<?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-5416276005297039611</id><updated>2011-12-29T18:29:30.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont N!ck Here!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-6467545574791082482</id><published>2011-05-11T03:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T04:06:57.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing again.</title><content type='html'>I felt like writing again. Not a good feeling at 4am in the morning but the rush is there although I couldn't think of anything to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year did not start off well. Early "departure" of a friend to afterlife really hit me hard. Took me nearly a month to let it go. Well, gone were the days where we hang out together in a group at night tcss at our favorite mamak stall, hitting golf ball for the first time with him, doing last minute revision hours before exam at Old Town during World Cup season but end up watching every minutes of the game, pulling his legs about warnings given by his doctor that he shouldn't be drinking and... much more that we could have done but never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His departure gave an insight of things that I actually did not realize all these while. Life is still short no matter how long we lived. Stop asking yourself what if. We take for granted that we'll have another chance. Until you missed the first one and never see the second coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-6467545574791082482?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/6467545574791082482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=6467545574791082482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6467545574791082482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6467545574791082482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2011/05/writing-again.html' title='Writing again.'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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-5416276005297039611.post-4855316785555437253</id><published>2010-11-03T17:40:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T19:39:34.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning of Customers' opinion</title><content type='html'>Yo yo, been a long time since I posted something here. ;) Lets not beat around the bush about my life. I am still alive and thats it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, I stumbled acroos a blog and what caught my attention was a food review. Particularly a new dessert shop that invited few "famous" blogger to write review on their desserts as part of advertising campaign or publicity gain whatever you call it. Actually, there is nothing wrong gaining publicity using this new media but I do not want to read what is good good good and good about something only as if there is nothing to critic on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you don't know what am I talking about yet, I was refering to a blogger who did a review on Lucky Dessert (發記甜品) at Giza Mall. I will comment on this dessert shop instead of the blogger to avoid any flame war. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, this shop was supposedly famous in Hong Kong and somebody decided to bring this heat into Malaysia. On the day I get to know the existance of this shop from Facebook group, me and 3 friends decided to give it a try of "sek Tong Sui"(Eat dessert) instead of our regular Yum Cha. It was our mistake for not writing down the address of the shop from Facebook and went straight to Giza Mall thinking how hard can it be to locate a shop in a mall? We used 30minutes walking up and down and around looking for this shop but failed. WTH? No signage and information counter in that mall that can give us the slightest information to lead us there. Total Failure. We end up singing K at this Teo Heng KTV studio. Worth every cents there. Only RM22 per hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were dissapointed but got reimbursed by the sing-k session and went home. First thing I did when I reach home is saving the address of this dessert shop and plan to visit the shop the very next day. Hah! Never die off without trying! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Managed to find the shop and before we got down from the car, we were complaining already because the shop's front signage is BLACK COLOR! It is new but who the heck will pay attention to something which is black at night with minimum lightings. Alright, I should not complain with the signage since I am not the boss. The interior of this shop makes me think twice before stepping in. Is this a dessert shop or dining shop? Before I get my menu, I already know this dessert shop will make a big hole in my wallet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535282423423624002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/TNFGCXOg40I/AAAAAAAABqU/iyTYl5tRiP4/s320/IMG_5132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A cute waitress came over and took our order. We ordered Trinity Mango Delight 招牌杨枝甘露 (RM11), Lucky Purple Rice 金粟紫米露 (RM 8), Black Sesame with Tong Yuen, Mango Loh and Durian Roll. While waiting for the desserts to be served, we of course will chat but non of us dare to speak out loud because of the "high class" surrounding. The main reason to &lt;s&gt;yum cha&lt;/s&gt;eat tong sui is to meet up with friends and blow blow water mah.. but we felt so uncomfortable to speak. =/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535282437489732658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/TNFGDLoIrDI/AAAAAAAABqs/2xJWjezlN-w/s320/IMG_5140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535282429570817106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/TNFGCuIHnFI/AAAAAAAABqc/22L92fm_gKE/s320/IMG_5134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now for the food part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First, I did not expect much from my Black Sesame Tong Yuen as it is an ordinary dessert but Tong Yuen was small like guli (glass marble) and black sesame was too sweet for my sweet tooth. I know most display on menu is for illustration purposes but dont lar show a golf ball and give us guli! I will feel cheated you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then my friend complained the mangoes in the Trinity Mango Delight is too sour and probably they cut the mango from bottom to top causing the mango to "sting" just like when we eat pineapple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mango Lo basically taste no different from the Trinity Mango Delight. Same sour and stinging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lucky Purple rice, the picture shown is not what was served. It was just a splat of dunno what white thingy but I used a spoon to make it nicer like a Sun. I was told that it tasted like red bean with sago? No extra comment because I didnt taste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535282435715632610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/TNFGDFBKDeI/AAAAAAAABqk/SI8Mz19UegQ/s320/IMG_5137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last is the Durian Roll. They actually serve this first and 2 of my friend ate it before trying their dessert. The durian taste totally diminished the sweetness of the dessert. But the skin is too thick and whats with the cream inside? More cream than durians. Having this durian roll is actually quite a new experience for me. The only special way of eating durian other than from the seed is Fried Durian at Duck King Jaya One. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As felt earlier, indeed the bill made a big hole in my pocket. About Rm50+? I dont mind paying extra for the durian roll but Black Sesame Tong Yuen RM9? I know you have to pay for the rent and cover other costs but I dont want to pay extra for the high class environment that I dont need. I will go back to KTZ for my Mango Loh and Honeydew Loh anytime although it is farther. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course, I would like to praise the manager and waitress there for the warm service. The manager took the initiative to ask for our opinions of the desserts and tried to pursuade us to order their other special dessert although we look so young, unimportant and cannot afford other desserts from our appearance. ;) I told them what I felt about the serving the durian last and mango too sour but my friends just like a typical Malaysian didnt speak out. But credits to the workers there for greeting us welcome and please come again which I personally take service the first criteria for F&amp;amp;B to excel. But we were charged a 10% service fee so I think we deserved the greets. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely invite my "special guest" from HK to try the durian roll as she is a great fan of durians. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critics for a new/old shop will only provide them chance for improvement and not by simply telling how nice and how good it is. Although every customers have their very own opinion on something, it is worth more than what we actually paid for the foods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-4855316785555437253?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/4855316785555437253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=4855316785555437253&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/4855316785555437253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/4855316785555437253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2010/11/meaning-of-customers-opinion.html' title='Meaning of Customers&apos; opinion'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/TNFGCXOg40I/AAAAAAAABqU/iyTYl5tRiP4/s72-c/IMG_5132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-354031428349226403</id><published>2010-07-03T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:47:58.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What dream?</title><content type='html'>A moment ago, I received a sms from a friend wishing me Happy Birthday and may all my dreams come true. It struck me immediately. Dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I am 22 now. Officially 22. But I don't have any dream. Yes! U read it! Then I look at my parents when they're 22. They are already married with 1 kid (my brother lar DUH!) at that age. Dad with a happy family(until now and forever) and his own business. But what am I now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even graduate yet at the age of 22 and still need financial support from family even though I am working. It makes me feel sad. I cannot foresee myself in 5 years time or maybe not even next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell u that I dont have a dream to chase for because I just dont feel like chasing for anything ever since I didnt get what I worked very very hard for. Call me a quiter. But my excuse will always be the same. I am still recovering from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell u that I need to work full day on my birthday? Yea, cannot take leave because no one else is around to replace me. Everyone is either having their own project or not in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to myself. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-354031428349226403?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/354031428349226403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=354031428349226403&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/354031428349226403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/354031428349226403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-dream.html' title='What dream?'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-6634606592403877982</id><published>2010-06-01T13:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T13:56:47.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats the trend now?</title><content type='html'>Currently am into jogging after class and chilling with friends to talk cock sing song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like playing a guitar..anyone got one I can borrow? hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It burns alot of energy just to log in and post this shit out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it takes almost the same for u to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for reading thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-6634606592403877982?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/6634606592403877982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=6634606592403877982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6634606592403877982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6634606592403877982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-trend-now.html' title='Whats the trend now?'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-7864287012516417557</id><published>2010-05-05T21:56:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:55:57.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liese Media Launch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467797310434114114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S-GEryhC-kI/AAAAAAAABqE/TX0EbCiCoLo/s320/DSC01708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I was invited to Kao's latest product- Liese (pronounced as "Li-Say") launch at Zouk Kuala Lumpur few weeks back along with &lt;a href="http://www.bubblywen.com/"&gt;Wenpink&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://cloud0188.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aaron&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467784953762805538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S-F5ciVB9yI/AAAAAAAABoc/KOTLMVE5JOg/s320/DSC02569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467788838840833314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S-F8-rX0FSI/AAAAAAAABpU/k8l1Z2VLSTI/s320/DSC02700.JPG" border="0" /&gt; (Scandalous&lt;em&gt;-nya&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liese, a revolutionary brand epitomizing the very latest in Tokyo Hair Cosmetics by KAO is not new in the international market anymore as the No.1 Styling Brand in Japan. It is also available in top famous cities such as Hong Kong, Taiwan, Singapore and now introduced in Malaysia for the very first time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467784965299238690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S-F5dNTh9yI/AAAAAAAABok/wz3gfvi22Hw/s320/DSC02618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467790209364653906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S-F-Oc-J91I/AAAAAAAABpc/lVldmz5MQK0/s320/DSC02682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the event begins, Wenpink already started camwhoring *sigh..typical blogger* hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467788801115554706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S-F88e1aA5I/AAAAAAAABo0/aT1_zDUr30g/s320/DSC01767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event started with models showing off their best hair after the official launch but couldn’t snap a nice picture of them during the catwalk of my standing place. Cannot blame me also la.. the models didn’t stop long enough for my lousy camera to take picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467790248389555058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S-F-QuWas3I/AAAAAAAABp8/6p67NRGEyLo/s320/DSC01733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fail #1 =(&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467790227869707570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S-F-Ph6GrTI/AAAAAAAABps/2RtndkPejPM/s320/DSC01731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fail #2 =/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467790239748774402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S-F-QOKS2gI/AAAAAAAABp0/NuYG3b1rZUE/s320/DSC01732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fail AGAIN? #$%^%$#@#$%^&amp;amp; Forget it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the catwalk, members of Medias are given the chance to try out the newly launched product. Not only that, KAO are generous enough to actually gives us the real product to bring home. NOT SAMPLES SIZE PRODUCT but the same actual size that u will get in the market!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467784940824866706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S-F5byIYr5I/AAAAAAAABoM/Rdiq3FW4qL0/s320/28923_409259266406_756431406_5020176_1675764_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467784969149992930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S-F5dbpnz-I/AAAAAAAABos/2JlHvzvyu5w/s320/DSC02627.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liese Juicy Shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a mixed berry hair-hydrating mist in a delightfully funky spritz bottle and formulated to make your hair smoother and softer over time. Very strong berry aroma that last very very very long. How I know? Wenpink spammed the sample on my hair. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Liese's products are priced from RM30 to RM45 which is super duper cheap lor. If u still dont know what to give your mom for this Mother's day.. hmm.. u can think about Liese. Liese is available at outlets like Guardian, Sasa, Jusco and Watsons. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(psst.. am giving my mom a set for this Mother's day :P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most product launch, refreshment is a MUST after putting in so much energy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467788830409975538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S-F8-L9vZvI/AAAAAAAABpM/--4qFqH_rI8/s320/DSC01784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look at this girl on diet KONON!.. eating non-stop and still can smile when got caught red handed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467788808620074258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S-F886yn5RI/AAAAAAAABo8/rDQwWPQSVyk/s320/DSC01781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467784952551308674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S-F5cd0L_YI/AAAAAAAABoU/9TwhmZmjETw/s320/DSC02512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467788819929694962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S-F89k7DAvI/AAAAAAAABpE/Ci9EhwgdXnY/s320/DSC01783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Makan lagi~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After few years not attending product launching and events due to my studies and working schedule, I felt so good to get invites to this exclusive event. Thank You KAO~ =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/5416276005297039611-7864287012516417557?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/7864287012516417557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=7864287012516417557&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/7864287012516417557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/7864287012516417557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2010/05/liese-media-launch.html' title='Liese Media Launch'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S-GEryhC-kI/AAAAAAAABqE/TX0EbCiCoLo/s72-c/DSC01708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-3467800336569057378</id><published>2010-04-24T01:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T01:55:42.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The I dunno what to blog post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates: The previous version of the post is just a smiley face but I am not that vain lar. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one week semester break is going to end soon and yet I never got a day break at all. The whole week is allocated for assignments, works and some computer fixing. Gah... I need a holiday. I mean an escapade with no meetings, no nagging, no appointments and most importantly no phone calls that wakes me up before the alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed my last holiday where I went to Hong Kong alone. And looking back at the sweet moments, I cannot believe that the last holiday that I enjoyed sooooo much was 4 months ago. =( I believe I am going nowhere for enjoyment until end of this year. I just bought a car and added myself a $700 liability per month starting June. How to save money lar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money money, where are chuuuu???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-3467800336569057378?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/3467800336569057378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=3467800336569057378&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/3467800336569057378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/3467800336569057378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dunno-what-to-blog-post.html' title='The I dunno what to blog post.'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-2858425789256728583</id><published>2010-02-21T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:18:09.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional Doesnt Mean No Condition.</title><content type='html'>I am very tired of  problems I need to solve for u but I did never stop doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired with your words where I don't know when you are telling the truth to me but I always listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired with you coming to me and act like nothing happened but I keep wishing you will still come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired with u telling me about all your jokes but I never stop laughing at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired with the whole world but never you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish for one thing in return for all the tireness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Chance will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-2858425789256728583?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/2858425789256728583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=2858425789256728583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/2858425789256728583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/2858425789256728583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2010/02/unconditional-doesnt-mean-no-condition.html' title='Unconditional Doesnt Mean No Condition.'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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-5416276005297039611.post-1562765674743484006</id><published>2010-02-10T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:55:03.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down to Chinese New Year 2010!</title><content type='html'>In 4 days time, we will be leaping into the year of &lt;s&gt;Roarsssss&lt;/s&gt; Tiger. I did some preparation on welcoming this day by cleaning my messy room which my mom have been nagging on since last year's CNY. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno how come each time after my maid clean my room, it will become messy again after a week at most. Not to miss out is some of my things will go missing. No! I am not saying my maid took them because what goes missing is some paper works and minor stuff. I never bother to ask her to find it back for me else she wont help me clean my room anymore. =/ Well, things will eventually walk out itself when I dont need them right? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here is a sneak peek of my room with the mess. Lots of spoiled CPU and messy table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436458429984348402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S3IuI3NlGPI/AAAAAAAABn8/wWUpc_H4HrE/s320/IMG_2043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 3 freaking hours of cleaning, wipping, mopping, vacuuming and washing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436458436208051890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S3IuJOZbRrI/AAAAAAAABoE/2pxuyv8_46A/s320/IMG_2046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets see how long can this tidy scene can last. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-1562765674743484006?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/1562765674743484006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=1562765674743484006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/1562765674743484006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/1562765674743484006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2010/02/counting-down-to-chinese-new-year-2010.html' title='Counting down to Chinese New Year 2010!'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S3IuI3NlGPI/AAAAAAAABn8/wWUpc_H4HrE/s72-c/IMG_2043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-8335953597754035744</id><published>2010-02-03T16:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:38:54.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong 2009</title><content type='html'>Ok, the long delayed post on my Hong Kong trip which happened on 20th December 2009. For the first time, I travelled alone to another country. =/ I still remember clearly how late I was on the day itself to catch my flight. The flight was scheduled to take off at 4.30pm and for AirAsia, we need to check in 2 hours before the flight but I am still at home packing my stuff at 2pm. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reach LCCT around 3.20pm and I checked in using the computer device there because I havent buy my return tickets. If I use the counter instead, they need us to show them our return tickets before they let us check in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. The plane was on time for boarding and for I feel quite comfortable with AirAsia's seats. Not too say very comfy but still &lt;em&gt;boleh lar. &lt;/em&gt;Not as bad as what I heard from my cousins and relatives.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I was fortunate to get the window seat along with a guy and lady. About 1hour after the plane took off, the guy who took the middle seat went to the washroom (I assume) and didnt return until the plane was about to land. O.o I don't know where he went but he does gave me a moment of panic. Must have watched too much plane hijacking movies. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433946350158447442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S2lBakm5g1I/AAAAAAAABnc/TrUHYpy1ad4/s320/IMG_0609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spend most of my time on plane &lt;s&gt;looking at the cute stewardess&lt;/s&gt; listening musics on iPhone and napping. Fast forward 3 hours................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plane landed and I was asked to fill in the health declaration form as precaution of H1N1. I being a smart alec ticked the cough and sorethroat box. I blame it on the medicines I took before boarding the plane. =( So when the officer collects my form, red alarm triggered. KNS! He ask me to step aside to another section and quickly inform his colleague to pick me up. I was ordered to wear their facemask too. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then another officer came and lead me to somewhere very farrrrrrrrr and scary. That place is chilly and all faces(not alot actually..only about 4-5 officers there) look the same because everyone is wearing facemask. =/ They took my temperature and ask me some questions then gave me a stack of brochures on symptoms of H1N1. They even gave me addresses on Hospitals that aid H1N1. *&lt;em&gt;double&lt;/em&gt; =/*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And those hoohaaaa took away my shopping time in the airport. I ends up buying nothing because dad's friends is outside waiting for me and I &lt;em&gt;paiseh&lt;/em&gt; if they need to wait for me. After I meet up with dad's friends, we went to have our dinner at some unknown but crowded restaurant. No pictures of the foods because I am too hungry. =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433946374901169026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S2lBcAyBe4I/AAAAAAAABns/YaGsJdeEdoo/s320/IMG_0617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433946363916541506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S2lBbX3FXkI/AAAAAAAABnk/NWPMfi2hOWI/s320/IMG_0616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, I followed one of my dad's friend home which I will be staying during this trip. Nothing much happened later except for the crying sound of dad's friend's baby every hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433946385591592226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S2lBcom0ZSI/AAAAAAAABn0/LOy4LQK8wKk/s320/IMG_0620.JPG" border="0" /&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/5416276005297039611-8335953597754035744?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/8335953597754035744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=8335953597754035744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8335953597754035744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8335953597754035744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2010/02/hong-kong-2009.html' title='Hong Kong 2009'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S2lBakm5g1I/AAAAAAAABnc/TrUHYpy1ad4/s72-c/IMG_0609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-973903733667173569</id><published>2010-01-29T14:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T14:34:16.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is reasons for everything.</title><content type='html'>While one side of me keep telling me: "May be you are right. I should start to forget the past and look into future" , the other goes opposite by saying: "You will get hurted again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not that I am scared but I am a person with very very low self-esteem and confidence. I showed everyone my happiest face in the morning but when the night comes where silence take over the world, there I am facing myself. I chose not to speak to close friends because I don't want them to help me think about my problems. They have their own to worry for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave myself one year to pass down everything on hand and finish off what I have planned. And then..... and then I will say good bye for the time being. I do not know where will I be going but definitely a better place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432044858713624402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S2KABM-cz1I/AAAAAAAABnU/1dnNDimAt2U/s320/IMG_0998.JPG" border="0" /&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/5416276005297039611-973903733667173569?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/973903733667173569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=973903733667173569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/973903733667173569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/973903733667173569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2010/01/there-is-reasons-for-everything.html' title='There is reasons for everything.'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S2KABM-cz1I/AAAAAAAABnU/1dnNDimAt2U/s72-c/IMG_0998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-488884491467934097</id><published>2010-01-28T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:13:22.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, I am back!</title><content type='html'>Hi people. WhyN!ck is back. Neglected this blog for almost 4months and now I have decided to update. Reason? I am bored. The Internet got nothing to entertain me anymore. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sneak Preview of my next post: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The HK trip I had last month. That is the first time in my life I travelled alone. I like it very much compared to tagging friends or family members along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431793086057609026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S2GbCGvi90I/AAAAAAAABnM/XMOJiVrIzCA/s320/IMG_0609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-488884491467934097?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/488884491467934097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=488884491467934097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/488884491467934097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/488884491467934097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-i-am-back.html' title='Hello, I am back!'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/S2GbCGvi90I/AAAAAAAABnM/XMOJiVrIzCA/s72-c/IMG_0609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-1475581530521623356</id><published>2009-09-19T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T00:28:44.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the month of September.</title><content type='html'>September is not my month. What happened? Bad things is lining up to attack me non-stop. First, I got high fever and admitted into hospital for 5 days. No.. not H1N1 but dengue. Blood Platelets dropped below 100. I dunno what is the dangerous level of low blood platelet but with the 39.2 °C fever, it felt like I am being cooked alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then 2 days after I got discharged from hospital, I hit a road divider and bursted a car tyre. It was my fault for falling asleep while driving. I blame the low blood platelets and medicines I took. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it seems like it is going to stop after 2 bad incident, 3 days later, I slipped and got a cut on my thigh. At first I thought it is just a normal "slipping" but few seconds later, my leg was covered with bloods..lotsa lotsa blood. In the end, I was granted 4 stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My luck is so bad that you will ask me to go pray or something.. Sorry lor, I slipped and got the 4 stiches when I am going to pray. I even have to cancel my trip to Hong Kong which was scheduled on 22nd-27th due to my health condition right now. I am still in recovering condition from the dengue illness and the cost of the air ticket. RM 1234 for Airasia while Mas is RM1400+. Just too expensive and out of my budget. I should use my holidays to take a good rest and start finishing my assignments before I run out of time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Considered that this month hasn't end yet, I should cross my fingers and hope for the best. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S again: To those *insert race* playing fireworks outside my house at 12.30am, Selamat Hari Raya... yea rite, I mean it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-1475581530521623356?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/1475581530521623356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=1475581530521623356&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/1475581530521623356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/1475581530521623356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-month-of-september.html' title='In the month of September.'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-5785402830406815373</id><published>2009-08-24T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:23:52.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The new toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SpKdDLrWVOI/AAAAAAAABnE/wxbEaefuRNI/s1600-h/Image577.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parents went to Hong Kong for a holiday 2 weeks back and they bought this thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373529959715211218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SpKdBza-h9I/AAAAAAAABms/NvJGA5nGZUQ/s320/Image578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a sealer where we can wrap things and when we heat it, it will shrink and tight wrap the "thing we wrap". I was curious and tested it with my remote control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SpKdCwCUB_I/AAAAAAAABm8/I7_GXppMowE/s1600-h/Image580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373529975986325490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SpKdCwCUB_I/AAAAAAAABm8/I7_GXppMowE/s320/Image580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not easy to use this thing as it looks. I spent 30mins just to seal it nicely using the green thingy but the heating part is fun. Seing the plastic shrink and wraps the remote fit is worth the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373529967967688834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SpKdCSKhWII/AAAAAAAABm0/2YQgbBajZCA/s320/Image579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Now my remote is air-tight and can even go for a swim :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: Did u notice I am using 3 types of remote? Sony, Philips and Samsung. =D&lt;br /&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/5416276005297039611-5785402830406815373?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/5785402830406815373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=5785402830406815373&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5785402830406815373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5785402830406815373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-toy.html' title='The new toy'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SpKdBza-h9I/AAAAAAAABms/NvJGA5nGZUQ/s72-c/Image578.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-768981925544729995</id><published>2009-08-14T19:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:31:34.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Join the Pact</title><content type='html'>Was browsing Nuffnang's homepage and saw this &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/blog/2009/08/11/join-the-pact-and-win-yourself-a-once-in-a-lifetime-experience/"&gt;Join the Pact and Get a Dose of 3.5G Force Experience&lt;/a&gt; title. I was so attracted to the word 3.5G Force Experience and read the whole post about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is actually a contest that can win us a Once in a Life Time experience to sit in this JTP Supercar which can accelerates from 0-160kmh in 5 seconds.. wtf? My Myvi can only do that in 40-60seconds provided u got a stretch of straight road ahead. Not only that, winner will be driven by Mika Häkkinen the 2 times Formula One WOrld Champion! OMG!OMG!OMG! Once in a lifetime u get to sit in this JTP Supercar and Once in a lifetime again u get Mika Häkkinen to be your driver. Its like striking a Jackpot twice in a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 401px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/jw6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to participate and be the winner? Easy.. all you gotta do it write a blog post on How can you support Mika Häkkinen in getting as many people to join Join The Pact as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Invites all your friends to join Mika at Sunway Pyramid on 13th Sept 2009 for the launch and JTP Supercar demo run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Visit &lt;a href="http://www.blackcircuit.com.my/"&gt;http://www.blackcircuit.com.my/&lt;/a&gt; and sign up to Join the Pact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My way of supporting Mika Häkkinen is easy. Just send invites on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;, post it on MSN as personal message, &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/"&gt;Plurk&lt;/a&gt; it and twit it on &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/"&gt;Twitter.&lt;/a&gt; With these top applications where people spend most of their time when they are online, even news about my aunt's daughter's ex-bf's cousin's classmate's pet fell into the drain can spread it to the entire planet within minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely be going to Sunway Pyramid on the 13th September 2009 no matter what. Even if I couldn't win it. Meeting Mika Häkkinen alone is enough. Wait..no... meeting him alone is not enough... I want to snap a picture with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I manage to take a picture with Mika Häkkinen, I promise it will be the first time ever I am posting a picture of myself on this blog! ROARSSSSSS..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-768981925544729995?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/768981925544729995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=768981925544729995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/768981925544729995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/768981925544729995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/08/join-pact.html' title='Join the Pact'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-7097365224193951697</id><published>2009-08-13T09:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:31:09.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo mail.</title><content type='html'>I stopped checking my Yahoo mail since January 2009 and when I did it today, I found 168mails inside. Deleted 166 and only 2 is quite important. One of them is a notification from Nuffnang that I have won myself a 3D2N complimentary stay at Tune Hotels Penang. Hooray~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute.... it reads, the complimentary stay offer is only valid between 1st April-30th June. Bloody hell, I received the mail at 4 May 2009 and only read it on 13 August 2009. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369254339155394850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SoNsX7oVASI/AAAAAAAABmk/V0lYzm9D3zQ/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just emailed Nuffnang to request to change my email address. Hope they dont blacklist me for not picking up the prizes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-7097365224193951697?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/7097365224193951697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=7097365224193951697&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/7097365224193951697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/7097365224193951697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/08/yahoo-mail.html' title='Yahoo mail.'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SoNsX7oVASI/AAAAAAAABmk/V0lYzm9D3zQ/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-6203450677281449477</id><published>2009-08-10T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:00:57.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>How should I walk my life? A question that I have been wondering everyday ever since I started my Uni life. Daddy and Mommy will not be around u forever. They will eventually leave u one day and u will need to stand on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a weak person. All I wanted is Simplicity that everyone wishes..but daddy is trying to brush my future up. He make me walk a life that he wants me to. He didnt know what I wanted but I didnt speak it out to him either. I keep telling myself that I just want him to be happy and faking my smiles every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired... but who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-6203450677281449477?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/6203450677281449477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=6203450677281449477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6203450677281449477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6203450677281449477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-3586732982367207824</id><published>2009-07-03T22:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:43:28.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic 6: The Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/Sk4Y3kHIZGI/AAAAAAAABmc/C-2lru5jJWo/s1600-h/MOS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354244349855556706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/Sk4Y3kHIZGI/AAAAAAAABmc/C-2lru5jJWo/s320/MOS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank You to those who came. :D&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/5416276005297039611-3586732982367207824?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/3586732982367207824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=3586732982367207824&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/3586732982367207824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/3586732982367207824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/07/pic-6-birthday.html' title='Pic 6: The Birthday'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/Sk4Y3kHIZGI/AAAAAAAABmc/C-2lru5jJWo/s72-c/MOS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-8196332618101999787</id><published>2009-06-19T18:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:44:36.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic 5: Thats Karma!</title><content type='html'>Staying at the library until the library closes at 10pm for 3days produced nothing at all. I studied but those formulas and theories still look like a stranger to me. I couldnt help it and on the 4th day.. sitting alone in the library... I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348987163235343234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SjtrfBzEW4I/AAAAAAAABmU/wH74wcVGBhA/s320/Image557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever pass all my subjects this semester... I promise I will never ever do this kind of stupid mistake again. Skipping all the lectures is Stupid. Retaking the subject is wasting your own time and parent's money.. wake up okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember your dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-8196332618101999787?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/8196332618101999787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=8196332618101999787&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8196332618101999787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8196332618101999787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/06/pic-5-thats-karma.html' title='Pic 5: Thats Karma!'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SjtrfBzEW4I/AAAAAAAABmU/wH74wcVGBhA/s72-c/Image557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-5672281341947927489</id><published>2009-06-17T01:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:06:43.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIC 4: The Situation</title><content type='html'>Ever been in a situation where your boss ask you to do something which u think is not right? Not right as in what u think is not suitable. For example, u quoted 2 same thing from a company, both are same price but A is low quality. Of coz you will choose B rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But your boss want you to choose A because the buyer wants A. Alright, this example is stupid. I just cant reveal the real scenario here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, 17days more to be legal to do anything! Not expecting anything special on that day. =/ I would wanna try to live that day in the simpliest way. =) The bad news is.. exam falls in between that 17days. SUCKS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347987453587511522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SjfeQRJUWOI/AAAAAAAABmM/yGWj1hEzQTU/s320/Image547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the picture for the post. I just LOVE the sunset~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I dunno why I cant click to enlarge the picture. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-5672281341947927489?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/5672281341947927489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=5672281341947927489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5672281341947927489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5672281341947927489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/06/pic-4-situation.html' title='PIC 4: The Situation'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SjfeQRJUWOI/AAAAAAAABmM/yGWj1hEzQTU/s72-c/Image547.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-6408799790460026920</id><published>2009-06-15T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:31:37.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIC 3: WINTER</title><content type='html'>It was so long ago since I posted something here. Nah..there you go.. something old but romantic. My favourite season. WINTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347406995004227602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SjXOVIaqgBI/AAAAAAAABmE/MWomkgo4rl0/s320/Image345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently preparing for Finals. Ta~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-6408799790460026920?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/6408799790460026920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=6408799790460026920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6408799790460026920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6408799790460026920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/06/pic-3-winter.html' title='PIC 3: WINTER'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SjXOVIaqgBI/AAAAAAAABmE/MWomkgo4rl0/s72-c/Image345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-7033556263348321335</id><published>2009-05-05T00:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:19:16.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic-2: I dont want to close my eyes.</title><content type='html'>Took this picture from KLCC using N73.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/Sf8jWTMsPVI/AAAAAAAABl0/jB_vo_oVEI8/s1600-h/28102007250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332019349847555410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/Sf8jWTMsPVI/AAAAAAAABl0/jB_vo_oVEI8/s320/28102007250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please play Aerosmith's-"I dont wanna miss a thing" when u slowly appreciate this picture. You will feel different. Trust me.. better if u do it at night and alone. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-7033556263348321335?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/7033556263348321335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=7033556263348321335&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/7033556263348321335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/7033556263348321335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/05/pic-2-i-dont-want-to-close-my-eyes.html' title='Pic-2: I dont want to close my eyes.'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/Sf8jWTMsPVI/AAAAAAAABl0/jB_vo_oVEI8/s72-c/28102007250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-3387204649125965434</id><published>2009-05-03T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:26:40.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pic-1: Time to do something N!ck</title><content type='html'>Sunday 5th May, was thinking of who to miss right now. Having no one to miss is just as bad as mission someone u shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/Sf2aRsu6VPI/AAAAAAAABls/TE6CXGDY9gk/s1600-h/Image359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331587162732909810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/Sf2aRsu6VPI/AAAAAAAABls/TE6CXGDY9gk/s320/Image359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, please come back to KL.. we need you. The weather is bloody hot here.&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/5416276005297039611-3387204649125965434?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/3387204649125965434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=3387204649125965434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/3387204649125965434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/3387204649125965434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/05/pic-1-time-to-do-something-nck.html' title='Pic-1: Time to do something N!ck'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/Sf2aRsu6VPI/AAAAAAAABls/TE6CXGDY9gk/s72-c/Image359.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-5223899634503872660</id><published>2009-05-03T12:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:28:20.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is Not enough..</title><content type='html'>I am going to start the A-Picture-A-Day blogging style... Stay tune. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331453542809341762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/Sf0gv_umD0I/AAAAAAAABlk/NnD3dgDmcYM/s320/14225+days-+wtf.dib" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333490655393939714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SgRdfjefAQI/AAAAAAAABl8/8wnLXX5b08M/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry, this is not a picture.. Just printscreen that i want to share with u all.. LOL.. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-5223899634503872660?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/5223899634503872660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=5223899634503872660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5223899634503872660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5223899634503872660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-is-not-enough.html' title='Time is Not enough..'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/Sf0gv_umD0I/AAAAAAAABlk/NnD3dgDmcYM/s72-c/14225+days-+wtf.dib' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-4798720952383049562</id><published>2009-04-24T00:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:25:31.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hobby</title><content type='html'>I am so happy today. My dad just got back from Hong Kong and he brought back something for me! Muahahaha... It is something from my best friend, Maggie. Taadaaaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327923749674463522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SfCWa_m2sSI/AAAAAAAABk8/mAPlUpjExJw/s320/Image529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes.. Coca-Cola merchandise. I am a coke collector since 2007. I like the Pen the most because the word Coca-Cola is CARVED on it. And also the thick aluminium 250ml bottle Love it.. Currently I have 3 of those and I couldn't find any in Malaysia. =( These bottles are so different from the rest of my collections. I so hope to get more when I get to travel around next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327923753604541650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SfCWbOP27NI/AAAAAAAABlE/fphaejAdxSU/s320/Image528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me show u some of my collections. Below is all 5 cans of Official Beijing Olympic Coca-Cola cans. The "bus" like box is a handmade gift by my friend from China. It was a suprise gift as he only gave it to me before he leave Malaysia last year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327923753551787714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SfCWbODR9sI/AAAAAAAABlM/ASzJC4JAJGM/s320/Image527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not much left on my shelf because I only collect cans with coke inside. I dont like empty one and they will explode after sometime because of chemical reaction + pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327923757571982482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SfCWbdBxRJI/AAAAAAAABlU/qZOzPIjiUg8/s320/Image526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so tempted to take picture of each cans and post it up here with their story. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is my best friend Maggie. Pretty hor? =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328201630982065122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SfGTJ0JXy-I/AAAAAAAABlc/WZWr8X_Jkzg/s320/n878635693_3293625_2578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-4798720952383049562?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/4798720952383049562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=4798720952383049562&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/4798720952383049562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/4798720952383049562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-hobby.html' title='My Hobby'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SfCWa_m2sSI/AAAAAAAABk8/mAPlUpjExJw/s72-c/Image529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-5279155773028328293</id><published>2009-04-23T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:52:55.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember me?</title><content type='html'>Wow.. been a month since I last updated. Actually I did wrote something but did not post it up. Reason? Too private already. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am thinking of posting a picture a day on this blog like those Project 365... I think it will be fun but the only thing is, I dont think I will do it everyday.. gah.. how? I think I will try my best to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-5279155773028328293?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/5279155773028328293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=5279155773028328293&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5279155773028328293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5279155773028328293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/04/remember-me.html' title='Remember me?'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-8973613461676554384</id><published>2009-03-05T23:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:35:17.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My attempt on MDG!</title><content type='html'>Okay. Everyone is talking about Malaysian Dream Girl season 2 aka MDG2. Actually, everyone said (ok lar, not everyone..only me) MDG season 1 is so bad and there wont be season 2. But guess what? Season 2 is back now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309741771508300626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/Sa_-AkvOO1I/AAAAAAAABk0/uharpfmR86s/s320/wall_mdg1_02_1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried watching Season 2 episode 1. I really did! But it did not last more than 45 seconds. First of all, it took 10minutes of my life just to load their official page with tons of sponsors' advertisement on it. Second, I dunno whether my area's streamyx is messing up again or there is too many people watching it because the video stopped streaming after 45 seconds and it was all advertisement in the 45 seconds. I seriously did not like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the reality show. The reason I watch Season 1 is because of Cindy and it was new to us Malaysians. Just curious on what the hell is MDG. And speaking of Cindy, how could people forget about her? Her phone chat with her dad is the climax of the whole MDG Season 1. More orgasm than her winning the title last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely not watching MDG season 2 unless someone tells me Cindy No.2 is in show. What is there to watch if there is no bitching in it? Since most of the contestants has watched season 1, they will probably act like Cindy just to get more attention but nothing beats the original Cindy. Maybe I will just view the contestants' pictures and guess which one is the winner this season. So far, the comments I received on MDG season 2 is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The contestant's Pillow Talks acting suck big time.. so fake lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The bad audio, can't hear what's being narrated/said in the show. Should at least add subtitles so people at work can watch without playing the sound. But again.. not like we can hear whats being said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Judges ok but the background settings macam very cheapo. Hey, there is about 19 sponsors advertised on the official page but how come the whole show like a low budget show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) No creativity. Macam copy american's next top model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) When contestants enter the room, at least lar show their name. Let them proud abit when their parents or relatives watch it. And audience dont even know who is who without the names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I what received so far. I dunno why am I writing this to participate in the &lt;a href="http://www.malaysiandreamgirl.tv/contests_nnblogbuzz.html"&gt;Nuffnang Blog Buzz Contest&lt;/a&gt;! I doubt anyone gonna read this but hey, they might give me RM150 of Escada fragrances or RM150 of Beautilicious cosmetics for my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Honesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: They should produce Malaysian Dream Guy Season 1 for us to have a good laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-8973613461676554384?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/8973613461676554384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=8973613461676554384&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8973613461676554384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8973613461676554384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay.html' title='My attempt on MDG!'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/Sa_-AkvOO1I/AAAAAAAABk0/uharpfmR86s/s72-c/wall_mdg1_02_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-4300219774979868420</id><published>2009-03-01T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:07:04.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing Is Caring.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever rented or borrowed a car and when arriving at the gas station wondered...mmm, which side is the gas filler cap?My normal solution was to stick my head out the window, strain my neck and look, try to see in the side mirrors or even get out of the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to share with you a little secret so you will no longer look like Ace Ventura on your way to the gas station or put your neck at risk of discomfort or injury.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you look at your gas gauge, you will see a small icon of a gas pump? The handle of the gas pump will extend out on either the left or right side of the gas pump?If your tank is on the left, the handle will be on the left? If your tank is on the right, the handle will be on the right (see photo). It is that simple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308173697368105186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/Sapr2pWyoOI/AAAAAAAABks/Dv6YeTMyLoo/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't feel dumb, just go out and share the world's best kept auto secret with your friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*This is a forwarded email*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-4300219774979868420?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/4300219774979868420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=4300219774979868420&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/4300219774979868420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/4300219774979868420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/03/sharing-is-caring.html' title='Sharing Is Caring.'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/Sapr2pWyoOI/AAAAAAAABks/Dv6YeTMyLoo/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-8849052637234016624</id><published>2009-02-26T13:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:00:18.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>I cant think of anything to do now. So bloody bored so I removed some links that I never read. I dont know who to add at the moment. Please do leave a message to remind me. Thx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class starting next week. More stuff to do, less time to emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do it step by step nick. Don't rush!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-8849052637234016624?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/8849052637234016624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=8849052637234016624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8849052637234016624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8849052637234016624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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-5416276005297039611.post-1128945815597865325</id><published>2009-02-22T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:58:15.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 Feb 2009, Rainy Day.</title><content type='html'>Currently sitting alone at Old Town Kopitiam sipping my coffee while watching the rains showering my car. Nothing is more emo than doing this while listening to sad instrumental music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading few friends' blog and knowing that they are doing fine overseas, I kinda feel lonely here in Malaysia. Not that I have no other friends but how many of them that I can talk to? I guess it will be better when my class start 2 weeks later. So far I have been working everyday just to fill my time. Better than staying at home doing nothing or go out spending money with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by working on weekends, I can see her too. =) Yesterday, I saw her eating chips while reading a book. The funny part is that before she put a piece of chip into her mouth, she will see both side of the chip to ensure it is safe to eat. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is getting heavier now but the feeling is good. Especially on a Sunday afternoon. How I wish to live like this everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-1128945815597865325?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/1128945815597865325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=1128945815597865325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/1128945815597865325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/1128945815597865325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/02/22-feb-2009-rainy-day.html' title='22 Feb 2009, Rainy Day.'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-6644091080957342699</id><published>2009-02-17T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:24:06.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toy</title><content type='html'>Bought this toy last week. Rm700 but with limited display pattern.. gah.. damn regret now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303662149322966850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SZpkn_MUh0I/AAAAAAAABkM/wn9nSUBUzQc/s320/Image453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least my room is not dull at night now. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SZpkooYgY_I/AAAAAAAABkk/09qJHu8Et6g/s1600-h/Image461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303662160379929586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SZpkooYgY_I/AAAAAAAABkk/09qJHu8Et6g/s320/Image461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twinkle twinkle little stars~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SZpkoVOwzNI/AAAAAAAABkc/y4d2FM53YpA/s1600-h/Image457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303662155238788306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SZpkoVOwzNI/AAAAAAAABkc/y4d2FM53YpA/s320/Image457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SZpkoG1wSDI/AAAAAAAABkU/5YYT8_mZxY4/s1600-h/Image455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303662151375800370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SZpkoG1wSDI/AAAAAAAABkU/5YYT8_mZxY4/s320/Image455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5416276005297039611-6644091080957342699?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/6644091080957342699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=6644091080957342699&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6644091080957342699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6644091080957342699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-toy.html' title='New Toy'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SZpkn_MUh0I/AAAAAAAABkM/wn9nSUBUzQc/s72-c/Image453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-6447521079873831943</id><published>2009-02-16T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:22:05.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>Been working everyday since end of Chinese New Year. Speaking of CNY, Screw Chinese New Year! No luck in gambling at all... so "suey" that the fortune cookies i opened is empty. Seriously wtf lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303075299691579986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SZhO419DylI/AAAAAAAABj8/RtCLb0USX2U/s320/Image450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I like the working place. The people there are so friendly and I dont mind finish off late. At least there is someone there. ;) The first time I see her, I did not really notice her. But then 2 weeks later, shes there again. This time the feelings is so different. So I keep looking at her when shes not noticing. Sometimes I notice her looking at me too. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was hoping to see her the next day but apparently she only show up on weekends. Today (sunday) I saw her again! No, I am not going to approach her. I just want to see her. Thats it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just dont know. So weird. =/&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/5416276005297039611-6447521079873831943?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/6447521079873831943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=6447521079873831943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6447521079873831943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6447521079873831943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SZhO419DylI/AAAAAAAABj8/RtCLb0USX2U/s72-c/Image450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-2942585442054487309</id><published>2009-01-22T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:59:23.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I</title><content type='html'>I am Tired but did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing nothing but Busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Bored but lazy to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like picking up a fight now. (Dont need to offer me because I've got a challenge. My bolster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start my semester now and wait for holiday. Not like now.. on holiday and wait for a new semester to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get my pay check now. So unfair, everyone got theirs except for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need cold drinks now. Its freaking hot outside. Can die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop sleeping until noon and stop snoozing the alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start on my P&amp;amp;C Proposal as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cold now.. ish.. hot cold hot cold..zz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year. Get more ang paos. Sayonara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-2942585442054487309?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/2942585442054487309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=2942585442054487309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/2942585442054487309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/2942585442054487309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/01/i.html' title='I'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-7239678172024158224</id><published>2009-01-06T13:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:16:22.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to cycle at Taman Pertanian again. This time in a big group. Well.. lazy to type. Let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288046972661186290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SWLqtFEMvvI/AAAAAAAABjU/w-J6aH4hZ-o/s320/Image321.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Half of the group.. the other half MIA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288046972606520802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SWLqtE3KneI/AAAAAAAABjc/6nDTb5Du45E/s320/Image322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288046081199926418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SWLp5MHRbJI/AAAAAAAABi8/GrZtcUdY668/s320/Image330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288046073030014658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SWLp4tradsI/AAAAAAAABi0/JAWrNooZ-ck/s320/Image324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mini Zoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288046063324486114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SWLp4Jhb2eI/AAAAAAAABis/VZk4zyMdWEk/s320/Image318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A rooster, rabbit and guinea pigs stay in a same barn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288046049687867330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SWLp3WuNj8I/AAAAAAAABik/XEkDHAxDOII/s320/Image316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porcupineeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288046083124988306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SWLp5TSPiZI/AAAAAAAABjE/cR8dZm-pHrE/s320/Image345.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; 4 Season House..Winter in Msia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288046982186417602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SWLqtojMPcI/AAAAAAAABjk/REgQ_gEuWwg/s320/Image346.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Super Fugly Snowman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288046968926656338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SWLqs3J0V1I/AAAAAAAABjM/-bjTACOV_8c/s320/Image349.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Father &amp;amp; Son visiting 4Season House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-7239678172024158224?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/7239678172024158224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=7239678172024158224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/7239678172024158224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/7239678172024158224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/01/cycling.html' title='Cycling'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SWLqtFEMvvI/AAAAAAAABjU/w-J6aH4hZ-o/s72-c/Image321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-7940499558948414540</id><published>2009-01-01T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:49:12.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happie Niew Yer</title><content type='html'>31 December 2008 is definitely a day to remember for me. I did not celebrate it with friends or family this year. I went to work at SohoKL countdown party. Although the work was quite hectic before the party begins, it pays off when u see so many people enjoying themself because of what u did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know quite a number of new friends there. Esther Chua who is so so so so friendly and nice. Not to miss out is Xiao Qi. I indirectly spend the last 6 hours of my 2008 with her. * Sorry, no picture of them* Hope to meet them again. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I feel so strange this morning when I wk up. I want my 2009 to be different. I am sick of being told what to do. I am going to lead my own life. So, I gave myself a timeline of 6months to finish up what I should few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: No.. I am NOT DYING!! Just something I need to finish up before I transfer to Adelaide (if possible) =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos whyN!ck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-7940499558948414540?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/7940499558948414540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=7940499558948414540&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/7940499558948414540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/7940499558948414540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2009/01/happie-niew-yer.html' title='Happie Niew Yer'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-7054964435271271708</id><published>2008-12-31T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T01:22:27.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31st December 2008</title><content type='html'>Last day of 2008. Hmm.. I should at least post something here hor... I dont think I want to summarize how I went through 2008 because.... I am too lazy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much happened this year. Need to make some new year resolutions so that I have something to head for next year. Haha..not so soon lar. WAITTTT...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285633274390306162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SVpXdWUE3XI/AAAAAAAABic/xInx0aNuphs/s320/house2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;X'mas Eve drink drank drunk Party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285633273424126178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SVpXdStuIOI/AAAAAAAABiU/mAGwpp9q5OI/s320/house1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285633276037661954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SVpXdcc1hQI/AAAAAAAABiM/e3d1WeLCFME/s320/club2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sneaked out to MOS-Euphoria XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285633265350001858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SVpXc0osxMI/AAAAAAAABiE/rLK6kbcJV_E/s320/club1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IMO, Euphoria is a healthy club. No smokes inside.. only alcohol and lots of chicks =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila pergi lagi kawan-kawan?? XD&lt;br /&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/5416276005297039611-7054964435271271708?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/7054964435271271708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=7054964435271271708&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/7054964435271271708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/7054964435271271708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/12/31st-december-2008.html' title='31st December 2008'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SVpXdWUE3XI/AAAAAAAABic/xInx0aNuphs/s72-c/house2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-638776632041077196</id><published>2008-12-22T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:31:37.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 December 2008</title><content type='html'>2 days before Christmas. Hmm.. Been thinking what I did at this day last year. Something happened and ended. My results will be finalised on the 24th too. What the hell rite? Should I check it after X'mas or what? Only one out of four is out as at now. And I am quite satisfied with it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, a friend of mine told me something and I have been thinking about it until today. What he said? He reminded me of someone and said I deserve someone better than that. Well said my friend. But I did not tell him that she is long gone and seing her again will be impossible. Thanks anyway for that buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt asked me something about that too when I was drinking with her. Well, I am 20 now and still single. They probably afraid I might be gay or something. HAHAHA...I am 100% straight okay! Just that I am happy with my current status and will let everything flow accordingly. I have better things to concentrate at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been so long since I am so in the mood to type something here. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone! Love you all.. &lt;3 (alrite, i know this is gay =P )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-638776632041077196?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/638776632041077196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=638776632041077196&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/638776632041077196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/638776632041077196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/12/22-december-2008.html' title='22 December 2008'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-8176222392992943545</id><published>2008-12-09T12:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:32:45.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 things girls don't realize about guys</title><content type='html'>1) Guys may be flirting around all day, but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2) Guys are more emotional than you think, if they loved you at one point, it'll take them a lot longer then you think to let you go, and it hurts every second that they try.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3) Guys go crazy over a girl's smile(:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4) A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5) Giving a guy a hanging message like 'You know what?..uh...nevermind..' would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6) If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7) A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8) GUYS LOVE YOU MORE THEN YOU LOVE THEM!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9) Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. They rarely use beautiful or gorgeous. If a guy uses that, he loves you or likes you a whole heck of a lot.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10)If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11)If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and he is really thinking about something&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12) When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is&lt;br /&gt;Guys rarely say that&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13)When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, 'Please come and listen to me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14)If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15) When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking&lt;br /&gt;something.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16) Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17)A guy would give the world to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18)No guy can handle all his problems on his own.&lt;br /&gt;He's just too stubborn to admit it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19)NOT ALL GUYS ARE RUDE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Just because ONE is RUDE doesnt mean he represents ALL of them&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20)WHEN A GUY SACRIFICES HIS SLEEP AND HEALTH JUST TO TALK TO YOU, HE REALLY LIKES YOU AND WANTS TO BE WITH YOU AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21)Even if you dump a guy months ago and he loved you he probably still does and if he had one wish it would be you to come back into his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, another Copy Pasted entry. Hehehe......Same old reason; too BUSY! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-8176222392992943545?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/8176222392992943545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=8176222392992943545&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8176222392992943545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8176222392992943545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/12/21-things-girls-dont-realize-about-guys.html' title='21 things girls don&apos;t realize about guys'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-7613626391043065941</id><published>2008-11-20T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:35:28.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha. :D</title><content type='html'>I am too lazy to update this blog at the moment. Hehe.. Lazy+Exam+whatever&lt;em&gt;-lah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back again. There is something new when u see something new here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. ciaoz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-7613626391043065941?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/7613626391043065941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=7613626391043065941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/7613626391043065941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/7613626391043065941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/11/haha-d.html' title='Haha. :D'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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-5416276005297039611.post-8336366761868789397</id><published>2008-11-01T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:29:51.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JRAR1001-Class 1</title><content type='html'>Well, screw the stock market crisis and Lehmann brothers already. We human are stress enough to handle small matters in our life. So, why not just sit down and relax for awhile? Today, I am going to conduct a little stress relieve class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Code: JRAR1001 (Just Relax and Read)&lt;br /&gt;Duration: Less than 10minutes&lt;br /&gt;Fees: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-requisites: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's Topic:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Wife in the view of a Man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;David Bissonette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sacha Guitry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they just can't face each other, but still they stay together. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hemant Joshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Socrates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman inspires us to great things, and prevents us from achieving them. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dumas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great question... which I have not been able to answer... is, 'What does a woman want?&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sigmund Freud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Some people ask the secret of our long marriage. We take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. A little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays.' &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Henny Youngman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't worry about terrorism. I was married for two years.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Sam Kinison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It's called marriage. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;James Holt McGavran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me, and the second one didn't. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Patrick Murray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two secrets to keep your marriage brimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever you're wrong, admit it,&lt;br /&gt;2. Whenever you're right, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most effective way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I did before I married? Anything I wanted to. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Henny Youngman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rodney Dangerfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Milton Berle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is the only war where one sleeps with the enemy. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man inserted an 'ad' in the classifieds: 'Wife wanted'. Next day he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing: 'You can have mine.' &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Guy (proudly): 'My wife's an angel!'&lt;br /&gt;Second Guy: 'You're lucky, mine's still alive.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;End of class! Thank You and Come back for more yea! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-8336366761868789397?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/8336366761868789397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=8336366761868789397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8336366761868789397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8336366761868789397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/11/jrar1001-class-1.html' title='JRAR1001-Class 1'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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-5416276005297039611.post-5088249486788665564</id><published>2008-10-29T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T03:01:44.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem Solving!</title><content type='html'>This bridge is on the Old Donner Pass Highway.It has a spectacular view of Donner Lake and Donner Pass on Route 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261836599056779938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SQXMgijtyqI/AAAAAAAABEw/CUm-iI4H74E/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bear was walking across Rainbow Bridge (Old Hwy 40 at Donner Summit, Truckee) on Saturday when two cars also crossing the bridge scared the bear into jumping over the edge of the bridge. Somehow the bear caught the ledge and was able to pull itself to safety. Authorities decided that nothing could be done to help Saturday night so they returned Sunday morning to find the bear sound asleep on the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261836600322052642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SQXMgnRYUiI/AAAAAAAABE4/c3YFQLUIkDs/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261836605140654082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SQXMg5OOWAI/AAAAAAAABFA/gY3QBFYN7oQ/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After securing a net under the bridge the bear was tranquilized, fell into the net, lowered, then woke up and walked out of the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SQXMhN0xJkI/AAAAAAAABFI/P0WiugakbGM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261836610671027778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SQXMhN0xJkI/AAAAAAAABFI/P0WiugakbGM/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261836615159029346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SQXMheiynmI/AAAAAAAABFQ/3r0U0eltt_o/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261837110711730962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SQXM-UnwwxI/AAAAAAAABFY/dVnEPVDWIak/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is a moral to this story you know:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This old bear made a wrong move and found he was hanging by his nails. Somehow he was able to pull himself up onto the ledge where he saw he was in a very bad, impossible situation and what did he do? Yep, he took a nap and sure enough the situation took care of itself while he was asleep. The moral is that when confronted with a bad situation sometimes the best solution is to take a nap...sleep on it and refresh your mind to think anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yea, this is another forwarded email. Stop cursing me bitch! =P&lt;/div&gt;&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/5416276005297039611-5088249486788665564?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/5088249486788665564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=5088249486788665564&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5088249486788665564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5088249486788665564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/10/problem-solving.html' title='Problem Solving!'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SQXMgijtyqI/AAAAAAAABEw/CUm-iI4H74E/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-9144776019645981493</id><published>2008-10-27T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:14:16.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forward forward keep going forward!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Me is so &lt;s&gt;lazy&lt;/s&gt; busy that I have no time to write anything here. So, I browse thru my email folder and decided to post this forwarded email here. Read it! Its not something funny or ask u to send this to 10 friends or u will have bad luck for 3 years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And here we go,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Many years ago in a small Indian village, a farmer had the misfortune of owing a large sum of money to a female village moneylender. The female Moneylender, who was old, fat and ugly, fancied the farmer's handsome son, Cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she proposed a bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she would forego the farmer's debt if she could marry his son. Both the farmer and his son were horrified by the Proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the cunning female moneylender suggested that they let Providence decide the matter. She told them that she would put a black Pebble and a white pebble into an empty moneybag. Then the son would have to pick one pebble from the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he picked the black pebble, he would become her husband and her father's debt would be forgiven. If he picked the white pebble he need not marry her and his father's debt would still be forgiven. But if he refused to pick a pebble, his father would be thrown into Jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were standing on a pebble-strewn path in the farmer's field. As they talked, the moneylender bent over to pick up two pebbles. As she picked them up, the sharp-eyed son noticed that she had picked up two Black pebbles and put them into the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then asked the son to pick a pebble from the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, imagine that you were standing in the field. What would you have done if you were the son? If you had to advise him, what would you have told him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careful analysis would produce three possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; The son should refuse to take a pebble&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;B)&lt;/span&gt;The son should show that there were two black pebbles in the bag and expose the moneylender as a lying, backstabbing female cheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C)&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The son should pick a black pebble and sacrifice himself in order to save his father from his debt and imprisonment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a moment to ponder over the story. The above story is used with the hope that it will make us appreciate the difference between lateral and logical thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son's dilemma cannot be solved with traditional logical thinking. Think of the consequences if he chooses the above logical answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you recommend to the son to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is what he did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The son put his hand into the moneybag and drew out a pebble. Without looking at it, he fumbled and let it fall onto the pebble-strewn path where it immediately became lost among all the other pebbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, how clumsy of me," he said. "But never mind, if you look into the bag for the one that is left, you will be able to tell which pebble I picked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the remaining pebble is black, it must be assumed that he had picked the white one. And since the moneylender dared not admit her Dishonesty, the son changed what seemed an impossible situation into An extremely advantageous one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most complex problems do have a solution. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-9144776019645981493?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/9144776019645981493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=9144776019645981493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/9144776019645981493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/9144776019645981493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/10/forward-forward-keep-going-forward.html' title='Forward forward keep going forward!'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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-5416276005297039611.post-488570100862093781</id><published>2008-10-18T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:58:25.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust your feeling.</title><content type='html'>Gah.. not in the mood to write anything now. I planned the whole post while driving back home but totally lost the mood to write once i sign in. It was about a little relationship problem someone is having. And me being a good listener decided to give a little comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether she took my words or not but I think I gave her a very good point for consideration. Gah.. enough already. So sick of those love story at first, then few months later, non stop arguing. If u think he dont love you anymore, screw it and ask him to fuck off. Holding on will never make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told u many times before that u will never grow up if u never actually feel it yourself. No matter how beautiful a flower is, it will rot like all flowers too.. they never last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-488570100862093781?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/488570100862093781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=488570100862093781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/488570100862093781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/488570100862093781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/10/trust-your-feeling.html' title='Trust your feeling.'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-756745296856208846</id><published>2008-10-17T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:37:14.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farnee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SPiwVqLSv8I/AAAAAAAABEQ/OZLk58y8a44/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258146451100450754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SPiwVqLSv8I/AAAAAAAABEQ/OZLk58y8a44/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture is worth a thousand words. (Gah..this sentence again? LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Honda rider was traveling at such a 'very high speed', his reaction time was not sufficient enough to avoid this accident. Swedish Police estimate a speed of ~250 KM/h (155 mph) before the bike hit the slow moving car side-on at an intersection. At that speed, they predicted that the rider's reaction time (once the vehicle came into view) wasn't sufficient enough for him to even apply the brakes. The car had two passengers and the bike rider was found INSIDE the car with them. The Volkswagen actually flipped over from the force of impact and landed 10 feet from where the collision took place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258146456066259970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SPiwV8rO_AI/AAAAAAAABEY/cXh3X1ZvBHM/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt; All three involved (two in car and rider) were killed instantly. This graphic demonstration was placed at the Stockholm Motorcycle Fair by the Swedish Police and Road Safety Department. The sign above the display also noted that the rider had only recently obtained his license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258146464270739778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SPiwWbPVaUI/AAAAAAAABEg/6_QLkFJX63U/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt; At 250 KM (155 mph) the operator is traveling at 227 feet per second. With normal reaction time to SEE-DECIDE-REACT of 1.6 seconds the above operator would have traveled over 363 feet while making a decision on what actions to take. In this incident the Swedish police indicate that no actions were taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258146463934328546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SPiwWZ_ILuI/AAAAAAAABEo/gyJJNyTGeuo/s320/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other words, they didn't even have time to say, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Oh, FUCK&lt;/span&gt;!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/5416276005297039611-756745296856208846?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/756745296856208846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=756745296856208846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/756745296856208846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/756745296856208846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/10/farnee.html' title='Farnee?'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SPiwVqLSv8I/AAAAAAAABEQ/OZLk58y8a44/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-4290225225039152275</id><published>2008-10-10T23:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:54:33.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is there to live for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P75wOT4k2s0/SMjNO2-DKmI/AAAAAAAABpY/a5xScM-C338/s400/abstract_0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P75wOT4k2s0/SMjNO2-DKmI/AAAAAAAABpY/a5xScM-C338/s400/abstract_0101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.skinnypek.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;A picture tells a thousand words. This one worth more than a thousand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short and simple post sometimes is more meaningful than one with only words.*sense the emo-ness now?? :D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best girl. Do what you think is right for you. I couldn't give more comments because I am not experienced in this case. And I dont think I should be the one telling you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right! I'm a failure too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little gift from a sincere heart-Chorus part of a song&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“在这天~直至这生走遍&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;也想你携手衝過终点&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;甚至他生再遇见&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;仍想起今天&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;便约定相依[在他]身边”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;天意(Fate) by Ronald Cheng&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-4290225225039152275?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/4290225225039152275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=4290225225039152275&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/4290225225039152275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/4290225225039152275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-is-there-to-live-for.html' title='What is there to live for?'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_P75wOT4k2s0/SMjNO2-DKmI/AAAAAAAABpY/a5xScM-C338/s72-c/abstract_0101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-5167263863664437771</id><published>2008-10-09T15:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:16:46.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun set because of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SO2veZkVrwI/AAAAAAAABEI/hf9ojXEhQQQ/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255049277005475586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SO2veZkVrwI/AAAAAAAABEI/hf9ojXEhQQQ/s320/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best sunset in the city. Apparently, that day ended like a tragedy. I will never forget that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emo moments should be cherished! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-5167263863664437771?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/5167263863664437771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=5167263863664437771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5167263863664437771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5167263863664437771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/10/sun-set-because-of-me.html' title='The Sun set because of me'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SO2veZkVrwI/AAAAAAAABEI/hf9ojXEhQQQ/s72-c/Image040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-7419106728253004631</id><published>2008-10-04T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:53:37.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whyN!ck @ Port Dickson</title><content type='html'>Ran away from the city for a holiday with my high school friends a day before Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SOZbQxbg5OI/AAAAAAAABD4/uZs_vnTHvZg/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252986359079036130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SOZbQxbg5OI/AAAAAAAABD4/uZs_vnTHvZg/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SOZbRHl5DCI/AAAAAAAABEA/rZSjENqzygk/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252986365028142114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SOZbRHl5DCI/AAAAAAAABEA/rZSjENqzygk/s320/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel much better now. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-7419106728253004631?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/7419106728253004631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=7419106728253004631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/7419106728253004631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/7419106728253004631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/10/whynck-port-dickson.html' title='whyN!ck @ Port Dickson'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SOZbQxbg5OI/AAAAAAAABD4/uZs_vnTHvZg/s72-c/Image027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-1296450802813256596</id><published>2008-09-26T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:12:19.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket List?</title><content type='html'>Apparently some too free guy over at Kiwiland got nothing better to do so he decided to create a bucket list. And I am too free to entertain him because I've got nothing to write. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="310" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhUvYaDUG5M/SNdVPmH1afI/AAAAAAAABoY/k_buC_eZnvE/s400/200px-Bucket_list_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I heard about the movie The Bucket List sometime ago and sounds good to me. But dunno how come I didnt went to look for the movie. Must ask somebody to download it for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;The sypnosis is as below which I copied from somewhere. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It is a comedy/drama about two old man who are dying from cancer. It starts off with them lying next to each other well in separate beds in the hospital, they slowly get to know each other... Jack was a extremely wealthy person and Morgan was a very knowledgable person, one day they came up with a "bucket list" its a list of things to do before they die... Morgan wasn't very convinced about succeeding the list but Jack persuaded him to do so, from there onwards it was all happy and fun. Then the bitter part comes where they two fought and separated, thus the list not able to finish. Then Morgan was struck with a serious illness causing him to be in a critical condition, at that time Jack showed up... they had a 'deep' chat and decided to do things they never thought of doing and having the list 99% finish they both die and having Jack's assistant to finish the one last one.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, done with the sypnosis but its not done yet. I need to write my own bucket list but limited to 5 only. I need time to think of what to put into "my bucket list"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la.. the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;first thing on my list&lt;/span&gt; is to completely own my dream car. What car?? Either a Mercedes(latest one lar of coz) or Nissan Fairlady ( must be orange color).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's picture of my dream car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.speedace.info/speedace_images/mercedes_slr_dv_concept_car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mercedes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/411YRNNT1YL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and my fairlady~ Oops..not this one..hehehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pcauto.com.cn/newcar/abroad/nissan/0509/pic/0909nissan02_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beautiful ain't she? The CAR!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No.2 on my list.. *drum rolls*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cannot think of any now.. will update it soon. :P Need more than a bucket of beer time. XD haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-1296450802813256596?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/1296450802813256596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=1296450802813256596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/1296450802813256596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/1296450802813256596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/09/bucket-list.html' title='Bucket List?'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_QhUvYaDUG5M/SNdVPmH1afI/AAAAAAAABoY/k_buC_eZnvE/s72-c/200px-Bucket_list_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-3736054043108402148</id><published>2008-09-18T10:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:27:33.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooncake Festival</title><content type='html'>This year's Mooncake Festival is totally different from what I usually had. Still remember when I was a small kid, I used to ask my mom to fetch my to grandma's house to play with lantern with my cousins and nieces. To be frank, I didnt go there to play with lanterns. We usually gather old pots and bricks to make a mini kitchen and boil leaves for fun. YES! FUN! No motive, just plainly make fire with candles, boil green leaves and when the "aroma" gets to the adults nearby enjoying their mooncake and chinese tea, they will put out the fire and pour away our very own "fresh green tea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, we did not visit my grandma. Infact, we will never get to see her again. She passed away 3 weeks ago. But this year, my dad's sister came to our house and we celebrate the festival by having a reunion dinner. Not very union because not everyone was at home. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, cut the craps about dinner and my family. What I wanted to tell actually is mooncakes. I only like Lotus Mooncake with Yolk and Snow Skin mooncake. But what I noticed is that this year's marketers did not put in much efforts on advertising mooncakes. The only advertisement on TV about mooncake is Baker's Cottage mooncake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like Tai Thong's box. Its colorful and flowerish. Totally different from their old liver red box 2 years ago. I never give a damm on how tasty the mooncake is. Infact, I cant really differentiate mooncakes of 2 different company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247002644844390642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SNEZGw18KPI/AAAAAAAABDI/fMRbQCKxa4k/s320/Image372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Tai Thong's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, I got nothing to talk about for the rest. They are so plain, dull and old. =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247002656083304066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SNEZHatgXoI/AAAAAAAABDo/WbBn94UvlRE/s320/Image376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fan Cai Heong"-&lt;/em&gt; Never heard of it before..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247002651552902626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SNEZHJ1X7eI/AAAAAAAABDg/Bn5Q_vjm6TM/s320/Image375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mak Hor Xi"-&lt;/em&gt; Box quite nice also.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247002652622858242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SNEZHN0eKAI/AAAAAAAABDY/5tmJrpV3uuc/s320/Image374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the shittiest of all. First, it is produced by some vegetarian company. Then there is a non-halal sticker on it. WTF?? I didnt even open it whatsmore giving it a try.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247002645245534866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SNEZGyVlIpI/AAAAAAAABDQ/u_VLP96PzyA/s320/Image373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hah! This one although the packaging looks like the previous one, but I tell you hor, inside is orgasm. This one is specially delivered from Hong Kong. "Tan Heong" is the most famous brand in Hong Kong producing mooncakes and chinese biscuits like wife biscuits(&lt;em&gt;Lou Poh Peng&lt;/em&gt;). Inside is my all time favourite Lotus Double Yolk! Their yolk is different from the Malaysia's Mooncake. Our yolk is orange in color but their's is yellow. Which one I prefer? Of coz the yellow one ler. *will update picture of the mooncake soon when I eat another one..hehe*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually this post serve no purpose..hehe.. nothing better to do then take pictures of mooncake box and crap only..haha.. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-3736054043108402148?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/3736054043108402148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=3736054043108402148&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/3736054043108402148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/3736054043108402148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/09/mooncake-festival.html' title='Mooncake Festival'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SNEZGw18KPI/AAAAAAAABDI/fMRbQCKxa4k/s72-c/Image372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-2242478872150563846</id><published>2008-09-17T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:23:45.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dim Sum Breakie</title><content type='html'>Had Dim Sum for breakfast this morning. Hehe.. just got my weekly allowance. But gosh.. eating Dim Sum in city is a sin I tell you. Look at the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SNEeaaHF7BI/AAAAAAAABDw/zyUMxEggAOg/s1600-h/Image371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247008479897840658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SNEeaaHF7BI/AAAAAAAABDw/zyUMxEggAOg/s320/Image371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10 plates of dimsums, 3 fried stuff and one Chee Cheong Fun. Guess how much?? Rm 30? WRONG! RM 50? WRONG AGAIN!! Its RM 70. WTFFFFFFF... so bloody expensive. About RM35 per person. Pay a little bit more can eat dimsum buffet already!! KNS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, either I eat with my parents or I will find some kampung kampung place to eat dimsums.  /END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-2242478872150563846?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/2242478872150563846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=2242478872150563846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/2242478872150563846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/2242478872150563846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/09/dim-sum-breakie.html' title='Dim Sum Breakie'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SNEeaaHF7BI/AAAAAAAABDw/zyUMxEggAOg/s72-c/Image371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-1406942816720005891</id><published>2008-09-17T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:03:14.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Fragile is Myvi??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last 2 months was tragedy. While on the way from Airport, I had a slight contact with a car infront of me when waiting for my turn at the Bukit Jelutong toll. It was a kenari infront of me and I thought I pulled the gear back to Neutral but eventually I did not. It was still at D. *boom* First thing came to my mind was, FUCK! I'm screwed this time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The driver came out of his car. I told him to pass the toll first. Before the story continues, lets have a look at his car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244633758640480850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMiuncDJolI/AAAAAAAABCQ/qiqm4oGbCjs/s320/Image079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244633751783055586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMiunCgNoOI/AAAAAAAABCI/QaDKg9m8Tyw/s320/Image078edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is there any dented part on his car?? Now look at mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMiunKrORGI/AAAAAAAABCA/W5KgH4N_w4Y/s1600-h/Image082edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244633753976718434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMiunKrORGI/AAAAAAAABCA/W5KgH4N_w4Y/s320/Image082edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question is... Do I have to pay him?? Alright, I admit it was my fault but he demand for Rm150! KNS CILAKA! I called my mom and the most she will pay is Rm100 and so did them took the Rm100 and flew kite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me? Sadly drive my dented Myvi to Genting right after that to attend The 8th Genting World Lion Dance Championship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My area's shops asked for Rm 200 above to fix the car. So I decided not to bother to fix it. =/ Not until when my bro told me he will pay the bill for me! Hooray~ But I was asked to go to his friend's shop. It was indirectly his' fault because I went to KLIA to fetch his friend which is also my friend. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMiunvorfZI/AAAAAAAABCY/JsmuQd0pVKI/s1600-h/Image251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244633763898162578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMiunvorfZI/AAAAAAAABCY/JsmuQd0pVKI/s320/Image251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Car in "surgery"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMiun9sCdRI/AAAAAAAABCg/x_7w7h10UzE/s1600-h/Image253edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244633767670347026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMiun9sCdRI/AAAAAAAABCg/x_7w7h10UzE/s320/Image253edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After 2 hours, my baby is back to normal again! Hehe.. how much?? ONLY RM70!!! That Cilaka Kenari guy took Rm100 from me when his car suffers no damages at ALL!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Story doesn't end here guys. Wait for the next post!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-1406942816720005891?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/1406942816720005891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=1406942816720005891&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/1406942816720005891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/1406942816720005891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-fragile-is-myvi.html' title='How Fragile is Myvi??'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMiuncDJolI/AAAAAAAABCQ/qiqm4oGbCjs/s72-c/Image079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-3989461392938042943</id><published>2008-09-12T22:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:26:53.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia Kini-on Stage</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malaysia Kini !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date: &lt;u&gt;16 – 20 September, 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time: &lt;u&gt;8.30 pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venue: &lt;u&gt;The Actors Studio @BSC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tickets: &lt;u&gt;RM57 &amp;amp; RM47, RM42 and RM32(Seniors Citizen and Student)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245146928712216946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMqBV3ifcXI/AAAAAAAABDA/OWMKTFeN_Y0/s320/pix_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is Malaysia (masa) Kini all about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malaysia Kini is a political and social satirical comedy and it continues from where Why Be finished. In Why Be the focus was on the life and times and follies of one particularly in-famous statesman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Malaysia Kini, the scene is set to continue from March the 8 (election day) but this time the focus will be on the follies, deeds and words from the entire political and non political community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now who want to tag along for the Thursday show? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reply ASAP please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Event Cancelled! =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-3989461392938042943?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/3989461392938042943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=3989461392938042943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/3989461392938042943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/3989461392938042943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/09/malaysia-kini-on-stage.html' title='Malaysia Kini-on Stage'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMqBV3ifcXI/AAAAAAAABDA/OWMKTFeN_Y0/s72-c/pix_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-5972735587978792722</id><published>2008-09-11T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:02:16.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ding-a-little-Dang</title><content type='html'>Who still remember doraemon?? Neh...the big blue robot cat whos afraid of mouse? Hahaha.. Nevermind if you don't know anything about the robot cat. But you must know this! Hah!!! Ding Dang and Tora!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMixMdrOlJI/AAAAAAAABCo/w8xec8M9tAM/s1600-h/Image279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244636593755427986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMixMdrOlJI/AAAAAAAABCo/w8xec8M9tAM/s320/Image279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, sad for you! Inside Ding Dang and Tora is a packet of chocolates and mini toys. It is cheaper than buying a pack of nasi lemak!Rm2 for both? I saw Ding Dang and Tora at a minimarket when my friend wanted to show me some cheap beers selling in that shop. They even sell shot glass too. Only Rm2 each!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait to unpack it and see whats my prize inside so I smuggled it into the library. Hehehe.. Most of my friends was happy to see Ding Dang and Tora again. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMixMlYkc9I/AAAAAAAABCw/yDVVNDb1T-Q/s1600-h/Image280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244636595824653266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMixMlYkc9I/AAAAAAAABCw/yDVVNDb1T-Q/s320/Image280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Inside the box- some soft chocolate biscuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMixM63TdpI/AAAAAAAABC4/Gw1WUK_YGbs/s1600-h/Image281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244636601590707858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMixM63TdpI/AAAAAAAABC4/Gw1WUK_YGbs/s320/Image281.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My "prize"- a sports car and few animal puzzle. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day ended with so much memories with Ding Dang. I still remember when I was around 4-5 years old, my aunt tried to feed me but I refuse to eat. I told her that I will only eat if she buys me Ding Dang and Tora. Hahaha...and she did! Love her so much! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-5972735587978792722?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/5972735587978792722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=5972735587978792722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5972735587978792722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5972735587978792722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/09/ding-little-dang.html' title='Ding-a-little-Dang'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMixMdrOlJI/AAAAAAAABCo/w8xec8M9tAM/s72-c/Image279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-9034649751968566366</id><published>2008-09-11T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:17:08.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Creativity Strikes at a Wrong Time</title><content type='html'>Was attending lecture but it was so boring that I nearly dozed off to &lt;em&gt;mamamia-land. &lt;/em&gt;Even the window seats at my lecture hall couldn't keep me awake. The lecturer as usual will stare at me for a while when she speaks. Gah! all my fault for sitting at the front row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that she can remember almost all 150+ students name in the lecture hall. I wouldn't want her to mention my name across with the mic shes holding. Then, suddenly my friend took out a marker pen and creativity strucked me. I snatch the marker pen from him and start to scribble something on everything on my sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now presenting to you my masterpiece. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMik1168vqI/AAAAAAAABBw/XpkXgTJ-HTY/s1600-h/Image313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244623010987294370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMik1168vqI/AAAAAAAABBw/XpkXgTJ-HTY/s320/Image313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eric's son is gay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMik2HRQkcI/AAAAAAAABB4/iMH39AL0tMU/s1600-h/Image316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244623015644271042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMik2HRQkcI/AAAAAAAABB4/iMH39AL0tMU/s320/Image316.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Con&lt;s&gt;necting&lt;/s&gt; People? You judge it yourself :P&lt;p align="left"&gt;Me is not artist. Don't expect nice picture or anime stuff from me. I'm going to bomb this blog with lots of post soon! watchout ya~ haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-9034649751968566366?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/9034649751968566366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=9034649751968566366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/9034649751968566366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/9034649751968566366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-creativity-strikes-at-wrong-time.html' title='When Creativity Strikes at a Wrong Time'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SMik1168vqI/AAAAAAAABBw/XpkXgTJ-HTY/s72-c/Image313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-1225467194659347686</id><published>2008-08-30T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:47:51.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouldn't end like this.</title><content type='html'>2 years, 2 most respectable person in my life left me. I don't know where they went to. I only know I will never meet them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-1225467194659347686?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/1225467194659347686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=1225467194659347686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/1225467194659347686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/1225467194659347686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/08/shouldn_30.html' title='Shouldn&apos;t end like this.'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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-5416276005297039611.post-949014549119628465</id><published>2008-08-20T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:17:20.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is true!</title><content type='html'>A little note for my friends;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear friends (applicable to those who know me very well in person&lt;br /&gt;only),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you have read here about me is not true! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even it is, dont ask me about anything u read here. Just keep it to&lt;br /&gt;yourself! I will not talk about anything on this blog with you all. Just read it&lt;br /&gt;if u like ok? :) I know u all care about me but I'm fine and will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Trully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is not my life! I only update when I feel like doing so. It wasn't like this last time because the initial intention of setting up this blog was furfilled. Today, whynick serves as daily rant only. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time for me to meet those I didn't meet for a long time already. I am going to keep my holidays free next week! Always say will go meet my aunt at Seremban but..... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! back to my Law Assignment now. Ciaoz! Gambateh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-949014549119628465?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/949014549119628465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=949014549119628465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/949014549119628465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/949014549119628465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/08/nothing-is-true.html' title='Nothing is true!'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-5198412980410488333</id><published>2008-08-19T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:51:37.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving is painful</title><content type='html'>I hate sending off people at the airport. That is why I seldom send my friends off whenever they go abroad to pursue their studies. The reason behind this is because I have a soft heart. I may cry out infront of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, I was forced to follow my mom to the airport to send a worker off back to his country- Bangladesh. He worked for my parents for 14 years. He once told me that he will work for my parents until the day he die and jokingly ask us to find any wooden box, put him inside and send his body back to his hometown. His temper is terrible. Any little things that doesn't go according to him, he will get mad and start to throw his temper around. That is why most of the workers there doesn't like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day I sent him to the airport, my mom wanted to check his luggage incase he took anything belongs to the company. 14 years working for her but she never trusted him. I was going to ask her not to do so as it not good afterall. My dad agreed not to check too. So in the end, she didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the airport, he was talking non-stop about his country, his family, his hometown to my mom and sister. No words came out from my mouth. I couldn't say a word to him. The feelings is like the day my grandma died and I dont dare to touch her for the last time. My eyes began to get waterish. I secretly wipe it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice my mom was driving very slowly at that time but the journey to the airport seems to be shorter than normal. I helped him to unload his luggage to the trolley and walk into the airport with him. His flight suppose to be 2.30am but was delayed for 3 hours. I was reluctant to leave and say good bye. My sister gave him Rm50 to buy himself a meal before we left. I shoke his hand for the last time and say good bye to him. He said: Terima Kasih! and gave me a can of RedBull drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without looking back, I quickly walk back to the car and left... another person who grew up with me left me again. A person who probably I will not meet anymore for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-5198412980410488333?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/5198412980410488333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=5198412980410488333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5198412980410488333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5198412980410488333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/08/leaving-is-painful.html' title='Leaving is painful'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-3098350817714437616</id><published>2008-08-08T09:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:36:06.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You say ‘tomahto’ and I say ‘tomayto’</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I stumble across an interesting article on the star online which i decided to share with you all today :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is about the different pronunciation of English words which many people is unclear of. It is a nice article. Enjoys~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You say ‘tomahto’ and I say ‘tomayto’&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Dr LIM CHIN LAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;ENGLISH is used in many countries — originally Britain, then the countries that started off as colonies, dominions, and protectorates of Britain. It is now used, to varying extents and to various degrees of proficiency, in the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The native English-speaking countries &lt;em&gt;(Australia, Canada, New Zealand and the United States)&lt;/em&gt; and those in which English is used to a large extent &lt;em&gt;(India, Malaysia, Fiji, South Africa, Zimbabwe, Uganda, etc.)&lt;/em&gt; each have their brand of English. Even then, these different Englishes are generally intelligible to the users of English at large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us look at &lt;strong&gt;British English &lt;em&gt;(BrE)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;American English (AmE, specifically North American English)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, the two most widely used kinds of English. The English spoken in other countries generally follows BrE or AmE — but with its own peculiarities. In Malaysia, the English we use is of the British variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BrE and AmE differ in many areas which I can but try to classify and summarise, with limited examples, within the constraints of this column.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Same words, different pronunciations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word herb is pronounced HERB in BrE but ERB in AmE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other examples: chance (CHAHNS/CHENS – the same difference in vowel sound also in class, command, dance, grass, past); fertile (FERTYL/FERTL); consortium(KONSORTIEM/KONSORSHIUM); route (ROOT/ROWT), schedule (SHEDIUL/SKEDIUL); and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Same words, difference in spelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, the ligatures “æ” and “?” are rarely encountered. BrE tends to separate out the conjoined vowels in print while AmE reduces them to the single letter ‘e’.&lt;br /&gt;Examples: anaemia/anemia, diarrhoea/diarrhea, encyclopaedia/encyclopedia, foetus/fetus, oedema/edema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more on the article, please click here -&gt; &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/lifestyle/story.asp?file=/2008/8/8/lifefocus/1632894&amp;amp;sec=lifefocus"&gt;The Star&lt;/a&gt;(Source)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-3098350817714437616?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/3098350817714437616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=3098350817714437616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/3098350817714437616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/3098350817714437616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-say-tomahto-and-i-say-tomayto.html' title='You say ‘tomahto’ and I say ‘tomayto’'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-6104979839621984423</id><published>2008-07-25T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T17:18:14.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidaying!</title><content type='html'>Busy! Holiday-ing!  Thanx for visiting! Might update soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-6104979839621984423?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/6104979839621984423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=6104979839621984423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6104979839621984423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6104979839621984423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/07/holidaying.html' title='Holidaying!'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-632789351886469342</id><published>2008-07-02T23:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:20:52.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hancock</title><content type='html'>Well, my exam's over. What to do now eh? My birthday is one day after my last paper, which is 3rd of July. What to give myself this year? I'm going to watch my favourite actor- WILL SMITH new movie- HANCOCK! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218444267311087266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGujaaFAPqI/AAAAAAAABBo/vLBAcebXkhU/s320/hancock.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know Nuffnang is giving out free tickets to watch this movie next Monday. But I dont want to wait so long leh. Instead, I'm going to redeem a free ticket from &lt;a href="http://gsc.com.my/"&gt;GSC&lt;/a&gt; because this month is my birthday month. Hehe.. see.. both free but I get to watch it earlier minus the freebies we might get from Nuffnang.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The most important thing is.. I wonder what will HANCOCK in BM will be. You know la, sometimes the subtitle will sound very wrong. Like Spiderman = Lelaki Labah-Labah etc.. Probably Hancock = something Ayam or.. "Jeng Jeng Jeng"?? LOL :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-632789351886469342?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/632789351886469342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=632789351886469342&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/632789351886469342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/632789351886469342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/07/hancock.html' title='Hancock'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGujaaFAPqI/AAAAAAAABBo/vLBAcebXkhU/s72-c/hancock.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-8188573035128890703</id><published>2008-07-01T11:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:20:53.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chef N!ck</title><content type='html'>I cooked dinner!! Haha.. dont be suprised.. I love to cook. I always see how my mom cook, what she put in and stuff. And then suddenly, I feel like cooking today. Today's dinner is dark soy sauce pork with onions and salted fish, hot and spicy tom yam stingray and one vege. Lol.. I don't know whats the vege name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217021626877137074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGaVh1eK0LI/AAAAAAAABAY/jQ8cl4jNVP8/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Where is the rice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pork is quite dark because I put too much dark soysauce. XD But its still tasty ok! No leftover that day. Call me Chef N!ck now!! Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-8188573035128890703?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/8188573035128890703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=8188573035128890703&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8188573035128890703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8188573035128890703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/07/chef-nck.html' title='Chef N!ck'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGaVh1eK0LI/AAAAAAAABAY/jQ8cl4jNVP8/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-4608467431890272630</id><published>2008-06-29T04:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:20:54.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-End of Story-</title><content type='html'>Very long didnt post pictures of sunset and sunrise already. Here's some I took with my handphone Nokia 6280. 2MP camera so don't complain. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGahquU7pTI/AAAAAAAABAg/DvNK1fwf9_k/s1600-h/Image136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217034973717701938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGahquU7pTI/AAAAAAAABAg/DvNK1fwf9_k/s320/Image136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGahrN5QQcI/AAAAAAAABAo/GWhiEiT-31c/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217034982191546818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGahrN5QQcI/AAAAAAAABAo/GWhiEiT-31c/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGahrHNBkaI/AAAAAAAABAw/i8fG_y_c5_8/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217034980395422114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGahrHNBkaI/AAAAAAAABAw/i8fG_y_c5_8/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGahrXv12rI/AAAAAAAABA4/2IHngV5HV_4/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217034984836422322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGahrXv12rI/AAAAAAAABA4/2IHngV5HV_4/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGahroipwhI/AAAAAAAABBA/_NshQHZTLWg/s1600-h/Image182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217034989344506386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGahroipwhI/AAAAAAAABBA/_NshQHZTLWg/s320/Image182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217036116304572466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGaitOy3sDI/AAAAAAAABBI/0G62jA5fuw0/s320/Image183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217036118689025650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGaitXrXjnI/AAAAAAAABBQ/mJ6d55FFqnE/s320/Image185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. Gtg sleep now. The time now is 4.45am. Need to wake up at 7.30am later.. =/&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/5416276005297039611-4608467431890272630?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/4608467431890272630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=4608467431890272630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/4608467431890272630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/4608467431890272630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-story.html' title='-End of Story-'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGahquU7pTI/AAAAAAAABAg/DvNK1fwf9_k/s72-c/Image136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-6407148892588191950</id><published>2008-06-25T22:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:20:56.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F&amp;N Freestylz</title><content type='html'>Not to be confused with graffiti, Street Art very often uses art techniques that are more formal- stenciling/printmaking, silk-screening, recycling of free stickers and sometimes sculpting. Street Art is now hailed as a popular global culture. We can now find magazines and art galleries specifically devoted to this art form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215825197360418690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGJVYeMzD4I/AAAAAAAAA_I/QPg3x9ZK9po/s320/f%26n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On June 07 2008 (Yea, I know its very long ago), after watching &lt;a href="http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-i-learned-to.html"&gt;How I learned to Drive&lt;/a&gt; at The Actors Studio, I rushed to The Curve to attend a dinner. What dinner? F&amp;amp;N is generous enough to host a dinner for more than 20 bloggers along with &lt;strong&gt;Joe Flizzow&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Danny One&lt;/strong&gt; while launching their new limited editions cans on the same day. The selected bloggers is lucky enough to be the first few to witness the unveiling of F&amp;amp;N special limited edition cans featuring Danny One, Joe Flizzow and Uncle Hussain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216564786236073874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGT2CNdpp5I/AAAAAAAAA_4/GK16Tr2jYvQ/s320/Image128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;F&amp;amp;N also organized a lucky draw for the medias(bloggers are now known as Medias also k!)- A PLASMA TV! -&gt; And the lucky winner is one of the bloggers - &lt;a href="http://momentzofmylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andrew&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The performance was great. Street Magic, Live performance by Uncle Hussain, Joe Flizzow and Danny One couldn't be anymore perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok la. Cut the craps. Pictures time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215825212990537554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGJVZYbTv1I/AAAAAAAAA_o/9DxAWI3wQLY/s320/Image126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We're not eating. Just testing out the 8-9course meal from Italianiese. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;They snaps the food, I snap them! LOL.. They so hardworking leh.. keep taking pictures of the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215825210411809730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGJVZO0fe8I/AAAAAAAAA_g/zg3q2qe9TI4/s320/Image125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215825199472679698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGJVYmEZmxI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/P5JCftzSH4o/s320/Image122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So hardworking.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215825205092313346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGJVY7AOaQI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/HlvorGOxVx8/s320/Image123.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216564786461419474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGT2COTYJ9I/AAAAAAAAA_w/knF3PnlH9fg/s320/Image124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My favourite! Salmon Carbonara? Dunno la.. I like the salmon only. Hahaha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216564787760479090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGT2CTJGO3I/AAAAAAAABAA/rORHrCN5HE4/s320/Image219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so near to the stage that I can &lt;s&gt;grab his balls anytime&lt;/s&gt; shake his hand anytime. =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216564792735138290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGT2ClrJgfI/AAAAAAAABAI/euicxn9jHFE/s320/Image220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yo Yo Yo?? =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216564799036355042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGT2C9JeceI/AAAAAAAABAQ/jjrUxAz_uaE/s320/Image205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Danny One so friendly. He even walk down the stage and take pictures with audiences while singing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok la.. There is still alot to write but I very lazy leh. U all can go hop to other blogs to get more coverage on this event. Another thing worth mentioning is both the emcee of the day is funny. :P The lady emcee dont recognize me anymore. Shes the same lady at the &lt;a href="http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/04/digi-reload-contest-media-launch.html"&gt;Digi event&lt;/a&gt;. Sweet voice emcee. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-6407148892588191950?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/6407148892588191950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=6407148892588191950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6407148892588191950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6407148892588191950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/06/f-freestylz.html' title='F&amp;N Freestylz'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SGJVYeMzD4I/AAAAAAAAA_I/QPg3x9ZK9po/s72-c/f%26n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-4535150930992578008</id><published>2008-06-23T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:20:56.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I learned to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFoNnMFNL4I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/kZyM2S5HKEM/s1600-h/HILTD_tall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213494485543890818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFoNnMFNL4I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/kZyM2S5HKEM/s320/HILTD_tall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning is a lifelong process. We start learning the moment we step on to this world. We learn how to breath, how to eat.. learning never stops. Even until the day we die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213494490515940914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFoNnemopjI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/DQahp7lwYpA/s320/HILTD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the Driving Lesson are over (Quote &lt;a href="http://charmayne.blogspot.com/"&gt;Charmayne&lt;/a&gt; :D), the play is really good. It was beyond my expectation. It was worth every cent of what I paid for. In fact, I wouldn't mind paying double if I knew how good the "driving lesson" is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Charmayne for inviting me over for the play. I seriously love every bits of it. :) When is the next play starring u har? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-4535150930992578008?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/4535150930992578008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=4535150930992578008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/4535150930992578008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/4535150930992578008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-i-learned-to.html' title='How I learned to...'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFoNnMFNL4I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/kZyM2S5HKEM/s72-c/HILTD_tall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-8821401264852130500</id><published>2008-06-22T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:20:58.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Unusual.</title><content type='html'>Do you think you would like to build any of the stairs in the below pictures in your dream house? I might. But first, I got to have a house. Before I can get a house, I need incomes and before incomes, I need a good paying job. Before a Job is to graduate. Haiz..=/ still along way to go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unusual Stairs Very very the unique and pretty....some may not that practical, I suppose. &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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213465647802654578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFnzYnH6n3I/AAAAAAAAA7o/2JOm3DyToPk/s320/ATT00006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213465649105408450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFnzYr-hEcI/AAAAAAAAA7w/qTyfa-YNEkA/s320/ATT00005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213465652757179954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFnzY5lKrjI/AAAAAAAAA74/F78LprvXvhI/s320/ATT00004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213465658436065474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFnzZOvHmMI/AAAAAAAAA8A/tybrZ42FulU/s320/ATT00002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213465655881795442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFnzZFOIh3I/AAAAAAAAA8I/mFMj27RbIMo/s320/ATT00001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213464630988395666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFnydbMgVJI/AAAAAAAAA7A/P9iKdCu4SAc/s320/ATT00011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213464630280281730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFnydYjrXoI/AAAAAAAAA7I/rQxx2LD220g/s320/ATT00010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213464633371662098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFnydkEuFxI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/WRVeo5GCtGQ/s320/ATT00009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213464635495542482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFnydr_F7tI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/4YcoxVSUvjI/s320/ATT00008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213464637913398114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFnyd0_je2I/AAAAAAAAA7g/bRsS9y59WEo/s320/ATT00007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbye! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-8821401264852130500?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/8821401264852130500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=8821401264852130500&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8821401264852130500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8821401264852130500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/06/something-unusual.html' title='Something Unusual.'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFnzYnH6n3I/AAAAAAAAA7o/2JOm3DyToPk/s72-c/ATT00006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-6015036749768255900</id><published>2008-06-20T12:25:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:21:01.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Trafford – Mister Potato Football Contest</title><content type='html'>Guys, still remember the &lt;a href="http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/06/project-trafford.html"&gt;Project Trafford &lt;/a&gt;thingy I posted no so long ago? :D Well, its time to reveal everything behind this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213923422698410194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFuTungHENI/AAAAAAAAA-I/w-J5To6wVZo/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it is a contest from Mister Potato. Contestants need to collect seals and pouch by eating Mister Potato chips and collect it to accumulate football points and redeem attractive prizes. 30 Top collectors will win a tour to Manchester United Stadium and museum worth Rm15, 000 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213923415290123970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFuTuL51lsI/AAAAAAAAA-A/jGPlSCu5SYU/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213923409241135746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFuTt1XpWoI/AAAAAAAAA9w/0Y3ik3jLB1g/s320/Image114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;160g Canister seal = 3 points&lt;br /&gt;85g pouch = 2 points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;55g pouch = 1 point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213923410371416546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFuTt5lIEeI/AAAAAAAAA94/KhMxVe5VOnQ/s320/Image115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;3Points~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213925000156484850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFuVKb_bFPI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/B79QQ6ZMwYo/s320/Image119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this project, our group (group A) is required to come up with GAME PLAN or strategy on how to win the 30 tickets together as a group. Woah... 30 tickets to where? To old trafford lor... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213928968129682530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFuYxZ19HGI/AAAAAAAAA-4/rs0EQgcTw4w/s320/OldTrafford.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go, what is our plan? Hehehe… What is the main objective of this project? Answer: to accumulate the most points to win all 30 tickets as a group. How? In our plan, we are going to "Hijack" people’s seals! Yes! Hijack is the gate to our victory! Hijacking never been this fun! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me introduce our team member again and their role in the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kennysia- Mastermind/Leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213920633905323986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFuRMScBn9I/AAAAAAAAA9I/C_DPRtO-U2w/s320/Kenny%2BSia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jayce- The "receiver"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213920637228794482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFuRMe0ZwnI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/fKJiMZIAZhY/s320/JayceOoi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sheng Li- The "ripper" aka The Flower Ninja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213920636831855218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFuRMdVw8nI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/y1tavvP5ggA/s320/shengli.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pik Yen- The "calculator?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213920641074546146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFuRMtJTReI/AAAAAAAAA9g/LepfAPMOQF0/s320/pik+yen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Michelle- The "writer"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213920637554100178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFuRMgB9h9I/AAAAAAAAA9o/Lv6hiwv89iA/s320/-michelle+in+red-.jpg" border="0" /&gt; and lastly, me the transporter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213930083477148082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFuZyU1g0bI/AAAAAAAAA_A/gIiPa8mXJsU/s320/nick.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;How it started?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time~ far far away in the city, Mister Potato organized a contest…. Hahaha.. U think am gonna start like that? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead by the mastermind Kennysia, we met up and Kenny told us about his great idea on how to win all the tickets to Manchester! After planning and setting up our strategy, we head on to work out the plan together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first move is to send Jayce to act as receiver at Mister Potato Office. His job is to bribe the security guard to let him sit in the security guard house. How to bribe the guard? We will tell him that if we win the 30 tickets to Old Trafford, we'll give the security and his family 4 tickets which is worth RM60k in total.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each time there are postman or personal senders arriving in the front gate, Jayce would go into action. Jayce would then welcome the sender at the front gate to "receive" the envelopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213917134872302706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFuOAnhi1HI/AAAAAAAAA9A/NuyJuAaP2vc/s320/Jayce_Receiver_Final_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After getting the seals, Jayce will pass it on to Sheng Li aka the Flower Ninja! She will rip off the envelopes without mercy and happily collecting seals without having to beg or rip the canister seals at supermarkets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213926765452970626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFuWxMO5yoI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Ad0gxvyw-Qk/s320/Sheng+Li2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can feel the aura already rite? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213917134556889490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFuOAmWWAZI/AAAAAAAAA84/LV4Ypjxq9V8/s320/CSC_0011e1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next stage? Seals will be passed on to the "counter" which will be taken care by Pik Yen. Since this is a group work, she will divides all hijacked seals and pouches equally among us while fantasizing which footballer she gonna meet at Old Trafford. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213917132317472674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFuOAeAbN6I/AAAAAAAAA8o/Kagl1IYIEck/s320/DSCN7203e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're not done yet! Divided seals and pouches will then falls on Michelle's hand. She will put in our personal information into each envelope with the seals to participate in the &lt;a href="http://www.misterpotato.com.my/"&gt;Mister Potato Football Contest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213926770704254418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFuWxfy6BdI/AAAAAAAAA-g/p-V_eBCmKU4/s320/Put_inside_envelope.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Filling in our informations to envelopes =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213926773295899026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFuWxpczYZI/AAAAAAAAA-o/98Vc8YNlr3A/s320/Ready_to_pass_to_nick.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last step will be performed by me! which is posting the parcel out back to Mister Potato Office. Isn't that a perfect plan? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213927229610306210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFuXMNWoqqI/AAAAAAAAA-w/rqPD07q-WXI/s320/GetAttachment2a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.. you must be asking don’t u afraid your parcel will be hijacked by other people too? Don’t worry, we still have Jayce at the Security Guard house to take care of everything. There won't be any loopholes in our plan! Kudos! Lets get our luggage bag and prepare to go to Old Trafford!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, tell me our plan is Fantastic! :)&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/5416276005297039611-6015036749768255900?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/6015036749768255900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=6015036749768255900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6015036749768255900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6015036749768255900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/06/project-trafford-mister-potato-football.html' title='Project Trafford – Mister Potato Football Contest'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFuTungHENI/AAAAAAAAA-I/w-J5To6wVZo/s72-c/DSC00024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-7491138291852211069</id><published>2008-06-18T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:21:01.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFnl8bBIaRI/AAAAAAAAA64/ZOk3GNIkrrE/s1600-h/Image137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213450869865474322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFnl8bBIaRI/AAAAAAAAA64/ZOk3GNIkrrE/s320/Image137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe... after one week of holiday, I'm back! but its not enough leh. Next week will be my finals and after that, am going to travel again! I've planned all my holidays after finals. Blogging business will be back to usual soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many to update, so little time~ =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-7491138291852211069?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/7491138291852211069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=7491138291852211069&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/7491138291852211069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/7491138291852211069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-back.html' title='I am BACK!'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SFnl8bBIaRI/AAAAAAAAA64/ZOk3GNIkrrE/s72-c/Image137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-789695810920820464</id><published>2008-06-08T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:59:34.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been busy lately</title><content type='html'>I've been attending events like F&amp;amp;N Freestylz - Unleash Your Art, How I learned to Drive stage play, meeting old friends, fixing comps and searching for a place for a holiday thus neglecting thi blog. Sorry =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been spending time thinking for myself and also this blog. At last, I came out with a decision. I gave myself a period of time. 3months. For what? U think youself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-789695810920820464?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/789695810920820464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=789695810920820464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/789695810920820464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/789695810920820464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/06/been-busy-lately.html' title='Been busy lately'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-2070185467555516014</id><published>2008-06-01T22:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:21:02.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Trafford</title><content type='html'>Remember the Top Secret Campaign organized by Nuffnang? Well, on first glance thru the title PROJECT TRAFFORD, what comes to the mind? YES! MANCHESTER UNITED! RED DEVILS! EPL CHAMPION! ECL CHAMPION! Woohooo….and the best part is I’m one of the selected 40 bloggers to participate in this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207227674475493602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SEPJ-xmx-OI/AAAAAAAAA6w/Ch4ptF4Up6I/s320/project+trafford.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title Project Trafford itself sounds so missionary already. (I know it sounds wrong :P). *plays Mission Impossible music* Many of us wasn’t sure about what is the campaign about at first. But don't worry, you will get the whole thing if you stay tune to this blog! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;40 bloggers which was selected will be put into 8 groups of 5 bloggers along with one leader to work together and come up with an idea that addresses the objectives of a campaign from the client. Now, our first task is to underline the objectives of Project Trafford and the group in which I'm working in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Project Trafford, we need to come out with a Marketing Plan/ Strategy to promote our Client's product/contest. Our mission is to come out with a stategy to grab all 30 tickets to watch Man Utd players playing live at Old Trafford. That is awesome as I'm majoring in Marketing. Can learn and have fun at the same time! How to win the 30 tickets? Click on to &lt;a href="http://www.misterpotato.com.my/"&gt;www.misterpotato.com.my&lt;/a&gt; to enlighten yourself! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I can start everything, I need a team! Who is in my team? No.. am not recruiting any members here. Sorry =/ My team which will be brainstorming with me thru out this Project is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a) &lt;a href="http://www.jayceooi.com/"&gt;Jayce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206928603017771122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SEK5-hmx-HI/AAAAAAAAA54/KAKF0UFg1SA/s320/JayceOoi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) &lt;a href="http://www.thissucksmonkeyass.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sheng Li&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206928620197640354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SEK5_hmx-KI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/vhHlhPBQr5k/s320/shengli.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) &lt;a href="http://www.pikyen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pik Yen&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206928620197640338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SEK5_hmx-JI/AAAAAAAAA6I/FjhlzP005TM/s320/pik+yen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d) &lt;a href="http://www.wallaby-michy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206928615902673026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SEK5_Rmx-II/AAAAAAAAA6A/RVIP-dWKV30/s320/-michelle+in+red-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned something about each group will have a leader just now rite? Yes, we need a leader and our leader is not one of the members I mentioned just now. Who is he? Behold my friends!!!!! My leader is no ordinary. He possesses a big pairs of coconut as he claims =/ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206928624492607666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SEK5_xmx-LI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/I-QdS12YAK4/s320/coconut.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is he???Hehehe... &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/"&gt;Kennysia&lt;/a&gt; lor... :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207107978031921362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SENdHhmx-NI/AAAAAAAAA6o/BaA1SQSVFaI/s320/kennysia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know..we're all very cool looking! Don't jealous XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-2070185467555516014?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/2070185467555516014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=2070185467555516014&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/2070185467555516014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/2070185467555516014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/06/project-trafford.html' title='Project Trafford'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SEPJ-xmx-OI/AAAAAAAAA6w/Ch4ptF4Up6I/s72-c/project+trafford.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-7061730074890130031</id><published>2008-05-30T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:21:02.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Trafford</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SEDpIBmx-GI/AAAAAAAAA5w/d2iTzqadfs8/s1600-h/2511917616_f24b253d14_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206417493319612514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SEDpIBmx-GI/AAAAAAAAA5w/d2iTzqadfs8/s320/2511917616_f24b253d14_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me is selected to participate in this project organised by Nuffnang! Woohooo~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More information on this project will be posted soon. ;) Stay tune yea? =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-7061730074890130031?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/7061730074890130031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=7061730074890130031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/7061730074890130031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/7061730074890130031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/05/project-trafford.html' title='Project Trafford'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SEDpIBmx-GI/AAAAAAAAA5w/d2iTzqadfs8/s72-c/2511917616_f24b253d14_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-8713042296482803479</id><published>2008-05-28T15:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:21:03.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roaring My Way to Nuffnang Wild ‘Live’ Blogging *edited*</title><content type='html'>Nuffnang having another Party again- &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/wild-live-blogging/"&gt;Nuffnang Wild ‘Live’ Blogging Powered by Maxis Broadband&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time – 6.30pm to 10.00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date – 21st of June 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue – Modesto’s/Rain, Desa Sri Hartamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress code – Animal theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am giving a try to get an invitation to that party. How? Simply post a drawing or a picture of any animal of your liking on your blog. But I suck in drawing!!! but Jane gave me an idea. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SD0Lgxmx-EI/AAAAAAAAA5g/FpsN_XufKSA/s1600-h/nuffnang.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205329402009876546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SD0Lgxmx-EI/AAAAAAAAA5g/FpsN_XufKSA/s320/nuffnang.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So obvious that is a cat rite? no?? SAY YES PLEASE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say my cat not wild enough..So I edited it to make it WILDER! Here is my new version of WILD CAT! *ROARS* hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205651198139562066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SD4wLxmx-FI/AAAAAAAAA5o/JaR0zS7fZE8/s320/nuffnang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hehe.. meow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-8713042296482803479?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/8713042296482803479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=8713042296482803479&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8713042296482803479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8713042296482803479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/05/roaring-my-way-to-nuffnang-wild-live.html' title='Roaring My Way to Nuffnang Wild ‘Live’ Blogging *edited*'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SD0Lgxmx-EI/AAAAAAAAA5g/FpsN_XufKSA/s72-c/nuffnang.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-1845341109573022891</id><published>2008-05-27T13:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:16:48.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When is the last chapter?</title><content type='html'>Well, when is the last chapter for this blog? I'm so tired.. and dont wish to continue anymore. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After putting in so much effort to get readers, I somehow abit reluctant to stop this. No, this is not some prank or whatever.. I'm still thinking whether to continue or stop it. My academic results is getting worse by days and I think the main problem is I spend too much time surfing the net and chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some will say, haiya.. talk only.. sure will blog again one. Yea.. I think I will too. SO.. what to do? I dunno. =/ Sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-1845341109573022891?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/1845341109573022891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=1845341109573022891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/1845341109573022891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/1845341109573022891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-is-last-chapter_27.html' title='When is the last chapter?'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-5931961098624261623</id><published>2008-05-27T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:21:03.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See you there?</title><content type='html'>Hah! I am going to watch &lt;a href="http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-i-learned-to-drive.html"&gt;How I learned to Drive&lt;/a&gt; play on 7th June (Saturday) 3pm. Anyone with me? Ticket price is Rm33 / Rm22 for students and senior citizens. Please do come and support yea? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.theoralstage.com/publicity/hiltd/wide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204906592544356402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SDuK-Bmx-DI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/iEAKYduVByU/s320/Image163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204906583954421794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SDuK9hmx-CI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/brf7BgoDG4g/s320/Image169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok.. I'm not involved nor being paid for writing this out. Just that I'm so into stage play lately and I want to lend my support to them. Lets do something for arts alrite? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-5931961098624261623?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/5931961098624261623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=5931961098624261623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5931961098624261623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5931961098624261623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/05/see-you-there.html' title='See you there?'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SDuK-Bmx-DI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/iEAKYduVByU/s72-c/Image163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-1426867603515405900</id><published>2008-05-25T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:03:08.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One year gone~</title><content type='html'>Shes gone for a year according to the Lunar Calendar. I wonder how is she doing at her place now. I seriously miss her. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th June 2007. Wednesday. I'll always remember this date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-1426867603515405900?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/1426867603515405900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=1426867603515405900&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/1426867603515405900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/1426867603515405900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-year-gone.html' title='One year gone~'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-3090567110869468714</id><published>2008-05-25T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:31:14.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sien-ness</title><content type='html'>Nothing much to do on Sunday :( Only can watch HK series but I already watch 12 episode in a day. Still want to camp infront the tv meh? I got better life to live k. XD like.. blog hopping and blogging. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch the Singing competition on Astro first. Ciaoz. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-3090567110869468714?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/3090567110869468714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=3090567110869468714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/3090567110869468714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/3090567110869468714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/05/sien-ness.html' title='Sien-ness'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-2838027366354902174</id><published>2008-05-22T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:00:29.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Learned To Drive</title><content type='html'>Growing up in a family with thin, penetrable personal boundaries, Li’l Bit becomes the victim of an incestuous intimacy - Uncle Peck does not only teach his teenage niece to drive, but sexualises her childhood as well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Narrated through a series of bittersweet flashbacks, HOW I LEARNED TO DRIVE is an honest, coming-of-age account on forgiveness, healing and growth – and how one can find light even from the unhealthiest of relationships.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.theoralstage.com/publicity/hiltd/wide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW I LEARNED TO DRIVE was first produced in 1997 in New York City and has since been awarded, in addition to the Pulitzer: the Obie, the Drama Desk Award, the New York Drama Critics Award, the Outer Circle Critics Award, and the Lucille Lortel Award.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Featuring Amelia Chen, Johann Lim, Doreen Loo, Davina Goh and Mark Beau de Silva, with Kelvin Wong as Creative Director.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.theoralstage.com/publicity/hiltd/tall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*FOR MATURE AUDIENCES*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHOWDATES &amp;amp; TIMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th – 7th June 2008 @ 8.30 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7th – 8th June 2008 @ 3.00 pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VENUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Actors Studio Bangsar Level 3,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;West Wing Bangsar Shopping Centre285, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jalan Maarof Bukit Bandaraya 59000 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TICKETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RM33 (Adults); &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RM22 (Students, senior citizens &amp;amp; the disabled)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TICKET CONTACT TAS @ BSC Box Office: 03-2094 0400/1400&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OUR BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://howilearnedtodrive.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" vtq5n="0" tnme3="0"&gt;http://howilearnedtodrive.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ON THE WEB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theoralstage.com/" target="_blank" vtq5n="0" tnme3="0"&gt;http://www.theoralstage.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theactorsstudio.com.my/" target="_blank" vtq5n="0" tnme3="0"&gt;http://www.theactorsstudio.com.my/&lt;/a&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;Founded in 2004, &lt;a href="http://www.theoralstage.com/" target="_blank" vtq5n="0" tnme3="0"&gt;The Oral Stage (TOS)&lt;/a&gt; is an independent youth theatre company comprising of youth from all walks of life, regardless of theatre background. TOS has nurtured more than 70 individuals to date and has 5 productions under its belt, having performed in several venues around Kuala Lumpur, The Klang Valley and Penang Island. Presenting a myriad of issues pertaining to youth today, the company utilizes theatre as a significant medium that engages, evokes and entertains an audience, while channelling across the voice of Malaysian youth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should you require additional information regarding the production or The Oral Stage, please contact &lt;a href="http://charmayne.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" vtq5n="0" tnme3="0"&gt;Charmayne Chung&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="mailto:charmayne@theoralstage.com" vtq5n="0" tnme3="0"&gt;charmayne@theoralstage.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanx :)&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/5416276005297039611-2838027366354902174?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/2838027366354902174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=2838027366354902174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/2838027366354902174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/2838027366354902174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-i-learned-to-drive.html' title='How I Learned To Drive'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-760044688124175717</id><published>2008-05-21T12:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:21:04.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like every Mother's day, my brothers and sister will buy mom a dinner. This year is no exception. Only that we couldn't make up our mind where to eat. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We usually celebrate Mother's day one day before the actual day to avoid the crowd. Sis ask me to suggest a place and I simply mutter out TGI Friday since mom keep saying how delicious their food is after visiting that place with her friends few weeks back. We planned to leave the house 6pm sharp and my bro left with his gf and my cousin(dont ask me why is she joining us.My mom invited her over) to TGI Friday at The Curve but dad wanted me to teach him how to use the iPhone he brought and we didnt leave the house until 7pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201769451771212242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SDBlwZhNMdI/AAAAAAAAA4g/ZRV0zGjVRMk/s320/Image173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the way to The Curve, my bro called and said TGI the curve is full. So we changed the venue to TGI One Utama instead. After reaching TGI One Utama, we got our table but since we have 11 people and we didnt make any bookings before hand, we were seated at 2 different tables. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro suggest that its not that good to sit seperately since our main purpose it to dine together, we change to another restaurant instead. Where? We tried One Shabu Shabu. Its a steamboat restaurant and we're given a private pot each so we dont need to share saliva. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201769477541016034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SDBlx5hNMeI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Gd7G2dR1Kmc/s320/Image174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201769563440361986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SDBl25hNMgI/AAAAAAAAA44/AVnQ64LYmBs/s320/Image176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201769580620231186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SDBl35hNMhI/AAAAAAAAA5A/d4OMm9QYbpw/s320/Image177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Itadakimasu~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The food is quite nice, services is superb, price is erm... I'll say worth it and affordable. How much is it? Rm 336 for 11pax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201770461088526882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SDBmrJhNMiI/AAAAAAAAA5I/xGkrfOKCo8A/s320/Image178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Burps*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, my sis complain she wasn't full and she went to buy Big Apple Donuts for supper. Hehe.. thats all for my Mother's day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-760044688124175717?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/760044688124175717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=760044688124175717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/760044688124175717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/760044688124175717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day :)'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SDBlwZhNMdI/AAAAAAAAA4g/ZRV0zGjVRMk/s72-c/Image173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-2712662482315774192</id><published>2008-05-19T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T08:00:01.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy marriage or not?</title><content type='html'>I take marriage as something serious(well, who doesn't? XD ). Its about living with your beloved one for the rest of your entire life. So, finding a suitable partner who you think you can spend the rest of your life is not easy. And for her to think you're the one who she can spend the rest of her life ain't easy too. Actually I wanted to tell you people how I see marriage as and bla bla bla.. but forget it. Haha.. Who actually cared? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, heres a good laugh for you people who need to work on Wesak Day! I actually received this joke from &lt;a href="http://carmen-wen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carmen&lt;/a&gt; and I'm going to share with you all! Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time a married couple celebrated their 25th marriage anniversary. They have become famous in the city for not having a single conflict in their 25 years of marriage. Local newspaper editors had gathered at the occasion to find out the secret of their well known 'happy marriage'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editor: 'Sir. It's amazingly unbelievable. How did you make this possible?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband recalling his old honeymoon days said: After marriage we went to Shimla for our honeymoon. One day, we decided to go horse riding and selected the horses. My horse was pretty okay but the horse my wife was riding seemed to be a crazy. After riding sometime, that horse jumped suddenly, making my wife topple over. Recovering her position from the ground, she patted the horse's back and said 'This is your first time'. She climbed onto the horse and continued with the ride. After a while, it happened again. This time she again kept calm and said 'This is your second time' and continued. When the horse dropped her the third time, she silently took out the revolver from the purse and shot the horse dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouted at my wife: ' You psycho, what did you do that for!? You killed the poor animal. Are you crazy?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave a silent look and said: 'This is your first time!!!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband: 'That's it. We are happy ever after.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-2712662482315774192?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/2712662482315774192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=2712662482315774192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/2712662482315774192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/2712662482315774192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-marriage-or-not.html' title='Happy marriage or not?'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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-5416276005297039611.post-809772491054065634</id><published>2008-05-18T23:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:21:04.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the LOVE?</title><content type='html'>Reading news about the &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/5/18/worldupdates/2008-05-18T201838Z_01_NOOTR_RTRMDNC_0_-336366-2&amp;amp;sec=Worldupdates"&gt;SiChuan Quake &lt;/a&gt;really upset me. The "Golden 72 hours" to save those survivors has passed and their survival chances is dropping every seconds. Now, (according to experts from some country), those buried under collapsed buildings have 5 more days to get rescued without water and food. Today is the 8th day which is also the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201750476605698466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SDBUf5hNMaI/AAAAAAAAA4I/6Zm9784a2Pg/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always wanted to do something for them but I couldn't. Not financially nor volunteer myself to go there and rescue them. I can only pray for them sincerely in my heart. It's a tragic for the peoples there. They did nothing to deserve such awful disaster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201751378548830658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SDBVUZhNMcI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/k73uCrgVAPg/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May those survivors be strong. May those injured recover as soon as possible. May those still waiting for people to rescue stay strong. Help will reach to you soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who wish to donate money to help, you can do so here. -&gt; &lt;a href="http://time-blog.com/china_blog/2008/05/sichuan_earthquake_how_to_dona.html"&gt;How to Donate &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You!&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/5416276005297039611-809772491054065634?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/809772491054065634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=809772491054065634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/809772491054065634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/809772491054065634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/05/where-is-love.html' title='Where is the LOVE?'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SDBUf5hNMaI/AAAAAAAAA4I/6Zm9784a2Pg/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-5886900627176163698</id><published>2008-05-14T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:19:48.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@^&amp;#^&amp;@*#&amp;(@</title><content type='html'>Some people is so asshole! FUCK THEM SCREW THEM! THEY DONT DESERVE TO LIVE! STOP INHALING MY OXYGEN! GO DIE MUTHAFUCKER!! ASSHOLE! KNS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to play it, PLAY IT FAIR! FUCK YOU LAR... AND YOU BLOODY REMOVED THAT PIECE OF SHIT POST!!! NO BALLS MAN YOU. DONT DESERVE TO BE A MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO PISSED. YOU CAN GO FUCK YOUSELF NOW. KNSCCB! SUCH A PUSSY LAR YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-5886900627176163698?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/5886900627176163698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=5886900627176163698&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5886900627176163698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5886900627176163698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='@^&amp;#^&amp;@*#&amp;(@'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-2033506470884994820</id><published>2008-05-13T12:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:21:05.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who you?</title><content type='html'>I received a mail few days ago and that guy( I assume its a guy) showed me some pictures. Its not nude lady picture but Coke. For you to know, I started collecting coke since last year. He showed me some Coke from China with the 5 Olympic mascot on it. DAMM IT!!!! I dont have it in my collection yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199721731623563650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SCkfXZhNMYI/AAAAAAAAA34/Q-FZ1XU9LvE/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not selling it to me but he asked me to add him on MSN and play a game with him. =/ I added him but yet to start the game with him yet. Till now.. Let him hold the cokes as hostage first. Dun worry "cokie", I'll save you from him soon.. with the Hello Kitties I hope :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199721735918530962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SCkfXphNMZI/AAAAAAAAA4A/cVUQF-shhaI/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since the coke's from China, I guess its my friend who is playing a joke on me. But dun care lar... I'll still get it from him. Hehehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Show you all my collection next time =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-2033506470884994820?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/2033506470884994820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=2033506470884994820&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/2033506470884994820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/2033506470884994820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/05/who-you.html' title='Who you?'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SCkfXZhNMYI/AAAAAAAAA34/Q-FZ1XU9LvE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-8967704429446621877</id><published>2008-05-13T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T12:51:11.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down in the ocean of whatever... =/</title><content type='html'>Dont bother the title.. that is what came across my mind all of sudden. I have no mood to do anything at all yet I need to accomplish them. =/ Semester Final is next month and I still have so many assignments to finish up, friends who needs my help (I need more from you guys k!), parents which never stop asking me to do this and that(like I can say NO?) and bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For months, I never sleep without planning what to do the next morning. I know everyone does that but thinking about it for hours on the bed? Seriously sucks lor...moreover, I'm a person who cannot handle stress. Now, fucking stop giving me pressure already!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't remember when is the last time I had a good laugh (Ok lar, it was yesterday when I was watching MY WIFE IS A GAMBLING MAESTRO ) but sigh... ahh..forget it. Its hard to explain. =/ I hate explaining things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a long time since I've written a post based on personal feelings. Usually its just some random photos posting or events I attended. Sad to say, this blog is so....not my style. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of ranting. I'll go do something productive but lifeless like assignments. X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm going to do something really childish now. That is to switch off my phone for the rest of the day until tomorrow morning*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-8967704429446621877?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/8967704429446621877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=8967704429446621877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8967704429446621877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8967704429446621877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/05/down-in-ocean-of-whatever.html' title='Down in the ocean of whatever... =/'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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-5416276005297039611.post-5637162194591399794</id><published>2008-05-08T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T15:17:06.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont ASK!</title><content type='html'>THIS IS AN ABSOLUTE CLASSIC.  ALWAYS REMEMBER NEVER ASK A QUESTION UNLESS YOU KNOW THE ANSWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Grandma Goes To Court, Lawyers should never ask a Mississippi grandma a question if they aren't prepared for the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a trial, a Southern small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, a grandmotherly, elderly woman to the stand. He approached her and asked, 'Mrs. Jones, do you know me?' She responded, 'Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I've known you since you were a boy, and frankly, you've been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you're a big shot when you haven't the brains to realize you'll never amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and asked, 'Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense attorney?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She again replied, 'Why yes, I do. I've known Mr. Bradley since he was a youngster, too. He's lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking problem. He can't build a normal relationship with anyone, and his law practice is one of the worst in the entire state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with three different women. One of them was your wife. Yes, I know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The defense attorney nearly died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge asked both counselors to approach the bench and, in a very quiet voice, said, 'If either of you idiots asks her if she knows me, I'll send you both to the electric chair.'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill lar... A joke a day keep u coming here everyday.. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-5637162194591399794?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/5637162194591399794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=5637162194591399794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5637162194591399794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5637162194591399794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-ask.html' title='Dont ASK!'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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-5416276005297039611.post-6593089154394142691</id><published>2008-05-07T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T12:03:52.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have taggies to do. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This thingy is saved as draft for almost 2 weeks now. Hehe.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See Chee Hoe, I did ur tag as promised. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Instruction: Remove ONE from below and add in your own personal question, make it a total of 20 questions.&lt;br /&gt;Then, tag 8 people in your list and list them out in the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The person who tagged you is: &lt;a href="http://adrianhoo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chee Hoe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's your favourite anime at the present time?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I never watch anime. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Given the chance, what special ability/power would you like to have? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmm.. Power to do anything. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's your favourite colour? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;White lor.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. Where is the place you want to go the most? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Japan! Not because of the babes lar although its one of the reason.. Japan sounds cool to me. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you have one dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I want to be forever 18. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Rainbow after rain is a must! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most now? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My parents. I love them&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what would you do? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will fly to Japan and eat ramen there. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes but not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. Whats part of your body do you like most? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Which type of person do you hate the most? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your ambition? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Built a happy family and live with them forever without having to worry about anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you have fault, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want them to tell me but not so directly. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;14. What do you think is the most important thing in your life? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you a shopaholic or not? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nope. I hate shopaholics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Find a word to describe the person who tagged you. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chee Hoe is friendly. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll give the chance to other ppl. I dont need it at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Is there anything that you have done which you regret? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;More than I can count. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What makes you different? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm special to some extent:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you feel good to be friend with the person who tagged you? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of coz..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehe.. done doing it. Not planning to tag anyone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-6593089154394142691?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/6593089154394142691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=6593089154394142691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6593089154394142691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6593089154394142691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-have-taggies-to-do.html' title='We have taggies to do. :)'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-2692316033860585855</id><published>2008-05-01T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:21:08.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taman Pertanian Malaysia-Another Sunday plan. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;At first, our plan consists of 6 and more ppl but in the end, only 3 guys including me turned up. We were quite reluctant to go because we hanged out till quite late the day before. But due to my enthutiasm, I forced myself to wake up to execute our initial plan. Had a light breakfast and there we go to start our healthy plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195334656072417362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBmJV_h5AFI/AAAAAAAAA3g/bDttxnqcNsE/s320/Image089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what plan huh?? We're cycling around Taman Pertanian Malaysia at Bukit Cahaya Shah Alam. We paid Rm3 per person for the entrance fees and head to bicycle rental shop to rent a bike to tour around the big taman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195105425077895010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBi42_h4_2I/AAAAAAAAA1s/bq7tomxg-io/s320/Image091.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Advice: choose a comfortable bike as u'll be riding it for few hours. U won't want to feel pain in the ass rather than enjoying it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195105433667829618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBi43fh4_3I/AAAAAAAAA10/71uyIua2HWo/s320/Image094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My 2 buddy :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Things went according to plan at first. We reach there safely, rent a bike, take some pictures and chit chat while cycling but thanx to certain people who is keen to "explore new places", we took a wrong route and end up pushing the bike instead of riding it. Many times, we suggest to stop moving forward and turn back but the leader insisted to go futher. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195105480912469906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBi46Ph4_5I/AAAAAAAAA2E/6UJjO8iiuLE/s320/Image102.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Too steep to ride up.. Need to push it instead. Somehow it reminds me of the Father and son who wants to sell a donkey story. =/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195105442257764226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBi43_h4_4I/AAAAAAAAA18/pLvqiO01hNI/s320/Image098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we dumped the bike aside to take a rest and chit chat again for uncountable times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we saw a patrol car and asked for direction. We were heading to a dead end according to them. So wtf I know.. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we're back on track, things changed. Its so fun to cycle around the place. The weather, the fresh air and animals we saw along the way made the day perfect for us. Believe it or not, they have a real Paddy field there too. This is the first time in my life to see a real paddy field with growing paddy on it. Well, at least its special to me the city kid. =/ You'll be amazed how nice is that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195111515341520834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBi-Zfh4_8I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/cN8-AFkx6xE/s320/Image103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195111523931455442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBi-Z_h4_9I/AAAAAAAAA2g/6wc-X-Awjsw/s320/Image105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the many lake there. Can have picnic here also. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195111528226422770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBi-aPh4__I/AAAAAAAAA2w/yu8AlzVvt-M/s320/Image111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a four season house there too. It was Spring at that time and inside the season house, we can see growing plants under controlled temperature of 7-12 degree celcius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195111523931455458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBi-Z_h4_-I/AAAAAAAAA2o/wCqMWxWEg0U/s320/Image110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195334634597580818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBmJUvh5ABI/AAAAAAAAA3A/hEGBe8u_pTw/s320/Image119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195111536816357378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBi-avh5AAI/AAAAAAAAA24/JYzblTr2tqQ/s320/Image113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;s&gt;enjoying the aircond &lt;/s&gt;admiring the flowers inside, we continue exploring the place. Next destination is the observation tower. From the name itself, we can sense its a very tall tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195334643187515426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBmJVPh5ACI/AAAAAAAAA3I/rZeH6KxUq5g/s320/Image121.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;View from ontop of the tower.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195335953152540786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBmKhfh5AHI/AAAAAAAAA3w/4RuxSUyZI0A/s320/Image122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I didnt take any picture of the whole tower from because once I reach the top of the tower, the scenary took all the attention of mine. We sat there for merely 1 hour and 30mins and chat. We talked about almost everything. Three guys, one tower and 90 mins of talk = priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195334651777450050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBmJVvh5AEI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Zkds2nIZSMw/s320/Image128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So great to lie down there and enjoy the view.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195334647482482738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBmJVfh5ADI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/gsZdrYyzvR0/s320/Image123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love fluffy clouds &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes very fast and the clock was showing 2.30pm. We climbed down the tower and cycled back to return the bicycles. Since its still early, we boarded the mini sightseing bus. The bus took us around the taman in the 15mins ride.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195105407898025810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBi41_h4_1I/AAAAAAAAA1k/CQ1dkSfIuvs/s320/Image090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we drove to Tropicana to meet up with a friend and head off to Aman Suria to eat Roti Tisu. :P Aint ordinary roti tissue. Its roti tissue from Kayu Kandar shop. I bet someone at New Zealand is wiping off his saliva now. Hehehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195335944562606178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBmKg_h5AGI/AAAAAAAAA3o/ScZhPpGyiCs/s320/Image131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehe..thats all about another Sunday of mine. I'll definitely return to the taman next time. So, who wanna join me? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-2692316033860585855?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/2692316033860585855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=2692316033860585855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/2692316033860585855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/2692316033860585855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/05/taman-pertanian-malaysia-another-sunday.html' title='Taman Pertanian Malaysia-Another Sunday plan. :)'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBmJV_h5AFI/AAAAAAAAA3g/bDttxnqcNsE/s72-c/Image089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-457689697023165465</id><published>2008-04-29T14:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:21:16.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Volleyball Tournament.</title><content type='html'>Went back to my primary school (Sri Kuala Lumpur) last saturday for a volleyball tournament. No, I did not attend as a player but Assistant Coach..hehe. Its been 8 years.. I never come back and visit my primary school ever since I finish my primary school life in year 2000. Nothing much changed except for the bloody expensive school fees i guess. The fees was Rm7k per year when i left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tournament starts at 9am with total of 8 teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBbMLvh4_rI/AAAAAAAAA0U/_WmUprrl3as/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194563722327686834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBbMLvh4_rI/AAAAAAAAA0U/_WmUprrl3as/s320/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing against Inti team (the so called best team in our group with a state player) was terrifying enough to the kids in my team. So, my coach decided to join in and play as setter. Its an Open Tournament after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBbML_h4_sI/AAAAAAAAA0c/5KulaXTmzvw/s1600-h/Image051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194563726622654146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBbML_h4_sI/AAAAAAAAA0c/5KulaXTmzvw/s320/Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Selangor state player from team Inti spiking the ball&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end result against Team Inti? We trashed them 25-18, 25- 13 straight sets and won all the applause from the audiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBbMMPh4_tI/AAAAAAAAA0k/UB8Oq6xQep0/s1600-h/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194563730917621458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBbMMPh4_tI/AAAAAAAAA0k/UB8Oq6xQep0/s320/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We easily won all the group matches and secured a place in semi-final. A step nearer to win the tournament.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBbMMfh4_uI/AAAAAAAAA0s/mLVx53fz9YM/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194563735212588770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBbMMfh4_uI/AAAAAAAAA0s/mLVx53fz9YM/s320/Image060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBbMMfh4_vI/AAAAAAAAA00/dWyEdmxo3HM/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194563735212588786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBbMMfh4_vI/AAAAAAAAA00/dWyEdmxo3HM/s320/Image061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My coach left the place before the semi-final for a meeting. So, me as the assistant coach need to organise the team and make sure we win the game to enter the Final.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194567291445509890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBbPbfh4_wI/AAAAAAAAA08/HIF-CdT9IDs/s320/Image066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We played the semi final and final in the hall with aircond as other teams complained about the hot weather outside. Semi Final's score? we won 10-25, 11-25 straight sets again in less than 1 hour. Its only 3pm and we need to wait until 6.30pm for the final to begin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We heard that we're playing against the Sri KL school team in final which beat Sri Kembangan school team few months back. For your information, Seri Kembangan is the best in PJ district and their only sports in Volleyball. =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194567300035444498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBbPb_h4_xI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Iw1NQy8kpKk/s320/Image078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194567312920346418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBbPcvh4_zI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Q9zX7IXbMjs/s320/Image084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our coach manage to return before 6.30pm and play the final with us. Sri KL team decided to put their coach to play as well. I did not take any pictures during the final because I was too focused on the game. It was a tough match and we lost the 1st set 25-23. It was our first lost on that day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194567317215313730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBbPc_h4_0I/AAAAAAAAA1c/DCGoyiq9dFI/s320/Image085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guy in middle- Our coach was scolding the players and unhappy with the result after losing the 1st set.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We won back the second set 18-25 prolong the game to a rubber set. We need to play smart and use every chance to get points to win it. It was very difficult for our players to play the game because most of them is only 16 years old and very unexperienced in tournament. Both team's score is so close. 4-4... 6-8....10-9..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end, both team's score reached 14-14 and deuced. We have the advantage to serve and at last, we won the tournament with final score 25-23, 18-25 and 14-16.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194567308625379106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBbPcfh4_yI/AAAAAAAAA1M/EZj7fBiDSU0/s320/Image082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We won it!! Hehehe... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went home for a bath and watch the big English Premier League game.. Chelsea Vs Manchester United but the devils was under performing and lost 2-1.. KNS. =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-457689697023165465?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/457689697023165465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=457689697023165465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/457689697023165465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/457689697023165465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/04/open-volleyball-tournament.html' title='Open Volleyball Tournament.'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SBbMLvh4_rI/AAAAAAAAA0U/_WmUprrl3as/s72-c/Image050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-8592288174275583268</id><published>2008-04-28T12:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T12:22:56.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update #4</title><content type='html'>I found back my handphone. One of my friend found it and returned it to me on saturday nite. So I'm still using my old number! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures tonite. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-8592288174275583268?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/8592288174275583268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=8592288174275583268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8592288174275583268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8592288174275583268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/04/quick-update-4.html' title='Quick Update #4'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-3292939061709202906</id><published>2008-04-25T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T16:06:43.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great!</title><content type='html'>Hi.. I lost my handphone. Great! Thanx. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat a great way to start my semester break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-3292939061709202906?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/3292939061709202906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=3292939061709202906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/3292939061709202906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/3292939061709202906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/04/great-way-to-start-your-semester-break.html' title='Great!'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-8570839870513974881</id><published>2008-04-23T11:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:09:51.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update #3</title><content type='html'>Its not my fault.. totally not my fault for slacking on updates. I shall blame it on my assignments and streamyx. Something wrong with streamyx again and they come to my house when there's not one at home. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Uni's internet freaking slow that I need 10-15mins to upload one picture. *dulan* and sometimes the connection will just drop like that before blogger can save the draft. *double dulan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I'm at home without the INTERNET, I feel so... lost. What on earth can I do at home without the internet? got Astro also no use lar.. No worth watching shows at all. Thats why I've been camping at cyber cafe for the past few days and it hurt my wallet alot.. Zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to rush Microeconomic assignment now.. ciaoz. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-8570839870513974881?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/8570839870513974881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=8570839870513974881&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8570839870513974881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/8570839870513974881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/04/quick-update-3.html' title='Quick update #3'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-4962817631942254934</id><published>2008-04-20T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T16:25:29.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust N!ck</title><content type='html'>Hey, I changed my blog header... its kinda cute now isnt? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man who doesn't trust himself can never really trust anyone else." (Cardinal De Retz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the new quote rocks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-4962817631942254934?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/4962817631942254934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=4962817631942254934&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/4962817631942254934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/4962817631942254934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/04/trust-nck.html' title='Trust N!ck'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-5364715096494481565</id><published>2008-04-14T21:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:21:18.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digi Reload Contest Media Launch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seems like bloggers are getting more attention from big organisations. First Press Screening &lt;a href="http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/03/death-note-3.html"&gt;( Death Note 3- L change the World)&lt;/a&gt; then now Media Lauching. We're recognized as a part of media and press now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189106981703378706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SANpTont5xI/AAAAAAAAAxU/ClxgQpUSTbg/s320/Image132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all thanx to &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/"&gt;Nuffnang&lt;/a&gt; and also &lt;a href="http://robbyaoi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Robb&lt;/a&gt; who give us the opportunity to attend the event and treated like VIPs. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189115455673853778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SANxA4nt51I/AAAAAAAAAx0/Ik4VRn4h2kE/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Robb with the Yellow Python&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, our "job" isn't like those journalist/reporters that need to jot down names and interview..... we bloggers just need to &lt;s&gt;grab all the freebies, eat the foods, win the prize and camwhore &lt;/s&gt;enjoy the event and met up with other bloggers &lt;s&gt;to exchange links and gain more traffics&lt;/s&gt; . XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189115459968821090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SANxBInt52I/AAAAAAAAAx8/5wjxhWzaVGQ/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For medias only :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189106994588280610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SANpUYnt5yI/AAAAAAAAAxc/8jJq95p2FFM/s320/Image127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Press Kit for us&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. I'm not good in writing and elaborating stuff. Few more pictures for your people to enjoy and I'm done! yay! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189125308328830850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SAN5-Ynt54I/AAAAAAAAAyM/GlhWc8F8_gE/s320/kate+n+zoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I fetched them there and they got an Ipod Shuffle each.. KNS.. Where is mine?? X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189107003178215234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SANpU4nt50I/AAAAAAAAAxs/KL4EBGCapRs/s320/milipede-+Kenny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the Press Kit- Milipede (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pic from kennychoo.com&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Incase ur milipede isnt dead &lt;em&gt;yet &lt;/em&gt;and you dunno what to feed it, please read the highlighted part in your invitation flyer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189118689784227698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SANz9Int53I/AAAAAAAAAyE/3QwDKGWxdA0/s320/Copy+of+Image132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189106998883247922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SANpUont5zI/AAAAAAAAAxk/sXjwb0PmC24/s320/Image124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whynick.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.whynick.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bloggers I met- &lt;a href="http://janx1.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://temptationsandambitions.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yee Ming&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.julianhopkins.net/"&gt;Julian&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://xiuching.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sosofmylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.kennychoo.com"&gt;KennyChoo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://joshuaongys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joshua&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://copykate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Copykate&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://skylerfys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Skyler&lt;/a&gt; and many more.. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-5364715096494481565?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/5364715096494481565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=5364715096494481565&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5364715096494481565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5364715096494481565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/04/digi-reload-contest-media-launch.html' title='Digi Reload Contest Media Launch!'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/SANpTont5xI/AAAAAAAAAxU/ClxgQpUSTbg/s72-c/Image132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-3073751424371496053</id><published>2008-04-13T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:00:00.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tee Hee...</title><content type='html'>Hectic week.. :( am gonna update tomorrow on the Digi Press Event! Come tomorrow alright? X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbye.. Miss you :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a stupid post.. I'm just testing blogspot's latest features- Scheduled Post Publishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I wrote this on Sunday 13th April 2008 5:05pm Malaysia time.. and it will be up on the same day 8:00pm. :D*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-3073751424371496053?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/3073751424371496053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=3073751424371496053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/3073751424371496053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/3073751424371496053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/04/tee-hee.html' title='Tee Hee...'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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-5416276005297039611.post-6906158111097488464</id><published>2008-04-10T15:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:16:01.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men think with their head and Women with their heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Am too busy to blog about anything now.. so let this email entertaint you people while I finish up my assignments. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so much. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR EXAMPLE: One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed.Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says, 'I don't feel like it, I just want you to hold me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'I said, 'WHAT??!! What was that?!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear...'You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She responded to my puzzled look by saying, 'Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which one to take, so I told her we'd just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said, 'Lets get a pair for each outfit.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We went on to the jewellery department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings. Let me tell you... she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play tennis. I think I threw her for a loop when I said, 'That's fine, honey.' She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with excited anticipation, she finally said, 'I think this is all dear, let's go to the cashier.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, 'No honey, I don't feel like it.'Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled, 'WHAT?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I then said, 'Honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added, 'Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either....but at least that bitch knows I'm smarter than her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-6906158111097488464?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/6906158111097488464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=6906158111097488464&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6906158111097488464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6906158111097488464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/04/men-think-with-their-head-and-women.html' title='Men think with their head and Women with their heart?'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-6759136265026594203</id><published>2008-04-05T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T11:53:06.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update #2</title><content type='html'>Sorry! No time to update because I've tons of assignments to finish. X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTHXBYE! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-6759136265026594203?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/6759136265026594203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=6759136265026594203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6759136265026594203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6759136265026594203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/04/quick-update-2.html' title='Quick Update #2'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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-5416276005297039611.post-1805388560922790837</id><published>2008-03-31T15:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:21:20.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAWS</title><content type='html'>Went to PAWS at Subang on Sunday to be a volunteer with Zoe &lt;s&gt;and Yoei&lt;/s&gt; (He FFK). Reach there at 10am and register myself as a volunteer. Basically, what we did was walking the dogs, pamper the &lt;s&gt;pussies&lt;/s&gt; cats, feed the kittens and playing with Charlie the monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183818055886800034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R_CfDoljhKI/AAAAAAAAAvs/9vXIY2EJ9nU/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and my dog of the day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183818064476734642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R_CfEIljhLI/AAAAAAAAAv0/SAx6FvmxMrM/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Zoe and her hyperactive dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can help to wash the place if we wants to. But since I'm new to the place, I'll leave it to the more experienced workers there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183818064476734658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R_CfEIljhMI/AAAAAAAAAv8/u_Zkro_7gik/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlie the monkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183818073066669282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R_CfEoljhOI/AAAAAAAAAwM/ydN2pgC2FhM/s320/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Clean cat.. I like :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183818841865815298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R_CfxYljhQI/AAAAAAAAAwc/etDFg9Q1Lq8/s320/Image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183818850455749922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R_Cfx4ljhSI/AAAAAAAAAws/2f1p86YioXo/s320/Image069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A cute puppy playing with the tennis ball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183818854750717234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R_CfyIljhTI/AAAAAAAAAw0/HZTfrKPTCpI/s320/Image071.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Zoe and her hostage. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183818073066669266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R_CfEoljhNI/AAAAAAAAAwE/5PReezfNHTs/s320/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shes ready to be adopted.. Anyone? LMAO! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183818850455749906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R_Cfx4ljhRI/AAAAAAAAAwk/WFM2yNhcGzA/s320/Image065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A vet preparing medicine for a sick puppy. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183818841865815282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R_CfxYljhPI/AAAAAAAAAwU/PgFkDNPUxE0/s320/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We left PAWS at 12pm and plan where to go next for brunch. First, Zoe suggest to go my house to cook but I declined because its not convenient. Thus, I drove Zoe back to her house and drink cereal instead. =)&lt;/p&gt;After drinking, she surf the net and chat at kscb while I sleep at her sofa until her mom comes home. Then we went Leo's to use their wifi service around 2.30pm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183820065931494722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R_Cg4oljhUI/AAAAAAAAAw8/JdDQ5RpwFtw/s320/Image075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mocha Latte! (anyone know where can i learn the latte art other than watching YouTube?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183820070226462034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R_Cg44ljhVI/AAAAAAAAAxE/z9jcxjw4Ty0/s320/Image076.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My coffee + Frech Toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183820074521429346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R_Cg5IljhWI/AAAAAAAAAxM/DGMGXc13_8w/s320/Image077.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Spend the day there playing FB poker with Alvin, Zoe, Ed and Kate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At 6pm, Leos' wifi service went sucky and we left the place after eating Leo's yummy gelato. Reach home at 7pm and realise nobody's at home. To make it worst, modem spoilt! So I drove out to buy Meet the Spartans DVD. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Who wants to join me and visit PAWS next time? =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-1805388560922790837?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/1805388560922790837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=1805388560922790837&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/1805388560922790837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/1805388560922790837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/03/paws.html' title='PAWS'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R_CfDoljhKI/AAAAAAAAAvs/9vXIY2EJ9nU/s72-c/Image030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-5962208873588914942</id><published>2008-03-28T07:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:21:20.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My days as a Vegetarian.</title><content type='html'>Today is day 6 as a vegetarian. No meats, eggs or cheese for the past 6 days. It started because I've this weird allergic problem. Rashes started to grow on my back. Just a small area but its very itchy and each time theres contacts between that part of rashes and my shirt, I will want to scratch it. The feeling isnt good at all I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its inconvinient to eat with a vegetarian because its hard to find for a place to suits both vegetarian and non vegetarian's needs. Yea, many unhappy problems occured which I dont want to elaborate any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to think again, not eating meats is a healthy practice. Am not doing this to impress anyone or whatever. Its for me myself. I'm just gonna continue doing it for the next 3 weeks. Probably will continue doing so if I can. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, my daily Brunch (taking breakfast and lunch together to save money + am on DIET!) is plain spinach wan tan mee and a glass of barley ice. Dinner? Sometimes is white rice + vege + tofu or just magee mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182566214653936786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-wsg4ljhJI/AAAAAAAAAvk/h4aizpDUEuE/s320/Image151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My yummy Plain Spinach Wan Tan Mee. Rm2.50&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is the taste of pork? chicken? fish? I've totally forgotten the taste of it... Sorry Curry Chicken, Roasted Pork, Tom Yam Fish... I got to leave you all out from my food list until erm.. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6.15am to go to college but am too &lt;s&gt;lazy to attend class&lt;/s&gt; tired to drive. I'm here blogging instead. =/ Bad N!ck! but dont worry, I'll join the replacement class on Tuesday. I'll work hard starting next week. No more skipping Tutorial Class. But no gaurantee for Lectures because lecture is just too boring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I used an hour to look for parking, another hour waiting for lecture to start but in the end... the supposedly 2hours lecture ended in 45mins. You say Dulan (pissed off) or not? X(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-5962208873588914942?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/5962208873588914942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=5962208873588914942&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5962208873588914942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/5962208873588914942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-days-as-vegetarian.html' title='My days as a Vegetarian.'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-wsg4ljhJI/AAAAAAAAAvk/h4aizpDUEuE/s72-c/Image151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-6527673890636660188</id><published>2008-03-27T00:21:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:21:23.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Note 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182101537847215154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-qF5IljhDI/AAAAAAAAAu0/gnAcpa93lfY/s320/1202+DN3-L+title_15x17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;First of all, THANK YOU NUFFNANG again to invite us fellow bloggers to the Press Screening plus the free poster, popcorn and drink. Who said there is no free lunch in this world? =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182103011020997730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-qHO4ljhGI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Bze7L732rvY/s320/1302+(300dpi)+DN3-A4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okie, back to the movie, DEATH NOTE 3, &lt;em&gt;L change the WorLd&lt;/em&gt; will be the first Japanese film to be released simultaneously in Japan, Korea, Hong Kong, Taiwan, and Thailand. To date, &lt;em&gt;L change the WorLd&lt;/em&gt; is already scheduled for theatrical release in eight countries. In this spin-off, you will see L as no one has ever seen before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The film presents the “final 23 days of L.” The mystery that the world wanted to know will be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182100794817872930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-qFN4ljhCI/AAAAAAAAAus/ZLc3k1zOmBI/s320/KM~O2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*SYNOPSIS*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;copied directly from the press kit cd given by Nuffnang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Alert! Synosis below might contain spoilers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The last enemy is a new “God of Death,” created by man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Watari, please make arrangements for me to to go to Japan.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182099188500104130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-qDwYljg8I/AAAAAAAAAt8/XceQ9kaLFnM/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To solve the KIRA Case, L (Kenichi Matsuyama) leaves Los Angeles for Japan as Kira is in Japan 97% of the time. At the same time, his intuition tells him that he may never again return to Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182100794817872914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-qFN4ljhBI/AAAAAAAAAuk/RPy_TfJYMLo/s320/09-28_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known as Kira, Light Yagami (Tatsuya Fujiwara) uses the Death Note to attempt to become God of a criminal-free new world. L tries to end the case by revealing Kira’s true identity. As the ferocious battle of wits between the two geniuses is about to reach the climax, a small village in Thailand is exterminated. Everything is incinerated as if to destroy any traces that the village has ever existed. What happened here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182099201385006082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-qDxIljhAI/AAAAAAAAAuc/rvc35IZUUvk/s320/09-24_0061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The KIRA case closes but L loses his mentor, Watari (Shunji Fujimura). Watari had established the Wammy’s House where L grew up and was L’s most trusted partner. His unpredicted death leaves L devastated. In the 23 days that he has left in the human world, L takes on the task of solving the cases left by Watari even though he was plagued by the enormous loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182104359640728690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-qIdYljhHI/AAAAAAAAAvU/jCjQYsiR6II/s320/K%26WAT~8G.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all the cases get solved, a ‘gift’ addressed to Watari arrives. This ‘gift’ turns out to be a little boy. From the SD card that the taciturn BOY (Narushi Fukuda) has in his possession, L learns that the child is the only survivor of the already exterminated Thai village. L also discovers the conspiracy behind the Thai village tragedy with the use of a man-made “God of Death”. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182107963118290050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-qLvIljhII/AAAAAAAAAvc/N0U4ZD-sMM8/s320/08-28_0189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L has another visitor, this time, a girl. Her name is Maki (Mayuko Fukuda) and she tells L that her father had asked her to deliver something to Watari before he died a horrible death. As L realizes that the item brought in by the girl is indeed the “God of Death” in question, pursuers are closing in. In order to protect the 2 children, L has to take physical action. Physical? Yes, the realm that L is not known to operate nor excel in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182099192795071442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-qDwoljg9I/AAAAAAAAAuE/UtogJTFxoNg/s320/KEMAK~%256.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*END OF SYNOPSIS*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My view on this movie is.. one word. AWESOME! I was expecting the same story as in manga (ok, i didnt finish reading it) but at the end of the movie, I'm like totally speechless. Its like double or triple orgasm. XD Lol.. am like so exaggerating! Too bad, I just love Death Note..will watch it again next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182102147732571218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-qGcoljhFI/AAAAAAAAAvE/2SNyKN7sE0E/s320/KG~M8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                      KENICHI MATSUYAMA - L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182095808360842130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-qAroljg5I/AAAAAAAAAtk/P_G4OOMfal4/s320/09-07_0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My favourite Erika Toda (as MISA Amane) only got one freaking scene in the movie =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182095804065874818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-qArYljg4I/AAAAAAAAAtc/qgH9AKaRw48/s320/09-01_0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind, MAYUKO FUKUDA as Maki Nikaido in this movie cukup to kill already..haha. She is so god damn cuteeeeeeeee! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182099197090038754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-qDw4ljg-I/AAAAAAAAAuM/VbS9B55JK_k/s320/Maki+Nikaido2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Her eyes, reflecting her strong will, gave a strong impression to the audience and viewers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182095816950776754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-qAsIljg7I/AAAAAAAAAt0/zarCLVbnUk4/s320/BOY.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BOY-the math genius! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182095812655809442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-qAr4ljg6I/AAAAAAAAAts/WLItQeJ5nKo/s320/09-08_0160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen to L? What will change? The 23 days are packed with turn of events that even L himself cannot predict. The final countdown are about to begin! So, who wanna join me for another round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182099201385006066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-qDxIljg_I/AAAAAAAAAuU/mpECXTENc2k/s320/08-27_0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I LOVE DEATH NOTE AND NUFFNANG! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When is the next Press Screening? XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-6527673890636660188?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/6527673890636660188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=6527673890636660188&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6527673890636660188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/6527673890636660188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/03/death-note-3.html' title='Death Note 3'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-qF5IljhDI/AAAAAAAAAu0/gnAcpa93lfY/s72-c/1202+DN3-L+title_15x17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-2257578772961090414</id><published>2008-03-25T15:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:21:23.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Nuffnang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woohoo.... I'm invited to &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/blog/2008/03/24/press-screenings-for-glitterati-nuffnangers-2/"&gt;Nuffnang Press Screening&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181582147452109666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-itgoljg2I/AAAAAAAAAtM/a6VKOklnpDA/s320/nuffnang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Death Note 3! Here I come!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3080/2356869495_888b2b7371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank You Nuffnang and also &lt;a href="http://robbyaoi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Robb&lt;/a&gt;! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-2257578772961090414?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/2257578772961090414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=2257578772961090414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/2257578772961090414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/2257578772961090414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-you-nuffnang.html' title='Thank You Nuffnang!'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-itgoljg2I/AAAAAAAAAtM/a6VKOklnpDA/s72-c/nuffnang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-3375239924658776430</id><published>2008-03-24T13:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:21:25.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Saturday! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Saturday never been this fun. I leave the house at 10am to Times Square for an Anime show or exhibition watever u wanna call it. No! I'm never a fan of anime. I'm there to assist my brother for that event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment when I leave my house, I tried to unlock my car with the alarm remote but I couldnt.. Wtf? I was thinking..shit. No battery? Then when I look carefully. Damm.. Its not my Myvi.. its my bro's. His new Myvi. Same colour as mine, same car registration number, same model... =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-dAL4ljguI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Y8OP3isvIN8/s1600-h/Image114copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181180469225685730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-dAL4ljguI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Y8OP3isvIN8/s320/Image114copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His new Myvi... where is mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-dAMYljgvI/AAAAAAAAAsU/GekQGPCmRfg/s1600-h/Image115copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181180477815620338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-dAMYljgvI/AAAAAAAAAsU/GekQGPCmRfg/s320/Image115copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;They parked it outside the house! :( &lt;p align="left"&gt;So sien! Dunno who parked it outside! Grr..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, the anime event is actually celebration of myRosso.com, a gaming company 1 year anniversary. Yea.. congrats. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-c_hYljgpI/AAAAAAAAArk/Z6OsT9r3vlc/s1600-h/Image131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181179739081245330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-c_hYljgpI/AAAAAAAAArk/Z6OsT9r3vlc/s320/Image131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their 1st anniversary cake. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When theres anime party going on. There must be cosplay too. And cannot be missed. Hehe.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-c_holjgqI/AAAAAAAAArs/nAq-XQXW_i0/s1600-h/Image123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181179743376212642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-c_holjgqI/AAAAAAAAArs/nAq-XQXW_i0/s320/Image123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Terrorist, SWAT commando and.... Bruce lee wannabe skinny ah pek. -.- (looks like &lt;a href="http://skinnypek.blogspot.com/"&gt;yoei&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-c_h4ljgrI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Ynu7RK-tdyM/s1600-h/Image125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181179747671179954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-c_h4ljgrI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Ynu7RK-tdyM/s320/Image125.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Some characters from Naruto i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-c-CIljglI/AAAAAAAAArE/Et_Ih9BJDlY/s1600-h/Image130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181178102698705490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-c-CIljglI/AAAAAAAAArE/Et_Ih9BJDlY/s320/Image130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some characters in Nostale game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-c-CYljgmI/AAAAAAAAArM/wV0Kd58v9jY/s1600-h/Image132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181178106993672802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-c-CYljgmI/AAAAAAAAArM/wV0Kd58v9jY/s320/Image132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some characters in Starwars.. sorry.. not a fan of Starwars. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-c-ColjgnI/AAAAAAAAArU/ps8JEEJPWGg/s1600-h/Image120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181178111288640114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-c-ColjgnI/AAAAAAAAArU/ps8JEEJPWGg/s320/Image120.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This one I lagi dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181178115583607426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-c-C4ljgoI/AAAAAAAAArc/mw3beFbd72c/s320/Image121.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is L wannabe from Death Note.. eeww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181178094108770882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-c-BoljgkI/AAAAAAAAAq8/-hVl48Ar6WU/s320/Image129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The only watchable that day.. Kawaii Jap students..haha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I left that place at 2.30pm to get ready for the next event. The mini bloggers meeting..hahaha. Will write about it later tonite. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Happy Easter Holiday~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-3375239924658776430?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/3375239924658776430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=3375239924658776430&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/3375239924658776430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/3375239924658776430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-saturday-3.html' title='I love Saturday! &lt;3'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-dAL4ljguI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Y8OP3isvIN8/s72-c/Image114copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-4905900160250978426</id><published>2008-03-21T01:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:21:26.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update #1</title><content type='html'>Well, rashes on my back is getting worst.. need to see doctor tomorrow :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend my holiday meeting up with bloggers. &lt;a href="http://www.charliechia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Charlie&lt;/a&gt; and Zoe. Joined them for a movie; Horton Hears a Who and dinner. Great movie, great dinner and of course, great friends. Pictures soon! :) Hope to join more of these meetings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Its 1.14am and I need to wake up at 6am later. Ciaoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: There will be more quick updates in future. Quick as in short and simple post. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Updates*&lt;br /&gt;Posted some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181331918362477362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-fJ7YljgzI/AAAAAAAAAs0/3WOZRxL204M/s320/Image104.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jasmine green tea. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181331905477575442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-fJ6oljgxI/AAAAAAAAAsk/B7QV99hj4XU/s320/Image103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hearts made of straws stolen from GSC. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181331892592673538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-fJ54ljgwI/AAAAAAAAAsc/_h9t77uwvqc/s320/Image101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181331909772542754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-fJ64ljgyI/AAAAAAAAAss/_R_bErVWmxg/s320/Image109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Zoe. =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-4905900160250978426?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/4905900160250978426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=4905900160250978426&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/4905900160250978426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/4905900160250978426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/03/quick-update-1.html' title='Quick Update #1'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R-fJ7YljgzI/AAAAAAAAAs0/3WOZRxL204M/s72-c/Image104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416276005297039611.post-7467172174916761384</id><published>2008-03-19T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:21:26.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwell~</title><content type='html'>I'm so freaking sick.. :( Sick as in ill/unwell, not pervert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres red marks and rashes on my back. Its bloody itchy and painful. Then suddenly its like freezing cold here when the aircond wasnt even ON. Wtf.. =( To make me suffer more, mom forbid me from eating chicken and egg. So what am I going to eat tomorrow? Zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I skip my lecture tomorrow? I'm just too sick to go to college. X( and I just remembered that the programme office asked me to see them today but I didnt because it was raining like mad. Dunno who brought the rain goddess to KL!! Couldnt cross the road to get to the office and the appoinment just slipped off my mind. =/ Well, probably they wanted to lecture me for skipping 2 tutorial last week. Not my fault k and I got a VALID reason for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arg.. I'm going to sleep now. Too sick to continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nah... upload some clouds pix for you all.. enjoy! Go away rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179117169214113170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R9_roBEiRZI/AAAAAAAAAqk/9HJ5QzB1IDI/s320/Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179117177804047778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R9_rohEiRaI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Sbb60a298ck/s320/Image057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179117190688949682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R9_rpREiRbI/AAAAAAAAAq0/d34iu1yg90A/s320/Image076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciaoz... :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5416276005297039611-7467172174916761384?l=whynick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/feeds/7467172174916761384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5416276005297039611&amp;postID=7467172174916761384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/7467172174916761384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416276005297039611/posts/default/7467172174916761384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whynick.blogspot.com/2008/03/unwell.html' title='Unwell~'/><author><name>N!cky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16326326726268192364</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/_kDwnlzwgh0A/R9_roBEiRZI/AAAAAAAAAqk/9HJ5QzB1IDI/s72-c/Image051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
