle and they started to light them at the front. Slowly, we passed the flame around to the people behind. Of course, there were smart Alecs that use their lighter to lit up their candle. But that's not the main part. Soon, the entire Padang were filled with lit candles. And I must say, it's an unforgettable sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when everything ended, people rushed to the exit and seriously, it's much chaotic than when we arrived at the Padang. It's like the entire Singapore population went to City Hall and celebrate. And not to forget, the barricades that the Police set up made the entire situation worse. Oh well, I had my dinner at 10+. I guess it's worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-2408306019994985416?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/2408306019994985416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=2408306019994985416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2408306019994985416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2408306019994985416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-2434445215827626570</id><published>2009-08-08T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:33:04.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When a Christian buys a car, he drives the car down to a pool of Holy Water.&lt;br /&gt;When a Buddhist buys a car, he drives it to the temple and get it a yellow piece of charm.&lt;br /&gt;When a Hindu buys a car, he drives it to the temple and tie an elephant with it for offerings.&lt;br /&gt;When a Muslim buys a car, he drives it to the mosque and cut off a certain part of the exhaust pipe.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                    -Junrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my vegetarianism ended today. 3 months 10 days. So I ordered Chicken &amp; Mushroom Baked Rice after Chorhung seems to enjoy it. At first, it taste heavenly. Then, the cheese became too strong for me and I didn't manage to finish my food. Chicken didn't taste as nice as it did in the past. Maybe it's just me. But at least the bottle of Heineken was satisfying. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-2434445215827626570?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/2434445215827626570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=2434445215827626570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2434445215827626570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2434445215827626570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-christian-buys-car-he-drives-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-8834191939042834406</id><published>2009-08-08T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T11:38:33.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a looooong day! Alright, partially because I did my EoM till 1.40 the day before and by then, I was already brain dead. I had so much difficulty trying to stay awake. So I caught a few hours of sleep and I was almost late for school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, national day celebration was never so happening. After the flag party did they marching and all, we were off to play Handball! And we got thrashed by the J2s and that's because WE NEVER PLAY IT BEFORE! And hey, I'm proud that we scored 3 balls. Then we were off to watch running events while there're some people playing Frisbee and soccer on the field. The teachers came to play soccer after that. The running events becomes interesting when you've friends running. And not to mention when your friends point out which one runs very fast and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 100m race, the guy who won kept looking at his opponents as he ran even when he overtook them. It's like what the hell. He won them by quite a distance. Long legs really help a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went Macs and saw a huge crowd queuing and we almost couldn't find a place to sit. And when we did, I saw a group of Marist playing CS in Mac. -.- It was 11 am already and we were keeping our fingers crossed that they don't change to the lunch meal. Thankfully, it was still breakfast meal for us. My friends behind weren't so lucky though. And I ordered Hotcakes but she gave me Hotcakes with Sausage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I probably didn't mention, I'm having second thoughts of changing back because I miss Fried Kway Teow and Satay Beehoon. :p So I was staring at the Sausage and it was looking back at me. Say Cheong was impersonating the Sausage and said "Come on, Eat me! I know you want me!" Hahas, but in the end, my pal ate it instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there's temptation, but it's hard to bring myself to do it. Don't ask me why. It's just what I felt. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-8834191939042834406?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/8834191939042834406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=8834191939042834406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8834191939042834406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8834191939042834406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/08/yesterday-was-looooong-day-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-618231539874913411</id><published>2009-08-01T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:44:57.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZtfhD70eaS4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZtfhD70eaS4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it's rated R-21. :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-618231539874913411?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/618231539874913411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=618231539874913411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/618231539874913411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/618231539874913411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-bad-its-rated-r-21.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-246838293528376807</id><published>2009-07-18T09:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:26:02.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SmEfyvTMM8I/AAAAAAAAAW4/pIq2phrZQDc/s1600-h/Harry+Potter+6th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SmEfyvTMM8I/AAAAAAAAAW4/pIq2phrZQDc/s400/Harry+Potter+6th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359599988098479042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was a pretty screwed up day for me. I forgot to bring Physics MYE paper and had to rush back home and get it during my one hour break. It was like Mission Impossible man. I only had 50 mins to get back to school so I rushed like a mad dog. Not literally of course. :p Then I looked at the time when I got back to school, it was 1.08pm. And I thought I would've been late until I saw a bunch of orange people. Yes, those were my classmates in the class tee. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not a very successful class tee because most of them were oversized. But yea WK, it's not your fault. Crap, we didn't take a class photo yesterday. Argh, I don't even know if they would wear it again. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea, after 2 hours of Physics practical and consultation, we were off to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HARRY POTTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gv was rather chaotic because it's crowded with people in different uniforms. It was the first time we had to queue to get into the hall. I guess it's just Harry Pottter. Oh well, the hall was pretty packed. When it was starting, I thought I was going crazy already. Yea, perhaps I was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were some scenes which I particularly liked and some made me feel awful. My pals who watched with me should know. I shan't comment much of the movie. I guess there're still many people out there who haven't catch it yet. Let's just say that the movie has much comical elements in the first part. Draco was given a big role in this movie and I think Tom Felton did a good job about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, off to tutorials. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-246838293528376807?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/246838293528376807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=246838293528376807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/246838293528376807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/246838293528376807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday-was-pretty-screwed-up-day-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SmEfyvTMM8I/AAAAAAAAAW4/pIq2phrZQDc/s72-c/Harry+Potter+6th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-6313132396787111330</id><published>2009-07-11T09:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:27:46.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SlfnNnJEJFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/HrnjUrpzMiM/s1600-h/Video+Snapshot-9.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SlfnNnJEJFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/HrnjUrpzMiM/s400/Video+Snapshot-9.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357004502811812946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! We finally hand in the damn Written Report(WR) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Draft 1&lt;/span&gt;! Okay, the fact that there're still many more drafts to come really gets into my nerve. Oh yes, WR is part of the fantastic PW subject. Surviving during lectures has been a pain in the ass when I didn't sleep much the previous day. But anyway, we printed the WR at around 11 and joined Joshua's group for lunch at PS. Pizza Hut's Student Meal really underestimates the appetite of a student. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been noticing the waiter whether they smiled at us because we would get a free pizza if they didn't. By the end of the meal, we would've gotten 2 pizzas already. But of course, being such kind souls, we aren't so thick-skinned to ask for the free pizzas. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I think I had pass Maths only this MYE since I failed both Physics and Chem and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;only 10% of the cohort passed Econs&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. GG luh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-6313132396787111330?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/6313132396787111330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=6313132396787111330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6313132396787111330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6313132396787111330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/07/woohoo-we-finally-hand-in-damn-written.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SlfnNnJEJFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/HrnjUrpzMiM/s72-c/Video+Snapshot-9.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-125137493635876142</id><published>2009-07-04T11:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:28:42.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SlfqwVx6MII/AAAAAAAAAWw/dYQ9FSyQfdo/s1600-h/5976_207290415474_552295474_7743824_5198692_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SlfqwVx6MII/AAAAAAAAAWw/dYQ9FSyQfdo/s400/5976_207290415474_552295474_7743824_5198692_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357008397981593730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY for Mid-years is over! Okay, I screwed up almost every paper. The only paper I finished was Chinese Listening Comprehension and the Paper 2 for Chinese because I ain't got any energy left to think. I just wanted to finish the paper and rest. Besides, that was the last paper. The last day of exam really suck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8-10am: Physics Paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12-1: Chinese Listening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-5: Chinese Paper 1 and 2(No break)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After such a dreadful Physics paper, no one in the right mind has the energy for Chinese. But physics wasn't probably as bad as Chemistry. Oh well, I screwed both of them up big time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after Chinese ended, my class went to catch Transformers at J8. There was this one row of RI(JC) people in front of us and 2 rows of HCI people right behind us. Just before the show started, there's this HCI guy who shouted "Oh yeah, I'm ready for Megan Fox! MEGAN FOX!" LOL. That was classic. His peers couldn't control him I guess. Okay, then I realized that Megan Fox is indeed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, I think the show just wanted to show how hot she is. -.- No offence, but I think she's overrated. Oh yea, some of those RI guys went hysterical at some scenes (obviously with Megan Fox). HAHAS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show is quite sick and vulgar to be PG-rated. Watch the show and you'll know. I don't wanna spoil y'all.  That's it, I'll need to find somethings to occupy myself for this long weekend before the trauma comes in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-125137493635876142?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/125137493635876142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=125137493635876142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/125137493635876142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/125137493635876142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/07/yay-for-mid-years-is-over-okay-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SlfqwVx6MII/AAAAAAAAAWw/dYQ9FSyQfdo/s72-c/5976_207290415474_552295474_7743824_5198692_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-3578783814625708259</id><published>2009-06-27T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:29:03.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cODeevafiMg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cODeevafiMg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today marked an unfortunate event that took place rather sudden to me. When Wei Kit told me in the morning about the news, I was stunned and took awhile to let it sink into me. Anyway, the King of Pop shall be remembered as the talented genius in the entertainment industry. What really got into me is the fact that I HAVEN'T EVEN ATTEND HIS CONCERT BEFORE! Oh well, he would be the charismatic guy whom I always idolized in my heart. Rest In Peace, MJ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-3578783814625708259?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/3578783814625708259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=3578783814625708259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/3578783814625708259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/3578783814625708259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-marked-unfortunate-event-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-1234158839146115481</id><published>2009-06-13T11:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:59:08.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SjMXOvppk0I/AAAAAAAAAVI/KllJB757pEY/s1600-h/4722_114466246390_651201390_3183389_573218_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SjMXOvppk0I/AAAAAAAAAVI/KllJB757pEY/s320/4722_114466246390_651201390_3183389_573218_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346642724695675714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0921 class outing is rather successful this time (at least we finally managed to go Mind's this time round). It was the same outlet as the Gloria 2 outing. I can still spot the seat we used the other time. I didn't expect that they would arrange the tables together for 18 people. So yea, you get something like a very long dining table like the picture up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SjMYldvkgPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/M_EcaOVDMug/s1600-h/4722_114466446390_651201390_3183425_584970_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SjMYldvkgPI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/M_EcaOVDMug/s320/4722_114466446390_651201390_3183425_584970_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346644214537289970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Gloria 2 peeps will find this guy really familiar. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  Wei Kit and I met up earlier to get the cake for the May/June people. We walked to and fro from Mind's to Bugis to confirm that we can place the cake at Mind's while waiting for them to come. Thankfully, the people were kind enough to let us to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started our adventure with board games. Taboo was fun as usual. I think we're getting the knack of it. The Concerto grosso game(rabbits) was painfully thrilling. We tried Cash 'n' Guns as well&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SjMg_AT370I/AAAAAAAAAVY/oozmsnJPimk/s1600-h/4722_114466421390_651201390_3183420_7142047_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SjMg_AT370I/AAAAAAAAAVY/oozmsnJPimk/s320/4722_114466421390_651201390_3183420_7142047_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346653449406115650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Mind was mentally challenging because I was grouped with people who can't think straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played quite a few more games but I can't remember. So yea, quite a number of them left us after Mind's while we went to have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;vegetarian&lt;/span&gt; dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sijun was resisting the temptation to eat the butter FRIED &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prawn&lt;/span&gt; (Dragonboat people can't eat fried food) while Joshua was keeping an eye on him. Each of us had our turn to tempt him. HAHAS. Yea, we were a bad lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then settled at Esplanade and talk our hearts out. We were discussing our first impression and the current impression of each person in the class. Hahas, it was really interesting to know what they thought of me. Then, they began to talk about Ghost stories and their expedition to various haunted places. I wonder how Old Changi Hospital looks like. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SjMj4C96W1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/RlvbpVLT9RI/s1600-h/4722_114466531390_651201390_3183440_1240133_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SjMj4C96W1I/AAAAAAAAAVg/RlvbpVLT9RI/s320/4722_114466531390_651201390_3183440_1240133_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346656628395105106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-1234158839146115481?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/1234158839146115481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=1234158839146115481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1234158839146115481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1234158839146115481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/06/0921-class-outing-is-rather-successful.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SjMXOvppk0I/AAAAAAAAAVI/KllJB757pEY/s72-c/4722_114466246390_651201390_3183389_573218_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-4341682927490612963</id><published>2009-06-12T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:17:10.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SjJ4dzO3dVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LV8wVr942-w/s1600-h/DSC01314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SjJ4dzO3dVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LV8wVr942-w/s320/DSC01314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346468161006302546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this post came late. It's about a week since this outing. Oh well, last Sunday morning was a really cool day to chill at someone's place with a pool when the weather is just right. WJ bought her swimming costume which we thought it was bikini in the first place. JK and I didn't prepare anything for swimming. Needless to say, we gave in to the temptation and had a dip in the pool. JK was complaining about swimming without goggles but WJ just swim without it so naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, S's house was so little furnished. It doesn't have a TV set, sofa set nor a dining table. We ordered pizza for lunch and sat above a mat like a picnic. Oh yes, JK bought board games and there was this game which was really challenging. I bet I can play it better next time. Aeroplane Chess was retro alright. Cards is still the all time favourite. Then, dinner was tough to decide (thanks to me). Suddenly, a guy just walked into the house and talk to S and we were stunned. One of us asked whether the door was locked in the first place and S said that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; guy has his keys. We had that oh-my-gosh look on our face. I guess you should know what we were thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so we went Swensen's for dinner and I ate something vegetarian of course. It's mentally challenging when you want to decipher the conversation between S and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; guy because they use alphabets to denote their friends. It's cool in the sense that you can let people eavesdrop without compromising the confidential part of it. Well, that's if you know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the climax part of the day(or so we thought) when we got back to his house. I learnt the word 'voyeurism' that night and in fact, we became voyeurs for a night. This was the situation: S has this tenant, T, who invited his friends over for BBQ. However, S didn't know who his friends were so we decided to spy on them. At first, after we opened the main door and switched on the lights of the house, few of us realised that all their heads suddenly looked towards to our direction from the BBQ pit. Yes, they were T and his friends. After that, we then thought about the entire spying thing and we began to switch off the lights and spy on them in darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool part was that the glass panels/windows cannot be seen through from the outside in the night as long as it's closed. BUT, we can see them from the inside. Then, we went to S room to get a better view and JK went to take WJ's torchlight to begin 'playing' with them with his "Morse Code"(switching on and off the torchlight with a pattern) at the living room. He didn't fail to capture their attention. It was interesting to see how they react to the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wondered whether they could see us spying from their view. Then, WJ and JK went down near to the BBQ area and attempt to see whether they could see us. Fortunately, they couldn't. Phew. So yea, that pretty much wrap up the entire day at S house. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-4341682927490612963?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/4341682927490612963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=4341682927490612963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4341682927490612963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/4341682927490612963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-this-post-came-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SjJ4dzO3dVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/LV8wVr942-w/s72-c/DSC01314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-9119701126961725567</id><published>2009-06-02T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:15:58.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SiUk9RjeMYI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7_8tWE4UYfY/s1600-h/DSCF7376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SiUk9RjeMYI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7_8tWE4UYfY/s320/DSCF7376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342717168047763842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition at Aspen is quite an enjoyable experience when we can chat at the back during lessons. Oh, and I think we're going to have an outing soon. Oh dear, this reminds me that my holidays is scheduled with outings outings and outings. I don't think I've enough time to mug for mid-years. Sigh, and PW doesn't help with those immense pressure on me. Seriously, I think it sucks more than Physics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-9119701126961725567?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/9119701126961725567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=9119701126961725567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/9119701126961725567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/9119701126961725567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuition-at-aspen-is-quite-enjoyable.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SiUk9RjeMYI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7_8tWE4UYfY/s72-c/DSCF7376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-3272915483732032796</id><published>2009-05-21T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:51:22.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/ShU-9x4cloI/AAAAAAAAAUw/cUr95oy43TM/s1600-h/Dawn_On_The_Deck_by_l8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/ShU-9x4cloI/AAAAAAAAAUw/cUr95oy43TM/s320/Dawn_On_The_Deck_by_l8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338242164400625282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just when you thought it's dawn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God plays a cruel trick on you and showed you otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP's paper is in a week's time and I've not prepared for it. Tutorials seems never-ending and project work is in the way. I'm so looking forward to June holidays but life might not change for the better after all. Curse PW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-3272915483732032796?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/3272915483732032796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=3272915483732032796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/3272915483732032796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/3272915483732032796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-when-you-thought-its-dawn-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/ShU-9x4cloI/AAAAAAAAAUw/cUr95oy43TM/s72-c/Dawn_On_The_Deck_by_l8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-3175989988405469204</id><published>2009-05-19T20:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:47:25.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/ShKrgO_x4FI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/XXzfpYmDulU/s1600-h/DSC01578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/ShKrgO_x4FI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/XXzfpYmDulU/s320/DSC01578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337517078657228882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYJC had a half-day off to support both the Volleyball Guy's and Girl's team at Yio Chu Kang after my traumatic Physics Lecture test. The girls team won ultimately with 3-0 against VJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/ShKuEwpXWFI/AAAAAAAAAUY/JO_kHv5sesc/s1600-h/DSC01568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/ShKuEwpXWFI/AAAAAAAAAUY/JO_kHv5sesc/s320/DSC01568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337519905188567122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, NY(in red) against VJ(in yellow). Notice their banner "Victoria Conqueror" in the background. And yea, VJ's cheers are really interesting. There's one in which they all stands and cheered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/ShKvOKqE_iI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5DbUzJ1S08M/s1600-h/DSC01584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/ShKvOKqE_iI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5DbUzJ1S08M/s320/DSC01584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337521166301330978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is NY's banners! Okay, the Chinese character means "Victory".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/ShKwxTRB5gI/AAAAAAAAAUo/q3RsGDkt0Wg/s1600-h/DSC01580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/ShKwxTRB5gI/AAAAAAAAAUo/q3RsGDkt0Wg/s320/DSC01580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337522869419238914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the NY's guys team in maroon while HCI guys in red. I didn't manage to capture HCI's banner but its really huge with their unmistakanable "华中". HCI was really strong with a few Youth Olympics players in their team and they won with 3-1. The first set which NY won was a really close fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, the guy's match was more thrilling to watch because everything seems fastforward compared with the girl's match. There're more fakes in their moves as well. Yea, I guess HCI is really too strong. It really feels good when you're cheering your school team along with the entire school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-3175989988405469204?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/3175989988405469204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=3175989988405469204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/3175989988405469204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/3175989988405469204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/05/nyjc-had-half-day-off-to-support-both.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/ShKrgO_x4FI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/XXzfpYmDulU/s72-c/DSC01578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-7955683618927330162</id><published>2009-05-10T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:35:43.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SgbjNydno_I/AAAAAAAAAUA/y2KnQ5W_cI4/s1600-h/IMG_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SgbjNydno_I/AAAAAAAAAUA/y2KnQ5W_cI4/s320/IMG_0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334200634690741234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how I look with NY's blazer. Sigh, it's a pity I didn't wear full uniform on that day. Anyway, the school's blazer isn't really nice. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0921 had a date yesterday at East Coast Park. I was a few hours late and in turn, I waited an hour or so for them. Well of course, I didn't blame them for cycling till their hearts content. No sarcasm intended. After that, to make my trip fruitful, I suggested playing bowling since its been quite a while since I last bowled and I didn't get to bowl with my classmates before. To my horror, the imba Jia Liang is actually imba in bowling too. I really wonder how many other things does he know. Hmm, probably he was working out those kinematics equations in his head before aiming the pins. HAHAS. Right, then it was dinner time. It's really spooky how time flies huh? We made our way to Parkway and finally settled dinner at the foodcourt while Jasmine and I went Subway to get our share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, did I mention? Nicholas Woon has become full-time vegetarian! Yeah! *Bow here and there* Hahas yea, I ain't kidding. Yes, I know what you people are gonna ask me.. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Waseh, when did you become a vegetarian?&lt;br /&gt;A: A couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: ALAMAK, why did you suddenly become a vegetarian?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hmm, I ain't sure. Its more of a gradual thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Aiyo, do you know you're missing out so much?&lt;br /&gt;A: Well, I had my fair share of them already. They aren't that fantastic anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I hope I addressed some of your queries with these FAQs here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-7955683618927330162?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/7955683618927330162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=7955683618927330162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/7955683618927330162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/7955683618927330162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-thats-how-i-look-with-nys-blazer.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SgbjNydno_I/AAAAAAAAAUA/y2KnQ5W_cI4/s72-c/IMG_0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-8488543981440959709</id><published>2009-05-03T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:59:56.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/Sf2gwWHkDdI/AAAAAAAAAT4/LBEhAofXDxA/s1600-h/PW+Labour+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/Sf2gwWHkDdI/AAAAAAAAAT4/LBEhAofXDxA/s320/PW+Labour+Day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331594286308003282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happens when you have a camera and 3 tired-of-PW people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labour day was a boring affair. We went back to get our GPP started after much effort in finding an appropriate location for us to settle down. After much deliberation, the canteen seems to be the only acceptable place. :P Oh well, we tried to get things started with all the snacks distracting us. Jian yuan came a few hours late BUT he managed to get us lunch and a multi-plug! Yea, it's a blessing in disguise. I guess I've been easily distracted these days. After a while, I fiddled with my phone on Tap Tap Revenge! Okay, that's not the point. :P So yea, then I went to the squash court, praying I see some kind souls playing and hope that they would let me play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I saw Win and Yadi playing! Then there was this adrenaline rush that made me fly towards them. No, I ain't gay. So yea, I went to play with them for quite a couple of hours. YES, I abandon my group for so long. Crap, I feel guilty even though they allowed me to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pretty much covered up my 'laborious' Labour day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-8488543981440959709?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/8488543981440959709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=8488543981440959709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8488543981440959709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/8488543981440959709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/05/thats-what-happens-when-you-have-camera.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/Sf2gwWHkDdI/AAAAAAAAAT4/LBEhAofXDxA/s72-c/PW+Labour+Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-786821444865634584</id><published>2009-04-26T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:44:57.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SfRU8xFiPUI/AAAAAAAAATw/QmNmkRjZ9Uk/s1600-h/PW+group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SfRU8xFiPUI/AAAAAAAAATw/QmNmkRjZ9Uk/s320/PW+group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328977662031576386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present to you my PW Group! Hahas, I love them. They're really a great bunch of people. From left to right: Jianyuan, Yiying, me, Amelia. Coincidentally, Jy's surname is Wong, Yiying's surname is Chan and Amelia's surname is Chua. This makes us WCWC. :p okay, I know that's lame. Oh well. The other time when our PW teacher, broke the news to us, it was like watching a thriller. You can tell many people are praying of a good group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how it went. She named the temporary group leaders of each group first. Then they were supposed to stand up and separated from each other. My name was last the last announced in the list of group leaders. After that, the others were called out to the middle of the classroom and she announce one name at a time who get into group 1 to group 4. Needless to say, she didn't ease the tension among us. I can literally see Jialiang's face turning pale after know who got into his team and he was on the verge of crying. It was a pitiful sight. I guess we just have to accept the reality and get on with life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-786821444865634584?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/786821444865634584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=786821444865634584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/786821444865634584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/786821444865634584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-present-to-you-my-pw-group-hahas-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SfRU8xFiPUI/AAAAAAAAATw/QmNmkRjZ9Uk/s72-c/PW+group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-6976123699061073806</id><published>2009-04-21T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:27:18.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I forgot to add on to something the other day. Actually, the following day after my parents showed me the phone bill, my Mum called up to Singtel and negotiate for almost half a day to waive the internet cost. So yea, it ended up that I paid the normal cost. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-6976123699061073806?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/6976123699061073806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=6976123699061073806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6976123699061073806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6976123699061073806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-i-forgot-to-add-on-to-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-2335790517623139612</id><published>2009-04-19T23:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:16:17.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's really a series of unfortunate events. No, I'm not shooting a film. Alright, I shall start from Friday. At night, when I came back home, my Dad was furious and ignored me. My Mum told the clueless me about my phone bill which amounted to $300+. And I knew why. With a wi-fi phone, I've been going online using GPRS instead of Wi-Fi. I only began to suspect it lately. However, its too late. And the GPRS alone cost $270+ and it's $290+ with GST. I was like, "OH please! Tell me it's a horrible dream!" Of course I didn't wake up from reality. Then I was busy thinking how should I go about with it. $300+ is even more expensive than the phone itself which I bought with $8 ironically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, I went back to school to train. To our horror, we saw&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/Ses-H6ecBLI/AAAAAAAAATo/j5ADqzZP29A/s1600-h/IMG_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/Ses-H6ecBLI/AAAAAAAAATo/j5ADqzZP29A/s320/IMG_0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326419289972671666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. One of the glass wall/panel was shattered. It seems that it just require a slight wind blow to make it crumble. We were petrified when we saw this. After that, we had to cease training and report it to teacher-in-charge and all. What a wet blanket. I won't forgive the culprit. That guy's holding it against the team. We considered going to yio chu kang to train, but there were no court available then. Then, what happened was that we went to the hall to play a game of Squash-minton(credited to JK's great idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it works, you use squash racket to play badminton over a volleyball's net. Cool isn't it? We used volleyball net because we were lazy to set up the badminton net and the volley net was just nice set-up for us to use. So yea, that's not the point. I really hope they can repair the panel so that we don't need to suspend training. :( I really want to play Squash now! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, along the way back to school then, I realised I lost my earpiece. How great huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-2335790517623139612?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/2335790517623139612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=2335790517623139612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2335790517623139612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/2335790517623139612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-really-series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/Ses-H6ecBLI/AAAAAAAAATo/j5ADqzZP29A/s72-c/IMG_0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-7308375698771171844</id><published>2009-04-18T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:22:02.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SenpkLq7O5I/AAAAAAAAATg/WkxAVeyvf44/s1600-h/2813_74952817635_601367635_1817821_4164353_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SenpkLq7O5I/AAAAAAAAATg/WkxAVeyvf44/s320/2813_74952817635_601367635_1817821_4164353_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326044842159717266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday was indeed a fruitful day. It would be a memorable day certainly. Hahas, so this was what happened. After GP ended at 2pm, Ms Goh, our CT/Chi teacher came in(same classroom) as usual for lesson. At 2.15, our Econs teacher, Mr Ouyang(the young lad by the bicycle), was going to get dunked into water. You know, its those machine where one gets to sit on it and if you manage to hit a ball on the lever, it will cause the 'sit' to fall and the person sitting on it would fall to the big jar of water. HAHAS. Man, that was cool. So yea, back to the scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our CT came in to set up her laptop, we told her that our temporary Econs teacher is gonna get dunked and we want to give our support. The lesson is supposed to end at 3.30 by the way. So after that, she gave the green light. And we hooray-ed and make our way down to the atrium! Upon reaching there, we saw the price of each ride of the dunk station. It was $5 for 2 big balls and 1 small ball. Quite ex huh? Well, its for charity. :) So yea, before we know it, our Econs teacher sashay-ed to the machine with his tights and sat obediantly at the 'sit'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, we began to queue and play. And yea, ITS FREAKING TOUGH TO SHOOT ONTO THE LEVER! :( So some of us, after the 3 throws, we just walked straight pretending to pick the ball.  Before they know it, we pushed the lever and he soon became wet and cool. HAHAS! Yea, that was classic. Oh and did I mention? Our CT was with us when we played. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, not to mention that many girls seem to be oogling when they saw Mr Ouyang in that outfit. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, then next came the classic part. We saw you-know-who. You-know-who is a person who is 'loved' by the general j1 population because he is always attentive during lectures and ask questions when 'appropriately'. Hahas, just ask me personally on Msn who exactly is this you-know-who.  So yea, Ashwin approached you-know-who whether he want to volunteer to be the guy to get dunked. Surprisingly, you-know-who agreed. Our class became psyched up. Especially the guys. :p Then almost everyone started taking out their wallets, very eager to buy the tickets to dunk you-know-who. LOL. I was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, we queued and like I said, it's damn difficult to hit the lever. After all those shootings, you-know-who became arrogant and gave those witch laughters. Then, even our CT couldn't stand him. She ran to the lever and pushed it. MAN! THAT WAS THE COOLEST THING EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, we love her la. Then what's more, she cancelled Chinese lesson. We were like OMYGOSH. A whole 1.5 hours of it! Unbelievable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-7308375698771171844?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/7308375698771171844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=7308375698771171844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/7308375698771171844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/7308375698771171844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-friday-was-indeed-fruitful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/SenpkLq7O5I/AAAAAAAAATg/WkxAVeyvf44/s72-c/2813_74952817635_601367635_1817821_4164353_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-1616834936694730894</id><published>2009-04-06T17:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:58:05.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Ahh, PW is killing me. Curse it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-1616834936694730894?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/1616834936694730894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=1616834936694730894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1616834936694730894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/1616834936694730894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/04/ahh-pw-is-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-6464706659201600085</id><published>2009-03-29T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:45:32.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/Sc8xfDROetI/AAAAAAAAATY/k8vaMwF66Ng/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/Sc8xfDROetI/AAAAAAAAATY/k8vaMwF66Ng/s320/DSC00042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318524094471109330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Mr Shafee got to be the most generous teacher I've ever met. Last Thursday was quite a pleasant day after school. Jk, Wj and I went back to Bowen to see Mr Shafee. I saw Mrs Ng, Mr Matthias Chua, Mrs Nair and Mdm Mah. They had this mild shock on their face. Hehe. The security guard demanded Mr Shafee to come to the security post to acknowledge that he's aware of our prescence. How lame it was. Anyway, that was not the point. At that time, he was having a meeting with MOE people at Maths homeroom. So the 3 of us went sightseeing around the school. Bowen hasn't change alot but it sure brought a sense of nostalgia to us. I heard that the Lecture Theatre was shut down 'cos apparently Mr Yeo didn't like the idea of having it. Anyway, thank goodness I wasn't born a couple of years later or else, I would be donnning with the disgusting turquoise uniform with an unpleasantly prominent tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his meeting, we psycho-ed him into treating us a dinner at Fish &amp;amp; Co at AMK hub. So yea, needless to say, we board a taxi during the peak hour to AMK after being convinced that he bought a new house. And so, he keep reiterating the advantages of being single. Hahas. Jk and Wj even asked him to sponsor them for tuition as a kind of investment and even want him to become their Godfather. Coolness. We're so gonna bug him for more treats in the future. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 id="firstHeading" class="firstHeading"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-6464706659201600085?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/6464706659201600085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=6464706659201600085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6464706659201600085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/6464706659201600085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow-mr-shafee-got-to-be-most-generous.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/Sc8xfDROetI/AAAAAAAAATY/k8vaMwF66Ng/s72-c/DSC00042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-7475902874118492725</id><published>2009-03-24T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:51:10.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/ScjVwYtcJiI/AAAAAAAAATQ/PvtgNNIGCgM/s1600-h/P3200031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/ScjVwYtcJiI/AAAAAAAAATQ/PvtgNNIGCgM/s320/P3200031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316734387354347042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4e3 bbq at sentosa was a hit. Hahas, its fantastic seeing those familiar faces that you use to see almost everyday for at least 2 years. It was nice catching up with people from different schools, mostly JC though, since poly hasn't start yet. Everybody seems to be stressed up in JC. Hahas, this reminded me that I've still got physics and maths tutorial. T.T Wait, that's not the point. Sentosa was fun with the cosy beach which we can unwind. When one's having fun, time seems to travel extremely fast. Before we left, the guys played basketball(the usual chillout) and we bid farewell. Its been a long time since I set my foot on a basketball court. Its a nostalgic feeling. Sometimes, I wish to revive those Bowen days when we play basketball during recess and after school and when the workload is still manageable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-7475902874118492725?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/7475902874118492725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=7475902874118492725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/7475902874118492725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/7475902874118492725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/03/4e3-bbq-at-sentosa-was-hit.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/ScjVwYtcJiI/AAAAAAAAATQ/PvtgNNIGCgM/s72-c/P3200031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1899267745391572996.post-5442301801704116629</id><published>2009-03-24T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:43:44.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/ScjUcuu-O-I/AAAAAAAAATA/bk1UoKFujKE/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/ScjUcuu-O-I/AAAAAAAAATA/bk1UoKFujKE/s320/DSC00199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316732950157343714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know that this is quite sometime ago. But nevertheless, I've to blog about it. Last Thursday was rather eventful. After squash training, Ruben came down to NY to 'study'. Okay, its more of a touring session for him. I guess he had a great impression of NY's campus so he was kind of disappointed after seeing it himself. Oh well, the study part was really crap. I only managed to do one Summation question. Right when I was celebrating after thinking so hard, it was time to go. Oh yea, needless to say, he borrowed the pe shirt from me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/ScjVZUfQ9pI/AAAAAAAAATI/o4rk8J59Kns/s1600-h/DSC00216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/ScjVZUfQ9pI/AAAAAAAAATI/o4rk8J59Kns/s320/DSC00216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316733991084160658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went J8 to meet Hema and all. Its great seeing them around looking cool. Chilling out at Coffee Bean was an awesome experience when you've someone making a fool of himself. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1899267745391572996-5442301801704116629?l=nick-matters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/feeds/5442301801704116629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1899267745391572996&amp;postID=5442301801704116629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/5442301801704116629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1899267745391572996/posts/default/5442301801704116629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-matters.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-i-know-that-this-is-quite-sometime.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15422735179510244150</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9VcOK7oCU0/ScjUcuu-O-I/AAAAAAAAATA/bk1UoKFujKE/s72-c/DSC00199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
