<?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-7068272199112067430</id><updated>2011-11-08T05:11:06.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zero, never the Hero.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicholas Kwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174027058519536406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068272199112067430.post-154688199119636976</id><published>2009-11-16T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T08:18:03.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1% pleasure, 99% pain. That's the sad truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068272199112067430-154688199119636976?l=okay-nookay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/feeds/154688199119636976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-pleasure-99-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/154688199119636976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/154688199119636976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-pleasure-99-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas Kwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174027058519536406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7068272199112067430.post-3301556637814744783</id><published>2009-10-28T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T08:02:53.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey world, im back after the promotional examinations.. Well, i have taken loads of exams on numerous occasions but i must admit, i have never expected myself being in such a situation. Yes, only a year ago, i'd go into the examination hall with my buddy sean, totally unprepared and only to snigger at how difficult the paper is and how we know nuts about what we were supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;Despite this, through some stroke of luck, i managed to fulfill whatever criteria was thrown at me. Well, not so lucky this time, nick. Somehow, i do not understand why this happened. Yes, I did in fact study, probably the hardest i have ever did in my whole TA life so far but still, i couldn't manage to come up with the goods. Sigh. So what can i do now? just wait..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068272199112067430-3301556637814744783?l=okay-nookay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/feeds/3301556637814744783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-world-im-back-after-promotional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/3301556637814744783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/3301556637814744783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-world-im-back-after-promotional.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas Kwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174027058519536406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7068272199112067430.post-2160898195381113521</id><published>2009-10-12T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T06:25:12.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm... well today's the first day of the examinations and honestly, i felt that it could have been better. Ha! Yeap.. 'Could Have'. Although we know that the possibility of turning back time is zilch, i feel that most of us tend to constantly linger on what could have been and tend to lose focus on what is up ahead or what we already have!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Even though scientists today are working their asses off to try and come up with possible technologies that can enable man to prolong life for numerous years but for what? Yes, we may be able to live longer, but what's the use of spending the last few years of your life bedridden and unable to experience life at its fullest?( No offence but yeah, i would like to live a long life with my loving wife, kids and possibly a dog.) And cryonics, is it really a possible technology that could surpass the boundaries of human life? or is it just another money sucking sham to cheat people of their money. ' Haha!Hey John! pass me the liquid nitrogen! our friend here wants to live to see if Leeds united will ever win the premier league again! ' Now what's the point of that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; You wake up in a century or so and into a society where you are a loner. No friends, no idea where your families are, no money, no home. Yes, your life could possibly have been prolonged for about 10 years or so with the new technology  but then again you have no social status and no life, you'd be an outcast to society and by the time u master all the new trends and start rebuilding your life, you are back where you started, on the deathbed. Hmm...maybe Simon Cowell might be able to talk his way through the ranks after all, he did proclaim to the world that he was going to freeze his body upon death. It is a wonder if these possible consequences were ever thought about by scientists or were they just brainwashed by the possibility of being immortal and surpassing the boundaries of life because they too were the ones who came up with the theories on life cycles etc. Yet again, if you were an immortal, won't you be bored of the world after awhile, i mean you have seen every possible place and corner of the globe.. Ah well, i certainly wish the scientists the best of luck in their conquest for human longevity and immortality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068272199112067430-2160898195381113521?l=okay-nookay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/feeds/2160898195381113521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/2160898195381113521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/2160898195381113521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas Kwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174027058519536406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7068272199112067430.post-5758920534277346377</id><published>2009-10-05T06:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T06:07:49.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xv_I1cUdOyY&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xv_I1cUdOyY&amp;amp;feature=channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TWO AND A HALF WATCHMAN!! HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068272199112067430-5758920534277346377?l=okay-nookay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/feeds/5758920534277346377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpwww_76.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/5758920534277346377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/5758920534277346377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpwww_76.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas Kwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174027058519536406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7068272199112067430.post-6204603271802842785</id><published>2009-10-05T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T06:02:51.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUba0WtH-SY&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUba0WtH-SY&amp;amp;feature=channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eUba0WtH-SY&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA and also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5B5dLFFVzw4&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5B5dLFFVzw4&amp;amp;feature=channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harry potter has adhd&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/7068272199112067430-6204603271802842785?l=okay-nookay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/feeds/6204603271802842785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpwww_6229.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/6204603271802842785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/6204603271802842785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpwww_6229.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas Kwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174027058519536406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7068272199112067430.post-4883190520998628864</id><published>2009-10-05T05:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T06:21:51.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbAppj00nZo&amp;amp;feature=fvhr"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PbAppj00nZo&amp;amp;feature=fvhr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA! found this on youtube. hope it can help destress all u peeps :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEW MOON ONE!! MUST WATCH MUST WATCH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068272199112067430-4883190520998628864?l=okay-nookay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/feeds/4883190520998628864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpwww_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/4883190520998628864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/4883190520998628864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpwww_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas Kwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174027058519536406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7068272199112067430.post-1624212507131469445</id><published>2009-09-29T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:13:36.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Mister... would you be so kind as to spare me some money?' he asked, head down as if he was afraid to meet my gaze. The howl of the east wind was probably the only thing audible in the cold deserted streets. And why shouldn't it be the case? Everyone had sought shelter in their warm and toasty homes, away from the wrath of winter. 'Dear god! You must be freezing! Come, let us go someplace warm.'  He refused to budge. 'I'm waiting for somebody...' he stammered,cluttering his teeth. 'You are mad! Believe me, nobody's coming.. not in this harsh weather.' Again, i tried to convince him to come with me. Nothing. A stubborn donkey was what he was. 'Here... she's the only thing that my life's worth living for...' He handed me a slightly tattered yet well kept photograph of a young woman. My word, she was beautiful - long curly hair, luscious lips, round beautiful eyes with a gaze that would make any man fall onto his knees. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;' Do you know... that today's our anniversary? Ahh yes.. it was only 5 years ago that she left... left this small town to become a big star... We agreed to meet up today... the 11th... though she has not appeared ever since the second year... and here i have been... for the past 3 years....waiting...and waiting... every....single...day...' I felt sorry for the poor fella, how was i to ever convince him that the love of his life had probably given up on him? Feeling sorry,  i left him my coat and ran off in search of shelter. The very same night, i flipped on the telly and right on the face of my television screen, i saw her.. the very same woman on that picture, i was a hundred and one percent sure. She was married.. At lightning speed, i grabbed my coat and flashlight before heading out in search of that poor soul whose heart had been devoured by a woman so heartless.. ' Let me go! there's somebody out there in need of aid!' ' I'm sorry sir, i just can't let you out with that blizzard!' A thousand and one thoughts were racing through my head.. the poor lad was done for.. I murmured a silent prayer to god to by some means help the poor man.. I went back to that very same spot the next day, only to be greeted by a silhouette of the poor man's body.. covered in snow.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people would die for the people they love.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, my first attempt at a short story =X don't think it's very good though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah well. :D inspired by matthew chew to write short stories XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7068272199112067430-1624212507131469445?l=okay-nookay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/feeds/1624212507131469445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/09/mister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/1624212507131469445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/1624212507131469445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/09/mister.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas Kwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174027058519536406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7068272199112067430.post-5396241084049437216</id><published>2009-09-28T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:23:55.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now listen up.. when you make your oh so glorious entrance into this world, your parents give you a name, an identity. So why is it that some fags just have to go around making things up and start pretending that that is your name. Firstly, you aren't my parents, if you were, i'd probably be best of in hell. Secondly, do you have any idea how insulting,annoying and rather hurting it can get sometimes? Yes, it was a joke but wake up.. that was a year ago, have the fucking decency to learn my name and use it, don't go around calling me something which i certainly hate. What's worse, you just have to make jokes and continue annoying people. If it weren't for the person i am and what you claim you are to my friends, believe me, your face would have already met my knuckles through a successful 'blind date'. I treat you/ you guys like as friends.. so tell me, do you guys think that i am your dog just because i may be younger? Would you like it if i constantly did something hurtful to you even though i know i am in the wrong? Get some sensitivity for god's sake! You might be smart enough to be successful in life but what's the point when the whole world secretly hates you and pretends to be your friend. The world is so much better of without these kind of people so to put it plainly, you/you guys can just fuck off and die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068272199112067430-5396241084049437216?l=okay-nookay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/feeds/5396241084049437216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-listen-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/5396241084049437216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/5396241084049437216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-listen-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas Kwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174027058519536406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7068272199112067430.post-217105605411837924</id><published>2009-09-23T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:29:44.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess it's official, i have a blardy slow brain that processes dam slowly and i suck at sciences. &lt;div&gt;(Angee): It's okayyy. You aren't the only one. I also v.lost :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Matt): I also I also!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See. You aren't alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k im back, didnt understand a word they were saying -.- . but seriously, i have no idea how science's would actually help unless you aspire to be a scientist. i mean come on. If u are in the banking industry, nobody is gonna ask : ' so Mr. Kwa, the new computer's they brought in today are rather slow, wonder what's the resistance and current etc. etc. of this.' how bout chem? i know that it's interesting and all.. okay, scenario 2. 'OH MY GOD I JUST BARFED OUT MY LUNCH!!! Hey nick, could u tell me the chemical properties or write me an equation of my vomit? Oh btw, i had the pasta.' I'd propbably slap him and push his head into his own vomit lols -.- and bio...  the super wordy 30-page-per-topic subject.. 'OH NO!!! THERE'S PUS COMING OUT FROM MY MOUTH!!! AHHHHH!!!! NICK! are there any digestive properties or enzymes in the pus??' dood... im gonna take ur stack of bio notes and beat the hell out of you with it.. I don't really understand the whole concept of us being tested on sciences. Yeah, if it's for general knowledge, why not? Hmm.. all this talk about sciences, how bout history? 'sigh.. my grandmother just passed away last week.. do you know that she's been here since 1929... oh btw, do you know what historic event happened when she was 3 years old?' I DUNNO! UR GRANDMA'S 3rd birthday maybe???  This whole education system is just warped. If you really want a really stable world, here's an idea. Decide ur career future in kindergarten and from there, work towards what u want by taking the subjects required, all the time spent doing those specialised will probably make everyone the best at their respective drops.. hmm...sounds like utopia all over again with the stability and all that. I guess there really isn't any existent thing on this earth that is really flawless..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068272199112067430-217105605411837924?l=okay-nookay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/feeds/217105605411837924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-guess-its-official-i-have-blardy-slow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/217105605411837924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/217105605411837924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-guess-its-official-i-have-blardy-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas Kwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174027058519536406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7068272199112067430.post-6628380682261883442</id><published>2009-09-23T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T08:03:50.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well well well, so it turns out that lewis Hamilton and Nicole Sherzinger are still together. Though it's kinda sad that they haven't been able to spend time with each other for the past 2 months due to their careers. Ah well, i guess that's showbiz. hahah. at least the season is ending. all the best for this weekend's singapore GP lewis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068272199112067430-6628380682261883442?l=okay-nookay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/feeds/6628380682261883442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-well-well-so-it-turns-out-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/6628380682261883442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/6628380682261883442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-well-well-so-it-turns-out-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas Kwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174027058519536406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7068272199112067430.post-6788679894053879458</id><published>2009-09-22T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T08:20:44.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like it or not guys, Neil Patrick Harris is gay. Yes, the awesom, legend (wait for it) dary barney stinson is in fact gay. Though i find this kinda sad on one hand, i don't partcularly see a problem with it.  I mean so the guy is gay, there's nothing wrong with that! He's still a really talented actor and will always be cool. I mean look at adam lambert, gay, so what, there's no denying that he is one of the most talented singers out there today. But note, haha please don't try and gay straight guys because it's kinda disturbing.. RIGHT JINGWEN?&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;According to wiki:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;'In November 2006, after a report about Harris' romantic relationship with actor &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Burtka" title="David Burtka" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;David Burtka&lt;/a&gt; surfaced online, Harris &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coming_out" title="Coming out" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;came out&lt;/a&gt; publicly in&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/People_(magazine)" title="People (magazine)" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-canada.com_14-0" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neil_Patrick_Harris#cite_note-canada.com-14" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;15&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-peopleex_15-0" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neil_Patrick_Harris#cite_note-peopleex-15" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 43, 184); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; white-space: nowrap; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;16&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; He had been openly &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gay" title="Gay" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(90, 54, 150); background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; "&gt;gay&lt;/a&gt; in his personal life and in the theater community, but stated, "The public eye has always been kind to me, and until recently I have been able to live a pretty normal life. Now it seems there is speculation and interest in my private life and relationships. So, rather than ignore those who choose to publish their opinions without actually talking to me, I am happy to dispel any rumors or misconceptions and am quite proud to say that I am a very content gay man living my life to the fullest and feel most fortunate to be working with wonderful people in the business I love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068272199112067430-6788679894053879458?l=okay-nookay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/feeds/6788679894053879458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/09/like-it-or-not-guys-neil-patrick-harris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/6788679894053879458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/6788679894053879458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/09/like-it-or-not-guys-neil-patrick-harris.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas Kwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174027058519536406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7068272199112067430.post-6235589622968553319</id><published>2009-09-21T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:39:32.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vkYMKk5m86Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vkYMKk5m86Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww this is just so aww...  The power of love =) Nothing's can stop it. just 2 people, 1 world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068272199112067430-6235589622968553319?l=okay-nookay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/feeds/6235589622968553319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/09/aww-this-is-just-so-aww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/6235589622968553319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/6235589622968553319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/09/aww-this-is-just-so-aww.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas Kwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174027058519536406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7068272199112067430.post-829368772595479247</id><published>2009-09-20T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:00:11.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQDu8ar4fag/SrcVXyfQ7kI/AAAAAAAAABs/3H8LKdrzfYY/s1600-h/l35b993a00000_1_15285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQDu8ar4fag/SrcVXyfQ7kI/AAAAAAAAABs/3H8LKdrzfYY/s320/l35b993a00000_1_15285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383795377978797634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     'When I get sad, I stop being sad and become awesome instead. True story.' - Barney Stinson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/somewhere_someone_is_thinking_of_you-someone_is/346585.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying every sound of my new headphones. oh and matt's day was just made by the pretty mcdonald waitress lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068272199112067430-829368772595479247?l=okay-nookay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/feeds/829368772595479247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-i-get-sad-i-stop-being-sad-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/829368772595479247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/829368772595479247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-i-get-sad-i-stop-being-sad-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas Kwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174027058519536406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_LQDu8ar4fag/SrcVXyfQ7kI/AAAAAAAAABs/3H8LKdrzfYY/s72-c/l35b993a00000_1_15285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068272199112067430.post-7131420560749077052</id><published>2009-09-20T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T04:29:37.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We often look at people and tell ourselves, 'im not gonna be like him/her' That's what has been happening. So, here's my stand, no more letting people step on me, i aint gonna be like him. Im gonan stand up for myself and for my own rights, so if you think you can take advantage of me, sorry, you can go !@#$ off and die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068272199112067430-7131420560749077052?l=okay-nookay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/feeds/7131420560749077052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-often-look-at-people-and-tell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/7131420560749077052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/7131420560749077052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-often-look-at-people-and-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas Kwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174027058519536406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7068272199112067430.post-127894053468384961</id><published>2009-09-20T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T04:20:05.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How many of you wake up, look at yourself in the mirror and wonder.. who is that person in front of me? Why do we see things through these eyes and not someone else's? Well, everyone has their own perspectives, so here's mine. I believe that everyone's different for a reason, we all lead different lives and go through different challenges. These challenges probably differ based  on what we percieve life to be and what our character's are. Whoever created us probably knew what he was doing. Life could either be a game or a big ball of shit, depending on whose eyes it's being seen through and that's probably what our creater had intended. Honestly, why do we live life? What for go through all these pains and troubles? Are we being watched and maybe being betted on like a horse race? (who makes it big and who falls.)The only reason why people fail in life is due to both his own decisions and those of society. Think of this. If our society constantly rejects people who cant do well in academics, is that really for the greater good for man? When society rejects these sorts of people, they start commiting all sorts of crimes because to them, no matter what they do, they'll never end up as successful as those who have done well and what better way to get there other than by cheating the system? .And utopia, why do we need utopia.. We wake up everyday, do the same things that we always do without thinking of why we are doing these things. Oh sure, it's for the greater good of society but does the development of society necessarily mean the development in us as humans? No. All we get are greater technologies to make everything else more convenient because we are too shit sad to face the harsh reality of what life is. People living in modern day society tend to only think of money career and whatever else is practical. I feel that practicality is the barrier preventing man from thinking creatively. I'll bet that many, in fact all scientists must've been ridiculed  after coming up with their various hypothesis but all these criticism never stopped them from continuing their research so why is it that everyone nowadays thinks so practically? I mean there's an obvious line between what's creative and what's just plain retarded. Everything's just changing, nobody seems to really bother about the finer things in life. (i'm not sayin that education and money aren't important)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, im not emo in case any of you guys are wondering lols, im just thinking..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068272199112067430-127894053468384961?l=okay-nookay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/feeds/127894053468384961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-many-of-you-wake-up-look-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/127894053468384961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/127894053468384961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-many-of-you-wake-up-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas Kwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174027058519536406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7068272199112067430.post-7058354779809007448</id><published>2009-09-19T02:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T02:56:52.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;My cousin's married.. so tonight's gonna be a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;so tonight's gonna be a wedding&lt;br /&gt;so tonight's gonna be a we-we-wedding (x4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight’s the night&lt;br /&gt;Take out my shoes,&lt;br /&gt;Take out my jacket,&lt;br /&gt;Let’s live it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I cant decide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;BLACK OR WHITE!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Black is more formal,&lt;br /&gt;But white is, YOUNG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068272199112067430-7058354779809007448?l=okay-nookay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/feeds/7058354779809007448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-cousins-married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/7058354779809007448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/7058354779809007448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-cousins-married.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicholas Kwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174027058519536406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7068272199112067430.post-5981105299838511723</id><published>2009-09-18T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:16:34.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;okay! i've decided to come back an blog again. lols. well how's life been for me for the past hmm 9 months? it's like a frickin roller coaster ride. I don't know if it's just me but whenever i have something good going on for me, somehow i just go on and subconsciously screw it up! Maybe it's the fear of losing what's currently impt in your life? hmm.. ah well. few highlights this year.. First of all, OBM, 10 days away from my family and from nic. A rather sad bus ride there because all i could think of was, wth.. 10 days.. im gonna get shit, im gonna miss my house, miss her. Yeah, these thoughts were still in my head throughout the camp but hey, lumut wasnt too bad, in fact it was awesome! like matt would probably say, obm brought out many different sides of people but im glad that being the happy go lucky person that i am, i wasn't really to affected by that although i must admit that i feel closer to most of the peeps there. BUBU watch was awesome, come on! we had no scout king like SJ or Joel but we still worked our asses off, especially casper who kept the first fire going strong. I applaud ur determination. haha. i used to think tt matt was some weird food koper but truth is, he's really cool once you get to know em.. well yes, he's still locked up in his own bubble sometimes but, everyone has their whacko side now dont we? Gracia was surprisingly not as bimbotic as i would have expected! no ear piercing screams! To my surprise, she was mentally strong and a really nice person too. Jianle's just like joelle, what we guys like to call our 'half-brothers' LOL. especially when she puts on that cap. Valencia was a cool kayaking partner though i felt that it was a bit weird when she started talking abt her 'husband' aaron. The prc's were fricking hilarious please! Always gave me a good laugh whenever i needed one. Jasmine was also surprsingly strong! but she's also dam black LOL. MAN! if u tink she's black now, u aint seen nth. There are loads more to say, including people's negative sides, though i shan't illustrate. haha. ah well, moving on, this year was rather awesome, ive made many close friends and i can honestly say tt TA ppl aren't as weird as others might think though there's always the occasional few. LA night was a couple weeks ago and boy was it awesome! kudos to all u guys for making it possible, without all the numerous rehearsals and all that effort we've put in, i don't think we would have had a great performance. Ah well, unfortunately, im being overcome by laziness right now.. thanks ah matthew lols. So much has happened till date and i just don't know where to start... but right now, it ain't good. Things are going downhill... Do or die.. just a few more weeks to my first challenge, after that, new challenges await me.. I don't know if im prepared..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7068272199112067430-5981105299838511723?l=okay-nookay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/feeds/5981105299838511723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/5981105299838511723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068272199112067430/posts/default/5981105299838511723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://okay-nookay.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!'/><author><name>Nicholas Kwa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03174027058519536406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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></feed>
