<?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-6603753432061090672</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:49:38.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alone No More</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nigel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263043920835102100</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603753432061090672.post-6982916209771244075</id><published>2009-11-02T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:30:56.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW COULD YOU T_T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;HOW COULD YOU? By Jim Willis, 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gensmall"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Note from the Author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American &amp;amp; Canadian animal shelters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a non-commercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay &amp;amp; neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603753432061090672-6982916209771244075?l=thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/feeds/6982916209771244075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603753432061090672&amp;postID=6982916209771244075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/6982916209771244075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/6982916209771244075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-could-you-tt.html' title='HOW COULD YOU T_T'/><author><name>Nigel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263043920835102100</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-6603753432061090672.post-753717139147006079</id><published>2009-07-26T05:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T05:34:31.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Mileage</title><content type='html'>Preparation for Standard Charted Marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 1 20-26 of July 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 3 km - 22 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 7.5km - 55 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 4.5km - 35 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total mileage = 15KM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603753432061090672-753717139147006079?l=thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/feeds/753717139147006079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603753432061090672&amp;postID=753717139147006079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/753717139147006079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/753717139147006079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/2009/07/running-mileage.html' title='Running Mileage'/><author><name>Nigel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263043920835102100</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-6603753432061090672.post-9171039553164502515</id><published>2009-05-20T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:30:27.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st letter??</title><content type='html'>Intructions: Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real places, names &amp;amp;/or objects, but nothing made up! Try to use different answers if the person you got this from has the same 1st initial. You &lt;strong&gt;CAN'T&lt;/strong&gt; use your name for the boy/girl name question. Have fun with it and tag 5 person to do this! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 4 LETTER WORD : &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 0);"&gt;Nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) BOY NAME : &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255);"&gt;Nicolas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) GIRL NAME : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) OCCUPATION : &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Ns men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) A COLOUR : &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);"&gt;Navy Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) SOMETHING YOU WEAR : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Nothing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) BEVERAGE : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;No IDEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) FOOD : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;NOTHING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM :  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 153);"&gt;Nothing, i really can't find anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) A PLACE : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 255);"&gt;New Zealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) REASON FOR BEING LATE : &lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;No alarm CLOCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) SOMETHING YOU SHOUT :NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ( what the?! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603753432061090672-9171039553164502515?l=thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/feeds/9171039553164502515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603753432061090672&amp;postID=9171039553164502515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/9171039553164502515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/9171039553164502515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/2009/05/1st-letter.html' title='1st letter??'/><author><name>Nigel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263043920835102100</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-6603753432061090672.post-3898630134872158645</id><published>2009-02-04T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T03:25:01.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're taking over</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you're gone (Arvil)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hui You Na Me Yi Tian (Jun Jie)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heart of a dragon (Dragonforce)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm with you  (Avril)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What time is it? (HSM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Less than a pearl (enya)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How to save a life (they fray)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ride (lost prophets)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apologise (timberland)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't take my eyes of you (HSM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dance hall drug (boys like girls)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dance, Dance (Fall out boys)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Born for this (paramore)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last Summer (lost prophets)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here we go again (Paramore)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is how I dissappear (Chemical romance)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;soldiers of the wasteland (dragon force)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Emergency (Paramore)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep Holding on (avril)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 mins to midnight (boys like girls)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Red Moon  (disgaea)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Anthem (good charlotte)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Sharpest life( chemical romance)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wake up (lost prophets)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Franklin (Paramore)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When it rains (paramore)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wo you zui (Wu Ke Qun)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Run away (avril)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Innoncence (avril)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're taking over (Dj Khaled)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603753432061090672-3898630134872158645?l=thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/feeds/3898630134872158645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603753432061090672&amp;postID=3898630134872158645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/vMGk6ohitgM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/vMGk6ohitgM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sharks with extended jaws, Creepy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603753432061090672-9115544180612339861?l=thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/feeds/9115544180612339861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603753432061090672&amp;postID=9115544180612339861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/9115544180612339861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/9115544180612339861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='リアルエイリアン！ 顎ごと飛び出して噛みつくモンスター ゴブリン・シャーク（和名：ミツ�'/><author><name>Nigel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263043920835102100</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-6603753432061090672.post-1415224076379463836</id><published>2008-07-31T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:13:32.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival of blog</title><content type='html'>Heya friends, time to update by blog with my weekly activities. I will try to update my blog weekly. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been surfing the net recently, came across some "motivational poster" and I though i'll post them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRQOviDnrQE/SJHGOfB6VwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/K5ChouESmpE/s1600-h/A+dirty+mind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229178594503841538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRQOviDnrQE/SJHGOfB6VwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/K5ChouESmpE/s320/A+dirty+mind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRQOviDnrQE/SJHGOnlARhI/AAAAAAAAABY/TzL7YX7Iur0/s1600-h/blame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229178596798514706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRQOviDnrQE/SJHGOnlARhI/AAAAAAAAABY/TzL7YX7Iur0/s320/blame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRQOviDnrQE/SJHGOhRwldI/AAAAAAAAABg/4PDju1Uighs/s1600-h/cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229178595107182034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRQOviDnrQE/SJHGOhRwldI/AAAAAAAAABg/4PDju1Uighs/s320/cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRQOviDnrQE/SJHGO9fhUVI/AAAAAAAAABo/XQHkzLgbksI/s1600-h/fear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229178602681094482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VRQOviDnrQE/SJHGO9fhUVI/AAAAAAAAABo/XQHkzLgbksI/s320/fear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRQOviDnrQE/SJHGO-Za8mI/AAAAAAAAABw/wpzgebEnUEw/s1600-h/persistence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229178602923946594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRQOviDnrQE/SJHGO-Za8mI/AAAAAAAAABw/wpzgebEnUEw/s320/persistence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603753432061090672-1415224076379463836?l=thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/feeds/1415224076379463836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603753432061090672&amp;postID=1415224076379463836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/1415224076379463836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/1415224076379463836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/2008/07/revival-of-blog.html' title='Revival of blog'/><author><name>Nigel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263043920835102100</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/_VRQOviDnrQE/SJHGOfB6VwI/AAAAAAAAABQ/K5ChouESmpE/s72-c/A+dirty+mind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603753432061090672.post-7517977748221927661</id><published>2007-08-26T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:13:33.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woooo today celebrated my birthday with my friends(Kah June, Vishaal, Liang Ying, Kenny and Melissa) and woot it was fun!!!. Stupid seoul garden, we walked around marina square 2 times only to find that it was right behind the escalator. ROAR.. Finally settled down and then when about to pay, NO NETS, WTH, Had to go to the 3rd floor of marina square and right on the opposite end!!!. BOO seoul garden for not accepting nets. ever heard of "good thing there's nets* well Me and Melswee bought a eyor bolster for kenny. went back to seoul garden and finally started eating. MELSWEE!!! *stares at Melswee*, ROAR. melswee plays too much with the food but at least it brought us entertainment haha. after eating we went to get MY PRESENT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel led us to the crumpler shop and sadly, the complete seed was too big for my build. so i got a smaller size. LOVE THE COLOUR. then went to raffles mrt to send Liang Ying, vish and kenny off. then me kj and mel went to shop for clothes. I got 2 collared shirt thanks to KJ great fashion sense (THANKS BRO) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well time for pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My crumpler( its shiney)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103025446420741426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VRQOviDnrQE/RtGWm0Wv_TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/im0TIb350xg/s320/26082007(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woo Me kj and Melswee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103025459305643330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VRQOviDnrQE/RtGWnkWv_UI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KpyJQUcYRlI/s320/26082007(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;team ACE&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103025467895577938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRQOviDnrQE/RtGWoEWv_VI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xTYNH8zsb_g/s320/25082007(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Done blogging&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: dun bring melswee to a buffet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603753432061090672-7517977748221927661?l=thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/feeds/7517977748221927661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603753432061090672&amp;postID=7517977748221927661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/7517977748221927661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/7517977748221927661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/2007/08/woooo-today-celebrated-my-birthday-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Nigel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263043920835102100</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/_VRQOviDnrQE/RtGWm0Wv_TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/im0TIb350xg/s72-c/26082007(006).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603753432061090672.post-1952101643318135974</id><published>2007-08-23T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T06:23:33.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Due to my Bro demand, I shall post some of my past poems here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only thing I can do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a storm in my heart&lt;br /&gt;It tears my inside apart&lt;br /&gt;I am bleeding and I am hurt&lt;br /&gt;Like a wingless little bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it turns dark&lt;br /&gt;And for a moment I see&lt;br /&gt;The pain that was inside of me&lt;br /&gt;And on a journey I embark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In search of answers&lt;br /&gt;In search of truth&lt;br /&gt;In search of understanding&lt;br /&gt;In search of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guiding star in darkness&lt;br /&gt;Like a little stream in the desert&lt;br /&gt;Everything about you seems flawless&lt;br /&gt;But that is what causes the hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect features do not belong to me&lt;br /&gt;You do not deserve my chains&lt;br /&gt;You need to live and see&lt;br /&gt;What it means to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So spread your wings and fly away&lt;br /&gt;For I can not fulfill your dream&lt;br /&gt;But if you should fall one day&lt;br /&gt;I'll guide you and be that little stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go and discover it all&lt;br /&gt;And know that wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do and might feel&lt;br /&gt;The only thing you need to do is call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destiny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found what I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;It was always by my side.&lt;br /&gt;I betrayed myself,&lt;br /&gt;Listened to my own self, and just lied.&lt;br /&gt;Denied the greatest pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Forgot my one dream,&lt;br /&gt;But now I realize what it is&lt;br /&gt;That makes my sun beam.&lt;br /&gt;Shine down upon my life,&lt;br /&gt;Give it warmth of a golden hue,&lt;br /&gt;Make the music of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;That is my love for you.&lt;br /&gt;I've spent hours wondering what I could do&lt;br /&gt;To show you my true love.&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going to be able to give you all that you deserve,&lt;br /&gt;As one who's beauty cannot compare even to that of a white dove.&lt;br /&gt;Your angelic qualities remain enigmatic,&lt;br /&gt;A mystery to my own eye.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't all the world be like you?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder and I cry.&lt;br /&gt;But I know that doesn't matter now.&lt;br /&gt;Why start questioning fate?&lt;br /&gt;All I need to realize&lt;br /&gt;Is that in you I have found my true soulmate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603753432061090672-1952101643318135974?l=thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/feeds/1952101643318135974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603753432061090672&amp;postID=1952101643318135974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/1952101643318135974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/1952101643318135974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/2007/08/due-to-my-bro-demand-i-shall-post-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Nigel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263043920835102100</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-6603753432061090672.post-1713259467394769453</id><published>2007-08-22T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T13:43:47.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys, i've been surfing the net and i'll give some good links for you guys when u guys are bored. Each link is interesting and some are games, so go ahead and try all. NO PORN btw haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting webpage i found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~wolfand/"&gt;http://home.comcast.net/~wolfand/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A game - animator vs animation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atomfilms.com/film/animator_vs_animation_game.jsp?brand=iambored"&gt;http://www.atomfilms.com/film/animator_vs_animation_game.jsp?brand=iambored&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tower defense game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.armorgames.com/games/vrdefendery3k_popup.html"&gt;http://www.armorgames.com/games/vrdefendery3k_popup.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art made for letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://velskap.blogspot.com/2007/08/amazing-art-from-letters.html"&gt;http://velskap.blogspot.com/2007/08/amazing-art-from-letters.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all for now guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individuals win the game&lt;br /&gt;                 BUT&lt;br /&gt;Teams win the championships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;br /&gt;Your Favourite GUY&lt;br /&gt;NIGEL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603753432061090672-1713259467394769453?l=thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/feeds/1713259467394769453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603753432061090672&amp;postID=1713259467394769453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/1713259467394769453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/1713259467394769453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/2007/08/hey-guys-ive-been-surfing-net-and-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Nigel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263043920835102100</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-6603753432061090672.post-931599354725947791</id><published>2007-07-26T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:13:33.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yo guys, i guess I'll start bringing this dead blog back to life!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've gone to a camp as an instructor. It was my first time as an instructor. It was fun tough.&lt;br /&gt;I though that being an instructor would be tougher but actually it was alright. Being the group leader for the prisoners of ubin (POU) was fun. My group was a mixed up bunch of people where the girls do more talking then the boys. Completely different from what i expected. haha&lt;br /&gt;oh well these kids did well in the camp though they required some pushing. Night time was FUN. the CIs played OLD MAID to decide who follows for the sentry duty for each group. it was hillarious. Overall, the CIs and the campers has done well in making this camp a success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Never forget the friends you make in this camp, they have proved to be reliable and trustworthy friends.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091534200512406626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VRQOviDnrQE/RqjDYRdLZGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KgecvNJZQ4U/s320/148f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603753432061090672-931599354725947791?l=thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/feeds/931599354725947791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603753432061090672&amp;postID=931599354725947791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/931599354725947791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/931599354725947791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/2007/07/yo-guys-i-guess-ill-start-bringing-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Nigel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263043920835102100</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/_VRQOviDnrQE/RqjDYRdLZGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KgecvNJZQ4U/s72-c/148f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603753432061090672.post-839995976271869155</id><published>2007-03-02T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T08:53:01.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some stories I have recalled and I am going to type in my my blog. Please acknowledge this as it is not a copy and paste, its what I heard before and i'm going to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE TURTLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turtle family decided to go on a picnic. TUrtles, being naturally slow about things, took seven years to prepare for their outing. Finally, the turtle family left home looking for a suitable place for their outing. During the second tear of their journey, they found a place ideal for them at last and completed the arrangements. Then they discovered they had forgotten the salt. A picnic without salt would be a disaster, they all agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lengthy discussion, the youngest turtle was chosen to retrieve the salt from home. Although he was the fastest of the slow moving turtles, the little turtle whined , cried, and wobbled in his shell. He agreed to go on one condition: that no one would eat until he returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family consented and the little turtle left. Three years passed and the little turtle had not returned. Five years... six years... then on the seventh year of his absence, the oldest turtle could no longer contain his hunger. He announced that he was going to eat and begun to unwrap a sandwich. At that point the little turtle suddenly popped out from behind a tree shouting," See! I knew you wouldn't wait. Now I am not going to get the salt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MORAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us wasted our time waiting for people to live up to our expectations. We are so concern about what others are doing that we don't do anyuthing ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603753432061090672-839995976271869155?l=thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/feeds/839995976271869155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603753432061090672&amp;postID=839995976271869155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/839995976271869155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/839995976271869155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-stories-i-have-recalled-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Nigel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263043920835102100</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-6603753432061090672.post-8067322905417612098</id><published>2007-02-17T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:24:30.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feb 9, the day which makes me both excited and scared,&lt;br /&gt;the thought of failing,&lt;br /&gt;the thought of aceing,&lt;br /&gt;all these were racing through my mind like a bullet,&lt;br /&gt;as I wait for my teacher to give out the register number,&lt;br /&gt;1 by 1, names were called out.&lt;br /&gt;Number 23,&lt;br /&gt;that was my number,&lt;br /&gt;19,20,21&lt;br /&gt;as the numbers grew nearer to mine,&lt;br /&gt;my heart too also has increase in pace,&lt;br /&gt;to a point that i may feel some pain,&lt;br /&gt;at last, Number 23.&lt;br /&gt;I went up and took the results. Slowly i uncovered it,&lt;br /&gt;1 by 1 i see my results,&lt;br /&gt;English C6,&lt;br /&gt;by then. i have already lost hope of getting into a good poly/jc&lt;br /&gt;Maths                          A2&lt;br /&gt;A Maths                      A2&lt;br /&gt;Combine humanities A2&lt;br /&gt;Combine sciences      A2&lt;br /&gt;POA                            B4&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST 4 DISTINCTION,&lt;br /&gt;alas, L1R4 =  13, L1R5 = 17&lt;br /&gt;I exceeded my expectations&lt;br /&gt;i wanted L1R4 15.&lt;br /&gt;After receiving the results and looking at it,&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot explain how happy I was.&lt;br /&gt;Never did i imagine i would do this well&lt;br /&gt;Heck i was playing during the O lvls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well nothing much after i receive the results&lt;br /&gt;Just went back home and.....&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I may have a crush on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603753432061090672-8067322905417612098?l=thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/feeds/8067322905417612098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603753432061090672&amp;postID=8067322905417612098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/8067322905417612098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/8067322905417612098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/2007/02/feb-9-day-which-makes-me-both-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>Nigel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263043920835102100</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-6603753432061090672.post-4431829809007049224</id><published>2007-01-24T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T00:35:33.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is more painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let that person know how you feel. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion, and the romance in a relationship and find out you still care for that person. A sad thing in life is when you meet someone who means a lot to you, only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and you just have to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the door of happiness closes, another opens but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us. The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives. Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back. Don't expect love in return, just wait for it to grow in their heart, but if doesn't, be content it grew in yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There are things you'd love to hear that you would never hear from the person whom you would like to hear them from, but don't be so deaf as not to hear it from the one who says it from his/her heart. Never say good-bye if you still want to try, never give up if you still feel you can go on, never say you don't love a person anymore if you can't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Love comes to those who still hope although they've' been disappointed, to those who still believe, although they've been betrayed, to those who still need to love, although they've been hurt before, and to those who have the courage and faith to build trust again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, and an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone but it takes a lifetime to forget someone. Don't go for looks, they can deceive. Don't' go for wealth, even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hope you find the one that makes you smile. There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real! Hope you dream of that special someone. Dream what you want to dream, go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to make you happy, and enough money to buy people gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Always put yourself in other's shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the person twice as much. A careless word may kindle strife, a cruel word may wreck a life, a timely word may level stress, a loving word may heal and bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The beginning of love is to let those we love be just themselves and not twist them with our own image; otherwise, we love only the reflection for ourselves we find in them. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Happiness lies for those who cry those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives. Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a heart-broken tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches. When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life well so that when you die, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603753432061090672-4431829809007049224?l=thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/feeds/4431829809007049224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603753432061090672&amp;postID=4431829809007049224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/4431829809007049224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/4431829809007049224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/2007/01/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>Nigel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263043920835102100</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-6603753432061090672.post-2449292401305206339</id><published>2007-01-16T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T04:57:43.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys, i'm feeling really sad after watching this video. I want to share this video with you guys as it would really help you appriciate your friends right now. Do not ever take your friends for granted. There could be a day where they just pass away and you were not able to say your're sorry or whatever. Appreciate who you have now and live a life of no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Link Is Below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=21333"&gt;http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=21333&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids 12 years old, 80 year body&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603753432061090672-2449292401305206339?l=thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/feeds/2449292401305206339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603753432061090672&amp;postID=2449292401305206339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/2449292401305206339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/2449292401305206339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-guys-im-feeling-really-sad-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Nigel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263043920835102100</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-6603753432061090672.post-5285562657847537594</id><published>2007-01-12T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T07:40:13.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Love</title><content type='html'>There's always a reason why we have to move on...to say goodbye to the feelings we wanted to stay forever. For love has to set its wings free and find the right place where it should be. I cried for the time you were almost mine, I cried for the memories you've left behind. I cry for the times I thought I had you. Never take for granted the person who truly cares about you. Remember, feelings like people grow tired too, when it's neither appreciated nor returned no matter how great you thought the love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love comes without warnings, no flashy signs or wake up calls. It's always present, but once taken for granted, you may wake up one day only to find out, it's gone forever. Say what you want to say when you have the feeling and the chance. Tomorrow may be a day too late. Our deepest regrets may be the things we didn't do, the opportunities missed, and the things left unsaid. I love you but I can't express it because I know deep in my heart that you could never be mine. I tried to love you from afar, but I realized that it's useless, that's why I have to say I love you...Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you think you're starting to fall for a person, don't hide your feelings cause you can never tell when true love comes. There's nothing wrong in trying....It will hurt you more knowing it's too late to get back the love you've taken for granted. Heartbreaks could last as long as you let it, would tear as deep as you allow it to...But the test is not how soon you forget, but how you were able to heal and learn. The heart hides what you can't say, but the eyes say what the heart tries to hide. It would hurt less to hear a sounding bye, than bear a stay and see in the eye that it's a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Whenever I watch romantic movies, witness couples kiss and make up, listen to love songs, I smile and feel good because I know that love still works, if not for me, at least for others. Why say you're not good enough for me when what you mean is the opposite? Why say you regret letting me go when all you mean is you can't love me anymore? Why so many excuses when all you mean is goodbye? If you make a move, you risk failure, but if you never make a move, you risk letting the love of your life walk right on by and you hurt every single time you delay. There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but have to learn, and people we can't live without but have to let go. It's hard to say no when we really mean yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's hard to close our eyes when we really want to see. It's hard to forget when we really can't, but the hardest is to leave when we really want to stay. Love starts with a smile, develops with a kiss and ends with a tear. There's a difference between letting go and giving up. Letting go is sacrificing what was rightfully yours, giving up is foregoing what was never really yours. Let me be in your dreams every night to meet you there with my lonely nights, false hopes and shattered dreams? How can I let go on? If even in my dreams you're leaving me alone? Don't feel sorry for the right things that you did that didn't turn out right cause you learned from them, be sorry for the things you didn't do when you had a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When I love someone, I'll do anything for that love to last forever. When I love someone, I'll sacrifice, I'll give everything he wished for, even if he wishes for freedom. It hurts so much but that's love. Don't be surprised if one day I'll avoid you and be gone, it's not because you've done something wrong and I hate you, but because I'm afraid to love and be hurt again by somebody who can't love me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we fall in love, we never hoped to cry, we never wanted to get hurt, we give more than what we need, and we somehow get equal benefit but more of us end up in tears. When you think of your past love, you may view it as a failure, but when you find a new love, you view the past as an experience, a teacher, a learned lesson. In the game of love, it doesn't really matter who won or who lost, what is important is when you know when to hold on and when to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You know you really love someone when you want him or her to be happy, even if their happiness means that you're not a part of it. Everything happens for the best. If the person you love doesn't love you back, don't be afraid to love someone else again. For you'll never know if there is someone better for you out there. Love strives in hurting. If you don't get hurt, you won't learn how to love. Love doesn't hurt all the time. Although the hurting is still there to test you and help you grow. Once you have been hurt, you learn to appreciate love more the second time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't find love, let love find you. That's why it's called "falling in love". Because you don't force yourself to fall, you just fall. You cannot finish a book without closing its chapters. If you want to go on, then you have to leave the past as you turn the pages. Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress. It is a lifetime's adventure in which we are always learning, discovering, and growing. The greatest irony of love is letting go when you need to hold on and holding on when you need to let go. We lose someone we love only, when we are destined to find someone else who can love us even more than we can love ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On falling out of love, take some time to heal and then get back on the horse. But don't ever make the same mistake of riding the same one that threw you the first time. To love is to risk rejection, to live is to risk dying, to hope is to risk failure. But another is to risk involvement. To expose your feelings is to expose your true self. To love is to risk not to be loved in return. How to love, fall but do not stumble, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, hurt but never keep the pain. Love is supposed to be the most wonderful feeling. It should inspire you and give you joy and strength, it should bring out the best in you. But sometimes the things that give you joy can also hurt you in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Loving people means giving them the freedom to choose who they want to be with and where they choose to be. For all the heartaches and the tears, for gloomy days and fruitless years. You should give thanks, for you know, that those were the things that helped you grow. Loving someone means giving him/her the freedom to find their way, whether it leads towards you or away from you. Only love can hurt your heart, fill you with desire and tear you apart. Only love can make you cry and only love knows why. If you're not ready to take the risk, then you're not ready to fall in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603753432061090672-5285562657847537594?l=thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/feeds/5285562657847537594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603753432061090672&amp;postID=5285562657847537594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/5285562657847537594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/5285562657847537594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-is-love.html' title='What Is Love'/><author><name>Nigel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263043920835102100</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-6603753432061090672.post-326784478825884154</id><published>2007-01-11T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T08:29:19.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys...&lt;br /&gt;been busy these past days.&lt;br /&gt;kept on thinking on what i should do for the new sec 1 coming into NPCC.&lt;br /&gt;though of many games but only a few are applicable.&lt;br /&gt;I also ponder on weather many would turn up or not,&lt;br /&gt;Could there be alot or there won't be any&lt;br /&gt;My NPCC unit has been in the ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;many has joined and many has left&lt;br /&gt;Really don't know what to do with these secondary students.&lt;br /&gt;They just join for fun and leave as and when they want,&lt;br /&gt;thats not what a uniform group is for.&lt;br /&gt;They just don't know what benefits a uniformed group can give them&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to lecture them,&lt;br /&gt;Its their decision and I should respect it.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is to try and change their mindset.&lt;br /&gt;Enough about NPCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my soccer match,&lt;br /&gt;Field soccer haha...&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the keeper position and i just bought my boots and shin guards&lt;br /&gt;hope i'm still in the best form so that my team won't lose.&lt;br /&gt;haha... Till tomorrow for the results&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603753432061090672-326784478825884154?l=thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/feeds/326784478825884154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603753432061090672&amp;postID=326784478825884154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/326784478825884154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/326784478825884154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Nigel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263043920835102100</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-6603753432061090672.post-3716763331316959529</id><published>2007-01-08T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T06:06:40.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heya, yesterday has been a nice day for me.&lt;br /&gt;CLASS CHALET. haha&lt;br /&gt;must thank mrs ong for helping us book a chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of my group of friends met at pasir ris mrt&lt;br /&gt;to move off to the chalet at aloha.&lt;br /&gt;haha, then our teacher was already there.&lt;br /&gt;We walked around the place and we found ourselves lost. haha&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND THE PLACE WOOTS... 3 Cheers for me haha&lt;br /&gt;then started the fire for the bbq... nth special here.&lt;br /&gt;the best part when the 1st batch of wings were given out..&lt;br /&gt;the wings were NOT cooked yet and there was alot of blood haha..&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY&lt;br /&gt;then 1 of my friends drank a cup full of coke and jack daniels...&lt;br /&gt;BOY was he HIGH...&lt;br /&gt;Around 9.50, our teacher went back and the real party began.&lt;br /&gt;we went to get bacodi and volka and we drank till 5 am.&lt;br /&gt;not pure bacodi and volka though, we added sprite and coke... haha&lt;br /&gt;yea then we left the place at 10.30am and now i'm here typing this&lt;br /&gt;haha till next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603753432061090672-3716763331316959529?l=thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/feeds/3716763331316959529/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6603753432061090672.post-1985689902854257055</id><published>2007-01-06T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T02:21:37.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NPCC Sec 1 orientation</title><content type='html'>YOz...&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm the number 1 monkey in school&lt;br /&gt;My NPCC unit built a ladder using ropes and wooden poles only!&lt;br /&gt;Think it's easy to climb?&lt;br /&gt;Your wrong!!!&lt;br /&gt;Most of my junior had a tough time climbing it.&lt;br /&gt;Though today was not the offical day for the sec 1s to join a cca,&lt;br /&gt;We had those who are keen to write down their particulars so that we are able to contact them.&lt;br /&gt;So far we have 13 of them.&lt;br /&gt;Downside, NO GIRLS...&lt;br /&gt;Big problem....How can there be no girls in a unit...&lt;br /&gt;MIXED SCHOOL and our unit has turned into a boys unit&lt;div 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orientation'/><author><name>Nigel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11263043920835102100</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-6603753432061090672.post-7926878949807607490</id><published>2007-01-03T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T07:19:49.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyas, trying my best to blog everyday haha&lt;br /&gt;Today woke up at 2pm, dunno why always so late, I must be getting lazy LOL&lt;br /&gt;well after waking up i straight away went to play my game haha (game addict)&lt;br /&gt;then i left my house at 6 to meet my friends at bedok, well one friend tagged along wanting to watch a movie with me after the meeting...&lt;br /&gt;but the meeting was longer then expected haha&lt;br /&gt;more then an hour longer and he was with my laptop without batt..LOL&lt;br /&gt;well to make up to him, i wanted to treat him to mac's but he said ok....&lt;br /&gt;HIS NEW YEAR RESOLUTION IS TO MAKE SURE HE WILL NOT WAIT FOR ME ANYMORE...&lt;br /&gt;LOL thats the best i heard&lt;br /&gt;Well Thats all for today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6603753432061090672-7926878949807607490?l=thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeofnigel.blogspot.com/feeds/7926878949807607490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6603753432061090672&amp;postID=7926878949807607490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6603753432061090672/posts/default/7926878949807607490'/><link rel='self' 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Been a long time since I have blogged, wonder if I can still remember how to post, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, today woke up at 3 pm. lol ya 3pm why cannot ah haha... they some more got to go bedok meet my area mates. suppose to be there at 5 but then at 4.30 stomach ache then i late lor...lol so sway... eat steam boat with my them, burn the pot the the soup become black..we called that herbal soup. 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