<?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-22343842</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:29:16.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my uncleaned closet...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-6214653927023401558</id><published>2007-08-20T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:48:43.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PopularAsians.com</title><content type='html'>PopularAsians.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-6214653927023401558?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/6214653927023401558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=6214653927023401558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/6214653927023401558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/6214653927023401558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2007/08/popularasianscom.html' title='PopularAsians.com'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-116007416616191525</id><published>2006-10-06T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T01:06:46.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on Shuffle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The game is simple, just.. answer some random questions with the titles of songs played from your music player, on shuffle! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No cheating!&lt;/span&gt; (Courtesy of Cheez and Jomi's blogs)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Describe yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goo Goo Dolls - Big Machine (I'm a big machine? I don't think so...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How has the past 17 years been for you? &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destinys Child ft Lil Wayne and TI - Soldier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(No, I wasn't chosen for NS. Though I do feel sometimes I'm a soldier for my family.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's going on in your mind lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Dave Simon - I Need your Love (Guess that's true as well, in a way...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What has been a great influence to you?&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy Brown - Don't Stop The Rock 2.5 (Err...)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ryan Cabrera - True (Yes I'm true, I'm not cheating, seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone who is... &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Doors Down - Running Out Of Days (Err... I don't think so.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand people who are... &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrique Inglesias - Hero (Yeah, bloody losers trying to act hero. Shoo off.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is better to do than to blog now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica - Angel of Mine (Yes, I should be looking for my angel instead.)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My blog is all about... &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eminem - Kill You (Don't worry, it's just being a gay shuffler, my Windows Media Player.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years from now, I might be...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creed - With Arms Wide Open (Waiting for you to come back into my arms.)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuffling is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goo Goo Dolls - Sympathy (No offense to you shufflers out there. My Windows Media Player doesn't seem to have any sympathy while shuffling my playlist.)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foosball is... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howie Day - Collide (Well I guess there are many collisions. Without collisions, there'd be no foosball.)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE... &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Killers - Mr Brightside (Well I do love the song...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your best pick-up line?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson - Since You Been Gone (I don't think that'd work pretty well...)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you put my wallet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Chou - Qi Li Xiang (Err... I don't think it's smell is that great...)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you see your ex pass by? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiesto - Just Be (Now this I agree to. Just be my usual self.)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF I could turn back time, I would...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guang Liang - Tong Hua (Try to make my life like a fairy tale?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you're at the movies, and the couple behind you is making obscene noises, you turn around and say...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag Team - Whoomp! There It is (HAHAHAH I CAN JUST IMAGINE THAT HAPPENING!)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your preferences in girls?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Calling - Things Don't Always Turn Out That Way (Girls don't always turn out as they seem.)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite food at 12 midnight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Jovi - Don't Back Down (No way I'm backing down from ANY food at 12 midnight.)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the beggar do to the rich white man who didn't spare him some change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goo Goo Dolls - Another Second Time Around (Maybe he's cursing the rich white man that it'd be opposite the next time it happens? I don't know!)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the people out there who read this, I'd like to say... &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alkaline Trio - Time To Waste (Well you've certainly wasted your time reading your time. The same as I've wasted my time doing this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your college life. &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anastacia - I'm Outta Love (OMG THIS IS SO TRUE! BLOODY WMP GETTING SMARTER)(Note: I'm in KBU)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could only say one last word to your loved one, what would it be? &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lifehouse - Hanging By A Moment (I sure do hope this moment lasts forever. Wait, this isn't ONE word right? More like one phrase.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you want for your next birthday present? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. Massif - Somebody (Totally 110% agree to this. SOMEBODY! I'm not telling who!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I totally dislike... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cascada - Another You (One of YOU in this world is enough, I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accountancy is... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiesto - Adagio For Strings (Err, okay. Sure.)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a fight between you and your best friend was voice-recorded, what's one word to describe it? &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savage Garden - I Knew I Love You (No idea what that'll mean. And it's a phrase again, not a word.)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite slogan to be printed on your personal cap. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Eat World - Pain (Painful to wear my cap?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going to... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Jovi - Treat Her Right (If I ever get the chance, I would.)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After you've played a game of football in the mud, you yell to your opponents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Papa Roach - Scars (How would playing football in mud give you scars? Is mud sharp?)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pay your tax to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lifehouse - You and Me (If only the government approved of this...)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your life was written in a book, the title of the book would be... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warp Brothers - Kick That Shit! (Wow that's kinda catchy for a book title...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your playlist. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Frog - Axel F 2005 (I have no idea what this is supposed to mean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My home is my favourite place because it gives me... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ Lee - X-perience (Yeah, you know I have to like wash plates and shoes and clean up my room. They really give me experience to level up and be able to take care of myself.)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet Coke is bad for health because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Eminem - Criminal (Yeah, Diet Coke, bad, criminal...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another pick-up line at the college canteen. &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R. Kelly - I Believe I Can Fly (They'll go, "Oh yeah? Then fly away.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your opinion on PDA(public direct affection)? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madagascar - I Like to Move It (I like to move it in public?)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone you've been longing to talk to, brushes you off when you call him/her, what goes through your mind? &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Click Five - Just The Girl (Well, she's the only one I've been longing to talk to.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you not studying now? &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blink 182 - Stay Together For the Kids (Because I'm staying here writing this entry for you kids.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anti-bacterial Alcohol Hand Gel is good for Foosball because it provides...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sum 41 - Moron (I play like a moron with or without it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you break down after a whole day of insults, you just feel like...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leann Rimes - How Do I Live (How do I live without insults...?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-116007416616191525?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/116007416616191525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=116007416616191525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/116007416616191525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/116007416616191525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-on-shuffle.html' title='Life on Shuffle!'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-115918765273449156</id><published>2006-09-25T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T20:34:12.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women are hard to understand...</title><content type='html'>A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you're a great guy, but I don't like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we're going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn't work out, we'll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-115918765273449156?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/115918765273449156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=115918765273449156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/115918765273449156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/115918765273449156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/09/women-are-hard-to-understand.html' title='Women are hard to understand...'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-115566063328050618</id><published>2006-08-16T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:50:33.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of the tree, leaf and wind. (3)</title><content type='html'>Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I like a girl called leaf. Because she loves the tree, but the  tree wouldn't repay in kind. So I am the wind that would take that  leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first time, I met her, is when I first got transfered here. It  is my second last year of high school. There, I saw leaf, and small  girl sitting next to the soccer field. Her eyes seemed to be fixed on  the captain. Every recess, leaf would sit there, by herself or with a  friend. Everytime leaf sees him with another girl, her eyes would be  filled with sorrow, tears rolling down her cheek at times. But when he  would look at her, her eyes would immediately change to those of a &lt;br /&gt;happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching her became part of me, just as her watching him. One day, leaf did not come to the field. My heart was really uneasy. I  can't explain that feeling. I hurried to her classroom. And there she  was, so I hid outside the classroom and peeked inside. I saw tree  scolding her then leaving the classroom with another girl. I felt  really angry. She cried her eyes out that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day, there she was again, beside the soccer field, looking  at him. I approached leaf, smiled and handed her a note. At first, she  seemed surprised but then she accepted the note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day after that, she came to me, handed me her reply and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The note said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the leaf is filled with sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;but she does not with to go,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard the wind may blow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is not because the leaf is filled with sorrow, but it's because the  leaf doesn't want to leave the tree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked, since then, she started accepting me, she talked to me,  started received my many gifts, even answering my phone calls. I know she doesn't like me, but that only compelled me to try even  harder. Within 4 months, I told her countless time how much I love her  and asked her out but everytime, she will either pretend to not hear me  or quickly change the topic of conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did not give up there, her rejections only strengthen my will to  win her heart, no matter what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the umpteen time, I asked her out, through the phone, eventhough  I don't expect anything. I know she will probably start talking about  something else, but everytime, I always have a thin line of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, she remained silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong?", I asked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?!", I muttered, being stupefied by her answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!~~~~~~" she answered loudly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped the phone, stopped a taxi, and rushed to leaf's house. She  opened the door and she hugged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaf had to go, because of the wind, or because tree simply did not  ask leaf to stay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-115566063328050618?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/115566063328050618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=115566063328050618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/115566063328050618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/115566063328050618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/08/story-of-tree-leaf-and-wind-3.html' title='The story of the tree, leaf and wind. (3)'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-115224018762370837</id><published>2006-07-07T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T10:50:20.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of the tree, leaf and wind. (2)</title><content type='html'>Leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in high school, I like to collect leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? You ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, you may think it is a stupid reason, but I always felt that for a leaf to leave the tree that they have came, must have took them a lot of courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I not silly? Or perhaps too dreamy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also in high school, that I met a guy. We were really close. Not like a boyfriend-girlfriend thing but just good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but when he had his first girlfriend, I learnt a new feeling that I shouldn't have. That sour bitter feeling - jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kind of sourness is worse than a thousand rotting lemon, it is just too unbearable. I don't know why, but my happiest moment came just two months after that. They broke off their relationship. It was short, and I actually felt really good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good feeling went away just one month after that. When he started another relationship with another girl. I know I love him, I also know he loves me too. But why? Why.. Why can't he just for once ask me to be his girlfriend. Clearly, we love one another, why doesn't he just ask me out? EVERY SINGLE TIME HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND, every time my heart shattered into a million pieces, almost to impossible to mend, almost impossible to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he loves me. I know he does. The way he care for me surpasses beyond any ordinary friend. Every night, for the next three years, not matter what, he will without fail, spend some time to call me. Is this alone not proof of his feelings for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relentlessly, I stayed with him. By his side, I cared for him, loved him, accompanied him. Maybe I'm just a fool, to wait for him to make his move, to wait for him to turn back and love me. Every night, I wait for his phone calls, his SMS-es. Just like that, I spent the next three years of my high school life. Waiting for someone is so frustrating even to the most patient of girls. Loving him, is just sometimes too much for me to bear, just too painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know his movements, his passion, even till his very last habits. I notice everything about him. But yet, I can't guess what he is trying to say to me. Does he still want me? Does he want me to be his girlfriend at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him and countless girlfriends. Everytime he broke up with girlfriends, I rejoice. You must think I am a very selfish person indeed. It went on like this for three years, till the very last semester, a cute looking guy went after me. Everyday, he would ask me out. At first, I rejected him. But slowly, through time, my heart opened to him. His warmth and love, is like a soft, and patient wind, gently blowing on a leaf waiting for the day the leaf would fall and the wind would then carry the leaf away. Till the day came, I find myself unable to cling onto my tree, I feel that by bending with the wind, the wind will take me, this dried, and wounded leaf to a better place, to a&lt;br /&gt;better home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, finally, I left the tree, but the tree only smiled to me, and did not ask me to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now, sometimes, I ask myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaf had to go, because of the wind, or because tree simply did not ask leaf to stay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-115224018762370837?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/115224018762370837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=115224018762370837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/115224018762370837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/115224018762370837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/07/story-of-tree-leaf-and-wind-2.html' title='The story of the tree, leaf and wind. (2)'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-115064515663741107</id><published>2006-06-18T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T23:39:16.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of the tree, leaf and wind.</title><content type='html'>Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call myself tree for a good reason. Of all the things in the world, I  love drawing trees most. After a while, the tree became my signature.  Since then, after finishing a painting, I will paint a small tree on  the right bottom corner. It represents myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For three years in my high school, I dated five girls. However, there  was one other girl I love very much - leaf. But everytime, I fail to  have the courage to go after leaf, guess it is meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaf doesn't have a pretty face nor a good looking body, just an  ordinary girl. But I like her. I really do! I like her innocence, her  frankness, her weakness. She's really cute and clever girl. Perhaps I  thought that leaf wasn't good enough for me. Perhaps once we are  together, I fear that all that good feelings I have for her will be  lost forever. Perhaps, I am a fool, to think that she will be mine  forever, there will be always be time for me to go after her at a later &lt;br /&gt;date, at a later time. Because of this, leaf waited for me, watched me  flirt with other girls, and remained heart broken for the three years  while we were in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaf is a really good actor, while I'm like a director, directing a  film. It was just like yesterday, I was kissed my second girlfriend  near a washroom when leaf saw us together. She sheepishly smiled and  said, "Go ~ on"! Then she ran off. The second day, her eyes were  swollen, as large as a plum. Although I know who made her cry like  this, I just laugh at her the whole day, pretending that she just  looked funny. Leaf cried again that afternoon, when everybody's left  the classroom. What she didn't know was I came back to back because I  left something in the classroom. I watched her for an entire hour like  this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fourth girlfriend really hated leaf. Once, both of them had an  arguement. I know my it is not like leaf to start an arguement and my  girlfriend was bound to be on the wrong. But still, I sided my  girlfriend. In fact, I even scolded leaf. She was clearly shocked,  tears pouring down her eyes. But I didn't see her tears, marching out  the classroom with my girlfriend. The second day after that incident,  she even tried to tease me. But I know deep down inside leaf was  hurting so much, What she doesn't know was that I wasn't feeling any  better than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at the last few days of school, when some sense at last came  into my mind, I broke off with last girlfriend. I just couldn't take it  any longer, I had to tell her. I went to see her and said, "I have something to tell you". She  replied, "what a coindence, I have something to tell you as well. I'mwith 'him' now.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who 'him' is. He was after her for a while actually. A cute  lively boy, warm and caring. He went after her like the wind. I cannot express my sorrow, only barely able make a effort to fake a  smile to congratulated her. My aching heart was hurting so much, like a  ton of rocks weighing on my chest. I couldn't breath. Really felt like  screaming on top of my lungs. My tear couldn't stop as the same with my  agony. Perhaps this time, was a repayment for the same pain that I have  caused her. I stayed in my tiny room, refusing all outside contact til  ten days later, graduation day, when I switched on my mobile phone, a  message ten days earlier read,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The leaf had to go, because of the wind, or was it because tree simply did not ask leaf to stay?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-115064515663741107?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/115064515663741107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=115064515663741107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/115064515663741107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/115064515663741107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/06/story-of-tree-leaf-and-wind.html' title='The story of the tree, leaf and wind.'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114707269648409982</id><published>2006-05-08T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T15:23:50.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to you...</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I said a lot crappy things last time and I'm sorry about that. I haven't been a very good friend to you and I'm sorry, okay? I just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I'm afraid to be your friend. Because I'm always gonna want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then after I got thinking again, I'd rather have you in my life as a friend than not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? That's a lie too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to take you on a date. I don't care if it's in the day or at night or whenever, as long as it's a real date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you how beautiful I think you are inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you. I always have. But now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114707269648409982?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114707269648409982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114707269648409982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114707269648409982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114707269648409982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/05/letters-to-you.html' title='Letters to you...'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114684087961215562</id><published>2006-05-05T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T22:54:39.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back? Back again?</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; long since my last, real entry. It was mainly because I was really really lazy and kind of busy doing some stuff. Oh well, to heck with that. I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been just so many happenings, ideas and thoughts that I wanted to tell you about since my last entry. There is just so much, that I do not think I can finish telling. So, I'm just gonna start off from today, not where I dropped off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, guess what? Exams are over! Yay! FEST01 semester 1 has finally come to an end! Honestly, I don't think I have learned much in these four months. But oh well, I hope I did well for my examinations. So yeah, my holidays just started today! But somehow, I'm not really contented with the coming of holidays this time. I don't know why, maybe it's because I feel lonely this holiday? Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's start! This morning I woke up at around 6 a.m., trying to finish my Ethics assignment. You see, the due date was actually last week, and I just started a day ago. I can say I'm pretty damn dissapointed in myself, but that's me. So yeah, did my Ethics till 9.45 a.m. and printed it out. Wasn't that bad, just 17 pages. I know I could've done better if I spend more time on it, but that's last minute work for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wai Kit came and pick me up from my house at around 10, and off we went to KBU, to pass up our overdue assignments. It was my first time going to college in surfing shorts, T-shirt and sandals. I must've looked like an idiot. So after that we headed over to See Leong's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After See Leong came in the car, we headed to our destination for the day, the Kuala Lumpur Golf and Country Club. See, See Leong was a member there, so he invited us over for a swim and stuff. So yeah, why not right? It's like, super posh for super rich kids like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh was the area big, classy, big, expensive-looking and did I mention big? I would've never thought that one day, I could come these kinda places as I'm not really born in a financially well off family. But, whoah it was a beautiful club. Too bad I forgotten to bring a camera. I'll promise pictures the next time I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we reached there around 10.30, and went into the pool at around 11. It was so nice, only the 3 of us and 1 giant humungous big pool with amazing scenery around. I wish I could be a part of clubs like these one day. It was just, so so so so relaxing. So we swam around and played around the water for about 1 hour, then we went into the sauna. Please note that we are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; gay, just guy friends. Please do not mistaken this blog for the all famous &lt;a href="http://colinandkero.blogspot.com"&gt;Colin&amp;Kero's Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, enjoyed ourselves in the sauna for about, 20 minutes plus? I couldn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tahan&lt;/span&gt; any longer. It's not that it's hot, it's just really hard to breath in there. Sweat came out of me as if I just ran a 1000 metre race. It felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we took our bath, changed and headed off for lunch. Lunch was at Damansara Utama's Meaty House. Quite reasonable price for the food they give. If anyone wants to know where is it, come and find me. If you like to eat pork chop's that is. I had a set lunch, pork chop rice that comes with a cup of ice lemon tea and it costed me about RM10. Quite reasonable considering the food and place. Much more worth than eating in Secret Recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I came home, took another bath and went to sleep. It felt so nice in the rain, and after the sauna. Sleep was good. Sleep is good. So I slept till around, 7 p.m.? Hahaha yes I know I'm lazy. Well you can't really blame me as holidays just started and I have nothing better to do. Maybe I'll look for a part-time job. Any recommendations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a normal dinner and watched some television, and now here I am, writing an overdue entry into my beloved blog. Nothing much to talk about actually, I thought I would have much more to say. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random thoughts are actually going through my head now, I don't know how I feel. Happy, sad, jealous, angry are just a few of them. I'm so confused. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherlyn Yeak, who is also from City of Clouds, is leaving Malaysia tomorrow. She's migrating to Australia for a better life and environment over there. Take care of yourself over there Cherlyn! I'll surely miss you a lot! Don't forget about me when you see the really hot and cute &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang mo lang&lt;/span&gt;s over there! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about cutting my hair, should I? I mean, I've been receiving comments about my hair being too long, making me look like a girl and I would look better and more decent with short hair. But many too has been telling me that I should keep my hair long as I have a small head and spiky hair doesn't really suit me. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it for this time. Sorry that it had just wasted your precious few minutes of your life reading about my pointless entry. I need a life. If you're going out at anytime, anyone of you, please call me as I'm really really really bored at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Remioromen - Konayuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/ep101pl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/ep101pl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think that is a really nice picture.&lt;br /&gt;Asou Haruto (Nishikido Ryo) &amp;amp; Aya Ikeuchi (Erika Sawajiri)&lt;br /&gt;Erika looks really pretty in this episode (10).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114684087961215562?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114684087961215562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114684087961215562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114684087961215562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114684087961215562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/05/guess-whos-back-back-again.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back? Back again?'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114603455499355867</id><published>2006-04-26T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T15:00:31.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been busy...</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A magazine is better than a newspaper, and on the seashore is better place than a street. At first it is better to run than to walk. Also, you may have to try several times. It takes some skill but it is easy to learn. Even young children can enjoy it. Once successful, complications are minimal. Birds seldom get too close. One needs lots of room. Rain soaks in fast. Too many people doing the same thing can also cause problems. If there are no complications, it can be very peaceful. A rock will serve as an anchor. If things breaks loose from it, however, you will not get a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k6fbWgfwHYc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k6fbWgfwHYc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114603455499355867?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114603455499355867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114603455499355867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114603455499355867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114603455499355867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/04/been-busy.html' title='Been busy...'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114450584273835765</id><published>2006-04-08T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T22:17:22.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KEPALA HOTAK KAU!</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very special and fun day for me. Let me tell you about it. Hahaha I'm laughing just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.00 a.m., my phone SMS tone rang. Me being sleepy and lazy, thought of just ignoring the message and returning to sleep. Covered my head with my pillow and tried to go back to sleep. When the song ended, I felt relieved and went back to LalaLand. Just as I was falling asleep again, the bloody tone played again. I couldn't take it anymore. I dragged myself to the phone and checked the bloody message. Seems it's this random guy who seems to get the wrong number or something. Been getting it sometime for now. So I ignored the message and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later, the tone was ringing again. This time I couldn't take it anymore, turned off the phone, and went back to sleep. Bloody Malay dude. How many times must I tell you, I'm NOT Anishah or whatever/whoever you're looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up an hour later, 10.30 a.m.. Did what I do every morning when I get up, sit on my chair and check my computer. My downloads finished. Went to brush my teeth and washed my face. Then I turned on the show I downloaded, "She's the man", and watched it while lying on my bed. God I'm such a tard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished watching at about 12.20 a.m., not bad of a show if I were to say, but certainly not what I would pay RM 10 to watch in the cinema. Then I just remembered, today I have to go for the Undang 5 hour course, again. I was like, shit, took a quick bath and changed into clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was putting on my contacts, the phone rang already. It was Uncle Fung. He was already outside waiting. So I rushed downstairs, wore my socks and shoes and went off to the car, without breakfast/lunch. Found out that I forgot my copies of my IC, so we stopped by at Sin Yong Seng to get my copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two other people in the car with me, one too taking Undang and the other I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we reached soon after, at the Safety Driving place. It's next to Armada. It was then I noticed, when I dropped my papers, I was wearing a pair of mismatched shoes. My red Iverson shoe on my left and my white sneakers on my right. I was like, "Shit FTW? Why so colourful? I'm such a fucking tard!". This is the first time I did something like this. Damn embarrassing. Ashamed of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there around 1.15 p.m., signed myself up and paid. Went in to the room, sitting, alone. Yes I know I'm a sad bastard. Was trying to hide my shoes with my jeans and hiding one leg. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing starts at 2 p.m.. The lecturer was 5 minutes late, but it was alright I guess. Now came the fun part. He introduced himself as Ali. He was trying to "saiko" everyone of us. He was so funny, it was like I just went for a stand-up comedian show, totally not an Undang lecture. Hahaha. He was like a Malay version of Russell Peters, only teaching Undang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be times he will just suddenly shout out loud, getting attention and all. Funny guy. Made the lecture fun, even when I went there alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boleh semua student saya kira sampai enam? Kalau tak boleh, you bolehlah pergi bunuh diri. Orang Cina, ini dipanggil SOHAI!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha yes, he did shout out SOHAI in the class. Not only once, I think it was about 5 or 6 times he shouted out loud sohai. Really funny the way he said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ini dipanggil pull and push. Tangan kanan ke pukul 12, dan tarik. Tangan kiri janganlah macam 'Aiyer tak mahu bagi!'. KEPALA HOTAK KAU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KEPALA HOTAK KAU", is like his most used slang. And what's more, he says it with enthusiasm and power! Like super loud! Damn funny. If anyone plans to go for Undang, he is who I suggest, at Safety Driving Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing it, 5 hours passed damn fast. To my surprise, I was awake the whole time, listened to him the whole time. Man is he good at giving lectures. Had a plate of nasi lemak during break time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Fung fetched me home, and right after that I went out for dinner at Pangkor Curry Fish Head, Sea Park. Good dinner, as my relatives from Sitiawan came over. Ate till I was freaking full. Well you can't blame me. I DID miss out on breakfast and lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have to wake up early to go give my respects to my late grandmother, dad's side. See, she's now staying at Nirvana Memorial Service, so we didn't did our ChengBeng with her till tomorrow. Not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's about it for today, fun day. Still kinda ashamed about my mismatched shoes, feel like such a retard. Pfft. Hope I can get my license by June, 2006 =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day:&lt;br /&gt;The All-American Rejects - Straightjacket Feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/post-28-1072869052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/post-28-1072869052.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEPALA HOTAK KAU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114450584273835765?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114450584273835765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114450584273835765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114450584273835765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114450584273835765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/04/kepala-hotak-kau.html' title='KEPALA HOTAK KAU!'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114415389407605241</id><published>2006-04-04T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:02:57.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't think of a title...</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee! Haven't been updating for so long! Not that anyone's waiting for an update but I'm so sorry for not being around for you, my dear sweet closet of unspoken words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm gonna tell you a story, about a boy. Yes, if you're wondering, it's me =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing from the last update, I was burning a CD of my current emo-slash-favourite song as my dad was rushing me to the car. Lucky me, the burner suddenly broked down on me, which forced me to bring an old CD that I've burnt. Well, you can't expect me to be listening to the music my parents wanna hear, do you? The old opera shit. Anyways, I simply took a CD of songs and rushed downstairs to the car after turning off my computer, turning off the air-conditioner, taking my wallet and my phone. Left the radio on, on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car was already started, I rushed in barefooted, one hand on my bag, one hand to my shoes and socks. Got in the car, and off we went, to the City of Clouds (Sitiawan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was boring, in the car. There was nothing to do except sing to myself, counting the cars that pass and sleeping. After awhile, we stopped at Kuala Selangor for some dinner before heading all the way. You see, we were hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food in Kuala Selangor was good, and cheap! It was a big restaurant next to the seashore, so we enjoyed our food with the cool sea breeze blowing on us. Anyways, the fried egg/oyster sucked. Bad. It was nothing compared to the one you can get at the City of Clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after dinner, we took our turns to the toilet, and left on the car. After about 1 hour on the ride, I fell asleep. Counting cars works as well as counting sheeps which jump across a fence, if not better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must've gone through a time warp or something because I felt as if I only slept for like 5 minutes, and poof, we were in front of my cousin's house. Turned my hand to get a glimpse of the time, and it was 1.30 a.m.. Wow, we left the house at 8 p.m.. I'll let you do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was already so late, I just rushed to the usual room that we stay at, turned on the air-cond and went to sleep. Dreaming for a better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes opened by itself. The sun was shining through the window. I sat up, looked around, seeing only my brother. To myself I was wondering, "Where the hell are my parents?". Looked at my watch, it was only 8.15 a.m.. 5 missed calls on my phone. I knew I shouldn't had put it to silent mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went downstairs to wash my face and brush my teeth, greeting everyone I see. Everyone was busy doing something. My aunt and uncle were preparing the goods to be burnt, my cousins busy eating their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nasi lemak&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And there I was, looking blur and sleepy, on the way to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cleaning myself up, was treated to some nice, warm, delicious looking hometown food. Ate my breakfast, while still wondering where my parents are. Made a call to them. I found out that they were at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasar&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;buying some goods to respect the dead. Came back with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kampua noodles&lt;/span&gt;, one of my favourite food. Ate it from young till now. You can't get better noodles &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anywhere&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.45 a.m., it was still raining heavily, had a small talk with my cousins about, stuff. After a few minutes, the rain started to subside, and off we went, to the graveyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hot, yet cooling. It was boring, yet fun. The atmosphere was kinda, wet, due to the rain. Open packets of money, clothes, accessories to be burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the goods that are available nowadays to be given to the dead? Man, are the people getting smarter, and more creative. There was practically &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;. From hats and clothes, to shoes and slippers. From gold rolex watches, to beautiful diamond necklaces. Even toothbrushes, facial soap, even SK-II! Even the money looks so colourful and attractive. We're practically burning money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were firecrackers everywhere. One after another. I don't get it, why are they playing with them? I mean, shouldn't Cheng Beng be a sad day? Where you pray and think back about our loved ones who passed away and never got to see them again? And yet they play with firecrackers, which symbolises happy, new, year? Hahaha couldn't think of a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, being the hypocritical guy that I am, I never showed any unhappiness or sadness while burning, in fact me and my cousins were joking about the stuff we're giving to them, burning. Maybe this is how the deceased want us to be when we think about them, happy? I know I sure wouldn't like to see them laughing and all in my funeral, yet I wouldn't want my loved ones to feel sad and cry for me. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, after the funeral thing, we went back to the house, took our bath and off we went. Me being the blur one, thought we were heading home, when my mom just told me, "We're heading to Genting Highlands now". Sigh, and I was looking forward to go home to finish up my HUGE stack of work (yeah right!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by at Bidor for some lunch, food sucked. Bought some snacks to have on the trip. Nothing interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Genting Highlands. Yes, free room again. I'm so damn sick of this place. There's nothing to do. I know every corner of it as I've been here since I was 3. I hate this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had buffet in one of the cafes! Man, was it good! There was like, everything! From Chinese to Malay food, Japanese and even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;capati&lt;/span&gt;s! It's so nice and it's only like, 36 bucks. Damn worth it. I felt as if i was 10 kg heavier after that meal. Woooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in the room the whole time, watching the television. Even though I brought some of my work to do, I was so damn lazy. Just read a li'l on Comp Tech and watched the television till I slept. Was watching some Malay show. Just found out that some malay shows are actually nice, and emo. I almost dropped a tear for that poor guy. Forgotten what the name of the show was though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, on the other hand, went out to play by himself. Lifeless bastard. He came back at 12.30 a.m. and I almost didn't open the door for him. Fortunately for him, I'm a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The following day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8 something. Took a shower and stuff. Got myself ready and went back to sleep while waiting for the others to get up. Lazy bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, went down for breakfast at Restaurant Good Friends. After that we went back into the room, got our bags and headed for the parking lot. Bought a single cone from Baskin Robbins. Cookies 'n Cream. Yum. Cost me 8 bucks but it was worth it, I think. However, everyone of my family took a bite from my tasty, precious, ice cream. Freaking leeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started going downhill as races from Initial-D played through my head. Felt like racing, been awhile since I last raced, Initial-D that is. Drifts were playing through my head as we pass through hairpins and corners. I could just see a car, drifting there. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we're going pass the shoplots. I saw this shop where they're famous for their durian fritters. Then I thought about someone who I owe, some durian fritters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home about an hour plus after, and took a nap. When I woke up, I played a few DotA games, before I remembered about the CT assignment that was due Monday. I was like, SHIT! Rushed it till 2 a.m. that night, felt relieved, and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up 7.45, got myself ready, printed my 30 pages of assignment, and off I went into the car, off to college. First class was at 12.30 today as there is no more CSS class. Hooray! However, it was not all play as I was one of the Student Council committee, and it was Orientation Day. I was in charge of dodgeball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled up and tied about 100 water balloons, which in the end I never got to throw one at all. Went to McDonalds for lunch, Double Fillet-o-Fish. Mmmmmmm... tasty. Went back to college and began preparing the hall for the games. I thought it was a stupid idea, this game thing. But I had no other better ideas to suggest, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, no potiential students this intake. However, there is this girl who looks quite normal, yet her smile attracts my attention. Kinda reminds me of someone's smile. Very cute smile. However, she was surrounded by some of my perverted colleagues. Literally cornered by 4 guys. Being asked for phone number and such. Freaking perverts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And CT assignment's due date was extended to Friday. Damn screwed up. I mean, I stayed up so late to rush the work, and now she tells me the time is extended. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in to Maths class after everything was over. Nothing was learnt as they were all talking about improvements to the college, new intake students, games, and David. I think he was almost crying there, pity I felt for him. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that there was nothing much. Went home, bathed, DotAed, and slept. Dinner was Ramlee's burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late, 8.20 a.m.. Turned out that instead of snoozing my alarm, I turned it off. Kinda rushed my way through my clothes and all. Reached college 10 minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Maths. Learned trigonometry today, my weakest chapter in maths. Kinda fun though. I think we pissed Andy off, as he was quite displeased with us. Sorry Andy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next class was at 3.30 p.m., so we headed over to DJ's new cybercafe to get ourselves some free play. Reached there and luckily there was just nice enough computers for us to use, 8 of us. Played 2 DotA games and went to lunch after that at DJ Kafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had chicken rice, forgotten about bird flu. Chicken rice was not bad, however not that good neither. 1.20 p.m., as there was still time we went back into the cybercafe for some more play. We're so damn lucky to get the computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.30 p.m., Cherlyn still hasn't called me. So I thought she didn't want to. We logged off our computers and headed back to the college. Loitered around the library/computer lab till Chandini came into class. Today we just did what we did last week on mySQL databases. Simple shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wai Kit dropped me off at 7 Eleven for me to walk back home. Thanks! Haven't been walking for awhile. I could feel the leg cramps coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at about 4.30 p.m.. Had 2 DotA games. Shit I think I'm addicted, again. Nevermind, I shall forbid myself from playing more than 3 games starting from today! Hahaha I hope I can keep this promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so here I am, slacking, writing this entry. There are so many times that I wish I had a camera to take pictures so I could show them to you. Sigh, if only I had a digital camera to myself, this blog wouldn't look so... texty. I wouldn't mind if anyone would want to sponsor me a digital camera, or a megapixeled camera phone should work as well. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this entry is long, longest one I've ever written. Hahaha I guess I just felt like talking to someone, but there's no one for me to talk to, except you, my beloved diary. Until next time, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.:- I need some people to take Undang with me. Please call me or something if you're interested. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pan - Mungkin Nanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/Minesweepers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/Minesweepers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this in my folders just now. Was bored la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114415389407605241?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114415389407605241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114415389407605241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114415389407605241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114415389407605241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/04/cant-think-of-title.html' title='Can&apos;t think of a title...'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114380575997292213</id><published>2006-03-31T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T19:49:19.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiyo...</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving for hometown in, half an hour? Sigh and I have so much work to do. I'm so dead. Miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114380575997292213?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114380575997292213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114380575997292213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114380575997292213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114380575997292213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/03/aiyo.html' title='Aiyo...'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114371802730409183</id><published>2006-03-30T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T19:27:07.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far so good...</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray! No more CSS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;! Hahaha one heavy burden off my chest man. I feel 400 kg lighter. Today was the last class for CSS! Woohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off normally, Mandeep started lecturing one something, and today it was about essay writing. Kinda useful too I think, maybe I'll apply it, sometime later. He then boasts about finish giving marks to us since the class has already ended, and asked those interested to look for him to check our marks. He also leaked that only 12 students out of 30 got As. This has scared me even more. When I asked whether I was one of the 12, he said he couldn't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one big group of at least 15 people, we walked. Destination, lecturer's office. I walked into the lecturers' room feeling scared. We were to wait at the table and go one by one to check our marks. As my turn arrived, I walked there slowly, being afraid I would've done badly. As I looked into the computer screen, searched for my name, Nelson Wong Chai Kang, my hands trembled. When I found my name, and directed my finger to the marks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73.1! MUAHAHHAHA I got the A! Kinda dissapointed at first though, I thought I'd get about 80 or something considering the effort that I put in (yeah right!). But all in all, kinda satisfied that I got an A. I'm one step closer to getting that scholarship! 1 down, 11 to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then we went to the library discussion room for a li'l chit chat and finished off our Matlab homework. Next destination was to Centrepoint for lunch! Had chicken rice, and was kinda dissapointed. They just don't sell chicken rice like they used to, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed as See Leong drove home, being tailgated by Wai Kit. See, See Leong doesn't have a license, so he kinda 'borrowed' the car without permission, so yeah you can guess the rest. His driving is not that bad, but kinda afraid as sometimes his turnings are quite, dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CT was our next class, in the Software Programming Lab. Learned a li'l more about mySQL. Kinda fun! Now I can create databases and stuff. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethics was our final class. Thank god he extended the assignment due date, as I wasn't really satisfied with my work. Now I get to rework it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, feeling kinda relaxed. Now I only have to finish 2 Physics tutorial questions and I'm scott free, for the week that is. Hahah still have another 800 maths questions, CT assignment and Ethics, but they're not needed till next week! I know I should really start on them right now, but I'm SO lazy! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We-ell that is how my day went on. How was yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tree Friends tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless fact of the day:&lt;br /&gt;The longest word you can type with one hand on the keyboard is 'stewardesses'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/11209354030643ak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/11209354030643ak.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL DESKTOP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114371802730409183?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114371802730409183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114371802730409183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114371802730409183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114371802730409183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-far-so-good.html' title='So far so good...'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114353661505634515</id><published>2006-03-28T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T17:03:35.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on Nelson's life...</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Phase test is postponed a week later.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Mr Kuka didn't come for Ethics class today.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Learned mysQl today in CT.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Going back to Sitiawan (aka City of Clouds). I'm  coming back with 3 extra kilograms.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Bad news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Two assignments due this week, which I haven't start at all!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Just received 1000 questions from Andy to pass up by next week. Fucked up.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Going back to hometown, no time for homework.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;It's so freaking hot.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; That's about it. Going to start on my work now. Wish me good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day:&lt;br /&gt;The Used - Cut Up Angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless fact of the day:&lt;br /&gt;If you multiply 111,111,111 by 111,111,111, you get 12,345,678,987,654,321.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/addmaths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/addmaths.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this doesn't happen to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114353661505634515?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114353661505634515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114353661505634515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114353661505634515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114353661505634515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/03/updates-on-nelsons-life.html' title='Updates on Nelson&apos;s life...'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114325637810143559</id><published>2006-03-25T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T11:12:58.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry for not updating for such a long long time! It was such an emo week, so I didn't really feel like updating. But I'm better now, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week was like hell. Assignments here and there, last minute presentations, thank God I survived, barely. Received many assignments due next week, and I haven't started anything yet. Hahaha I'm such a procrastinator. Same goes with the assignments past, even when I had the time to do it, I just didn't feel like it. Instead I was watching Happy Tree Friends. Good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm let's see, checklist for next week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Mathematics Phase Test (Face test?)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ethics assignment (Essays, essays and more essays)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Physics tutorials (Fun stuff!)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Comp Tech assignments (Reports, sigh)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Basically almost every subject that I have is expecting something out of me next week. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really be doing my work now, but I'm SO lazy. Can someone else do it for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a really weird dream, one of my closest friend turned on me. Wasn't a pretty sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really REALLy need to foos some foos. Haven't been playing since last week. Either that or I need to get out. I'm really dead and going to rot soon. Help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog about anyways, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Sugarcult - Memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless fact of the day:&lt;br /&gt;I have made a vow never ever to let myself get sad again, either by myself or others. In result of failing to follow this vow, I shall punish myself by being sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/TFood612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/TFood612.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudden craving for some really tasty cakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114325637810143559?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114325637810143559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114325637810143559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114325637810143559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114325637810143559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/03/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114277367292045170</id><published>2006-03-19T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T21:07:52.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><content type='html'>What the hell? My guitar string just broke on me. The high E. I was just playing and suddenly "pok!". Sigh, this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114277367292045170?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114277367292045170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114277367292045170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114277367292045170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114277367292045170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/03/sigh.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114275225992495042</id><published>2006-03-19T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T17:32:25.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foosball!</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a sinful day for me. I did many stupid things, causing many sinful stuff and made some people uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off like this. I wanted to go for dinner as the family was going for some buffet and I wasn't interested. So I told Ken, and he suggested we go William's for dinner and Riley's for some foos. And being the smart ass that I am, not knowing Ken was being sarcastic, I went and call Mei Ling. I thought everything would be okay. Gosh was that a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we headed off, me, Ken, Mei Ling, Cal and Tsong to William's for dinner/supper/drink. Had Nasi Goreng Pattaya which took almost forever to come. Jon joined us out of no where, scaring me off my plate of fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seemed a little hurried, as all the others were finishing their food fast in order to foos some foos. So I finished my meal, paid for it, and off we went to Riley's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was above this chinese kopitiam. As we walked up the stairs, smoke could be smelled. I thought, "Shit, maybe I shouldn't have called her along".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being the smart ass that I always am, I was playing foosball so freely, not caring about how she felt and stuff. I am stupid. Played a few games, felt bad about what I was doing. So yeah, sigh. I never felt so bad for such a long time. Maybe I should get a brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Mei Ling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, woke up at 8, thanks to my alarm which I forgot to turn off. So while I was up, did some of my work, finished most of it, and then I slacked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken was like, "I have no lunch, let's go!" Hahaha see how desperate we are? So he called up Tsong and off we went. Jinn and Isa were to join us but they were too tired from Tiesto last night. I so wanted to go, but I'm so broked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, we were talking about nonsense again, and how sinful I was yesterday. Then we planned to go for lunch, and took a wrong turning, thanks to me, and we ended at Mosin. HAHAHAH get it? Mosin = More sin. Maybe it's a sign, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Maggi Goreng, and woosh we went up to Riley's again. Played some play, foosed some foos, and owned goal some own goal. Hahaha I admit, I suck at foosball. At least I'm trying to learn. Need a lot more practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as we were about to go, Xiang and Kelvin came, so we finished off the one game. Gosh are they good, I feel so inferior and useless. Tsong had to go for Handball so we went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ken, for being my driver for two days in a row. I think I'm addicted to foosball. Sorry again Mei Ling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Nickelback - Far Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless fact of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Never, ever bring a girl to a place where you think isn't safe. She might say it's okay, but it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/you-not-funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/you-not-funny.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114275225992495042?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114275225992495042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114275225992495042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114275225992495042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114275225992495042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/03/foosball.html' title='Foosball!'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114240662884058714</id><published>2006-03-15T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:10:28.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No comment...</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I haven't been updating for a very long time, and I don't think I'll be updating anytime soon. Emo days everyday, come and pass, one awaiting another. Moodless to talk about it, anyways cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the emo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something Corporate - Konstantine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114240662884058714?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114240662884058714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114240662884058714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114240662884058714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114240662884058714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-comment.html' title='No comment...'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114217514292163765</id><published>2006-03-12T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:57:53.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG Girl in white!!</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; day! Had an outing at One Utama today, which many things happened. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was picked up by Kai Xian in his Wira with Jin, Tsong and Gary in it. It was raining as I ran out to his car. So yeah, I got wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached One Utama, there seem to be no parking space at all. So we went in to the preferred parking area where we are to pay an extra fee to get places. Oh well, parked and got out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop was the cinema. While the others were lining up to buy movie tickets, I went over to the arcade. Played an Initial-D game. Man am I rusty, I even lost to a bloody kid. Shit. But it was fun, as I had never played for quite awhile. Played a li'l dancing here and there. Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went pooling and foosing at the bowling alley. Man there was this super duper &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAVA HOT chick&lt;/span&gt; there! EESSSH! She had the face of a model and a body of an angel. Her body was so proportionate, plus a freaking firm, tight, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sexy ass&lt;/span&gt;. OMG just thinking of her makes me drool. I was so tempted to just go over, but she was with a group of guys so, yeah. Man I can't get her off my head, she is just SO HOT. She was wearing a white top and bottom, showing off her sexy, sexy sexy body. ARGH EVIL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie for the day, 49 days. Supposed to be a horror movie. Turns out that Tsong couldn't watch the movie together as he had a dinner appointment, leaving us with one extra ticket. After trying an hour looking for a replacement ticket holder, Ming finally agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into the cinema. The show was okay, but not really a horror movie as I expected. Very very mild horror only. It was so mild that it was even funny. See Ting, told you that you should've joined us. We were making jokes throughout the movie, laughing at everything we could make fun of. Everything from cowboy to DotA(WTF?). Hahaha long time since I had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by at some convention in the new wing, with something going on like F1 racing or something. Played this racing game twice, and yes, I lost. Took a picture with one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; girl working there who helped me in and out of the seat. *drools* Seriously, I regret getting into KBU. I hope more girls would join this coming semester. Will post the picture up when I get it from Kai Xian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at Italiannis, and I had only like RM 13.10 in my wallet. I think I owe some of the guys money. There were so many talking topics among us, so fun! There's even this story I heard of, where someone's house invaded by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some people&lt;/span&gt; and the room was used as a hotel, for fucking. Yes, literally. I'm not pointing fingers and saying names, so don't bother asking. Pretty messed up if you ask me, that's just stupid. Why can't you just fuck somewhere else like your own house? Is it much more fun doing it at someone's house, and leaving a freaking stain? Play safe man, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;use rubber&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's also a birthday of a friend of mine, Yuen Yen. Happy birthday Yuen Yen! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sent home by Kai Xian, thanks for the ride man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Sir Mix-A-Lot - Baby Got Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless fact of the day:&lt;br /&gt;I'm turned on by hot chicks with hot asses. Yes, I get high. Sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/perfectass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/perfectass.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE 'perfect' ass&lt;/span&gt;. The one I saw today was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALMOST&lt;/span&gt; as nice as this. Yes, drool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114217514292163765?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114217514292163765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114217514292163765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114217514292163765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114217514292163765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/03/omg-girl-in-white.html' title='OMG Girl in white!!'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114209445518760590</id><published>2006-03-11T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T00:27:35.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun day...</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basketball game against the national youth team was cancelled. I was informed via SMS while I was sleeping, I couldn't care less. Sigh, all that excitement for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual CC group was at it again, planning another outing for tonight, including Edwin, Tong, Ken, Agu, Ming and June Liang. I declined the offer as I already went last night, and I didn't feel like playing today. Wanted to spend more time with my family =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dinner was at Kayu Nasi Kandar. Man is the food there good. All was great. I had one and a half plate of Maggi Goreng and 2 pieces of Roti kosong '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;segi empat&lt;/span&gt;'. I'm telling you man, there &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; a square roti and it's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a call from Chee Seng. Seems there's another mamak session at Williams. So they (Marc &amp; Chee Seng) came by and picked me up from Kayu to Williams. One mamak to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khong was already there at the venue. To our surprise, the CC group decided to crash there after their game too. So there was like, 8 of us at Williams enjoying good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame jokes were cracked up as we talked about our lives in college and all the weird college people, no offense intended. Gosh we were so high it's as if we were smoking apple or something. WHAHWHEHHAHEHWHAH one day we try okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life with were great. Reminds me of the good ol' days in SMDU. I miss 'em so much. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results will be out on Monday, the suspense is building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great day spent with my friends. I love you, in a friendly kind of way. =)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Ken for the ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/malaysia%20drown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/malaysia%20drown.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, hello. I no english"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless fact of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the lighter was invented &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before &lt;/span&gt;the matchstick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Nickelback - Far Away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114209445518760590?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114209445518760590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114209445518760590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114209445518760590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114209445518760590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/03/fun-day.html' title='Fun day...'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114203855805278260</id><published>2006-03-11T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T09:03:50.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official, I'm stupid!</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up 7.00 a.m. today, forcing myself off my bed, albeit I so hoped that I could continue the wonderful dream. In my head I was thinking of getting there early, so that I would not be left out. Got ready and all, called mom up, made breakfast, and off I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, 8.30 p.m., in the college, alone. I thought like, "What the hell?" So I called Marcus (sorry for waking you up!), and he said it was at night. I was like, shit. I just wasted a whole lot of sleeping time and petrol. MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, it's official, I'm a Malaysian idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114203855805278260?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114203855805278260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114203855805278260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114203855805278260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114203855805278260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-official-im-stupid.html' title='It&apos;s official, I&apos;m stupid!'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114199330075875663</id><published>2006-03-10T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:21:40.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless rants...</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been updating in awhile. Was busy, and had no mood to write. Something came up. And, yeah I just lost the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week had been hectic, too many things to catch up on. Assignments, assignments, presentations, assignments again. Sigh it sucks. There's like, 3 assignments due next 2 weeks and I haven't gotten my ass off the comfort zone to start doing it. I'm pretty much screwed. College life sucks. I wish I'm not that useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Physics test today, quite simple actually. Guess I worried too much for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamming session right after college. Quite waste of time again. Thanks to the not-so-good guitar player, me. There are so many songs that I don't know how to play. Maybe I should practice more. Or maybe I should just quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; wanna play Only One by Yellowcard. But, I guess I'm just not good enough to do it. ARGH there're so many goals I wanna reach now. Like a chicken trying to fly. I'm supposed to be able to fly, but for some god damn reason, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results are to be out on Monday, scary scary. I hope I did well. I just want 8As. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY 8&lt;/span&gt;! I hope that's not too much to ask for, is it? Argh I regret now that I haven't been studying enough for SPM. I wish I could turn back time. If only I could, things wouldn't have turn out the way it is now. I miss the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the days when I was carefree, pain free and had people around who actually cared for me, who actually had been there for me when I needed them the most. But it's okay, now that I have you, dear blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be our first KBU basketball team friendly match. Opponents? The National Youth Team. This sucks. I know there's about 0.0687465438% chance that I can actually play, but I don't care, I'm just going for the experience. I have to be at the college at 7.30 a.m.. I hope I can wake up. Maybe I shouldn't own tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bullshit. I'm actually supposed to write to you at least 3 times every week, and there I was, just slacking, ignoring you. I don't expect anyone to read this, I don't even know what the hell is on it. I'm just updating for the sake of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; new year resolution. If anyone is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; reading this, I suggest you stop at this instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think life is just a game. Like the Sims, you know. Where someone bigger out there is actually playing me, making my life super miserable and laughing his ass off at me. I bet that's how the Sims character felt when I purposely set the house on fire. It's ironic ain't it? I have fun doing it, yet I hate it when others do it. I'm such a hyprocritical person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very emo this week and I don't know why. Maybe it's just my monthly ritual thingy. Like the girls have PMS, I have PMS too. Like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;ain in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;s. Gosh that was lame. What is becoming of me? Have I been fucked up in the ass? No, if you were wondering. I'm just fucking emo. Sometimes I just feel so, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom King/Queen Nomination was held this week, Thursday. I so wished that I had a camera with me that time or something so I could've shown you something that just wasn't, right. Gosh were the nominees bad, I had no chance but to laugh at the idiots, or maybe I was just laughing at myself. I'm hopeless, I'm... Nelson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't have taken off that emo pic, as that's how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finch - Letters To You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved this song, and now the love has return. Nostalgism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless fact of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4779&lt;/span&gt; people in Malaysia to be reported to have straight-As for SP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/P1250142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/P1250142.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so like him, or her. Stuck in a cage, with other people laughing how miserable I look. If you laughed, or even smiled at this picture, you're sadistic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114199330075875663?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114199330075875663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114199330075875663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114199330075875663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114199330075875663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/03/useless-rants.html' title='Useless rants...'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114155524981783077</id><published>2006-03-05T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:40:49.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm useless..</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was quite an okay day. Woke up in the afternoon and went for lunch. Came back and went jamming with Cheez, Edwin and my new friend, Ke Yang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akarkarya from 3-5. Some of the songs played were Blind, Memory, and Hanging By a Moment. Wasted a lot of time compared to the last time we went cause, we didn't know what to play. We were so disorganised and unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke Yang plays the guitar so well, it made me scared just looking at him play. He is my new inspiration to improve on my guitaring. Like seriously, I suck at the guitar. Oh well, have to get prepared for the next time =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Kalifah for some chit-chat and yam cha. We were talking and I came to know Ke Yang a li'l more. He was complaining about Phantom Lancer having no good items to use. He said he never killed anyone with Phantom Lancer before. For those who are blur, it's about DotA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I saw my chance over there, and I replied, "I've come to a conclusion, that you're a noob". Then he returns my call with a "Fuck you!". Hahah that's when I knew I just a made a new close friend. =) Oh well, lotsa assingments to do. Better start doing. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yellowcard - Only One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless fact of the day :&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that, the only 15 letter word which can be spelled without repeating any alphabet is "uncopyrightable".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/P1230083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/P1230083.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pig race!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114155524981783077?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114155524981783077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114155524981783077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114155524981783077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114155524981783077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-useless.html' title='I&apos;m useless..'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114149004375878557</id><published>2006-03-05T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T04:41:53.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless items &amp; paradoxes</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't been talking to you lately! Just been a little busy thanks to the bunch load of assignments and the upcoming tests and lotsa bullshit that kept me away from you. I missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on Friday, in Ethics class, Marc and I had a li'l talk amongst ourselves, about useless items, facts and paradoxes. These are a few of what came from our discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Useless items!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Solar powered torchlight (This began everything!)&lt;br /&gt;- Electrical powered turbine to create, electric power?&lt;br /&gt;- Wind powered fan&lt;br /&gt;- Turbine powered river?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Useless facts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The longest word you can type with only the top part of your keys on the keyboard is 'typewriter'&lt;br /&gt;- A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;- A female praying mantis cuts off the male's head in order to perform sex?&lt;br /&gt;- 100% of non-smokers die (Gee I wonder why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paradoxes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Constant change&lt;br /&gt;- Incredibly pathetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many more! But I just couldn't remember them. Sigh, then we told each other lame jokes here and there. It was so fun! Reminds me of the days back in SMKDU. Sigh, I miss my friends. If you're reading this, I'm probably missing you. I heart you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, SPM results will be out on the 13th March! I'm so excited yet scared. I can do nothing now but hope for the best. To all 5 Kempas students 2005, there will be a reunion breakfast on the morning of the result day. Meet in front of the school gate by 9.00 a.m.. For more information, call me. Non-Kempas people are also invited if you want to =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for this entry I guess. Until next time! See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yellowcard - Only One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still are my only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless fact of the day :  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase above has every letter in the alphabet. Bet you didn't know that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/Scaffolding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/Scaffolding.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is it but this picture just amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114149004375878557?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114149004375878557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114149004375878557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114149004375878557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114149004375878557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/03/useless-items-paradoxes.html' title='Useless items &amp; paradoxes'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114121157416804134</id><published>2006-03-01T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T19:13:41.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my only one...</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was partially fun, and I'm gonna have fun blogging about it =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started normally. The alarm rang, snoozed, rang again, snoozed again, rang again, snoozed again, all the way till 8 a.m.. Typical me =). Finally got up and got ready to go. Printed the few pages of the assignments I stayed up to do last night. Was really really tired. We played basketball last night at DU court, and I had to finish up the unfinished work when I came back. So I was half asleep all the way while doing my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was already waiting in the car. Quickly rushed out into the car and on the way. Today we left early. 15 minutes earlier compared to usual time. Amazingness. Was kinda glad as I walked into the class. Then I saw it, Julianti and Yessy. They were holding their assignment papers. Then I thought to myself, "Shit, did I put it in my bag?". I stoned there for a minute, literallly! Then I went, "OH SHIT!". The paper was due today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly called mom and she had to came back to pick me up back home to get my assignment paper. Was kinda "lectured" on the way, as usual. Mom went, "See la! Early don't want do but wanna do in the morning! Now forgot to take! Waste my time and petrol! Didn't you know petrol went up by 30 cents already?!". Bla bla bla. Sorry mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I reached home, got my assignment papers(left at the table next to the printer) and rushed back into the car. I reached back into class, 30 minutes late. Sigh, so much for being early for once. It was Physics. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class ended, the few of us went to Centrepoint Banana Leaf. Had our lunch there and took a walk in Centrepoint, nothing much. Went back to college and went straight into the E Info Lab. It was CSS class with Mr Mandeep. This time, the assignment is about reading. I never knew reading the title could give such an impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe it? Try to read the following passage and write a title that summarizes its main idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A magazine is better than a newspaper, and on the seashore is better place than a street. At first it is better to run than to walk. Also, you may have to try several times. It takes some skill but it is easy to learn. Even young children can enjoy it. Once successful, complications are minimal. Birds seldom get too close. One needs lots of room. Rain soaks in fast. Too many people doing the same thing can also cause problems. If there are no complications, it can be very peaceful. A rock will serve as an anchor. If things breaks loose from it, however, you will not get a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it! Muahahah! Try posting your answers on the shoutout box or something. The answer will be given tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a CSS report on reading due tomorrow. Oh well, I'm going to do it later. One advantage of having a blog, it reminds you of homework, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class ended at 2? I had to wait till 5.30 p.m. for basketball practice. So there I was, staying in the computer lab, being online, being bored. Thanks to some of my friends who keep me accompanied throughout the rough time I had to go through. Lab was closed at 4.30 p.m.. Sigh, so on I went wandering around the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into the hall, the badminton competitions were on. Cool. Watched some of the seniors and same years played. Man do I suck at badminton. I wish I could only play half as well as them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the basketball court at 5.30 p.m.. I was the first to be there(other than the coach and Jing). As usual, Malaysian timing, pfft. We were calling each other Bobs. Remember that, Kiwi? Hey Bob! Yeah Bob? MUAHAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about our new coach, he looks like Yoda! Hahaha seriously! He has the wrinkly face and all. I had doubts about him being able to play basketball. He proved me wrong. Wrong I was. Good at basketball he is. Looks like Master Yoda he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more people came as time passed on. I didn't know there were these many people who play basketball in KBU. Met Kok Yau, a senior of mine, doing Year one in E&amp;C. Nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started of with full court lay-ups. Then went on to ball handling warm-up? Then we went back to lay-ups again. It started to drizzle. It looked like it was going to be a heavy rain. So me and Marc started running before things turn out to be ugly, wet. Thanks Marc, for the ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, typing the blog here now after I took my bath. Fun day it was. How was yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yellowcard - Only One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/PC210026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/PC210026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is so nostalgic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114121157416804134?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114121157416804134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114121157416804134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114121157416804134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114121157416804134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-are-my-only-one.html' title='You are my only one...'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114112144152416026</id><published>2006-02-28T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T18:10:41.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot boring day...</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew today was a pretty hot day, literally. The heat here in Malaysia is one of the many cons of staying here in Malaysia. Oh well, I guess there are many pros too, such as piracy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today. Went to class on time. It was Maths quiz. I kinda regretted not reading up the paper he gave us. I know I could've scored better. Oh well, it doesn't really matter since it's not counted in any way. But I sure do hope I would study for the next upcoming test. Remind me, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethics class with Mr Kukanesan was cancelled. Great. Another 5 hours to kill. This time, we went out. Destination, Netmaster, DJ. There were 2 games of 3 on 4. Lost 1 and won 1. Quite happy that I won. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Ethics in the E Info Lab. I was more or less just walking here and there, talking to people here and there and poom, an hour and a half was wasted. We went to shoot some hoops after class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man was it hot in the court. We played for awhile then mom came and I went home. Took a bath. Thank god the water's back to normal. If not I wouldn't know what to do with my amazing body odour and sweat. And now here I am, typing this entry. Nothing else to say. Just bored. So, how was your day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yellowcard - Only One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/PC220085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/PC220085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken on my trip to Bangok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114112144152416026?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114112144152416026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114112144152416026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114112144152416026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114112144152416026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/02/hot-boring-day.html' title='Hot boring day...'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114105922793087870</id><published>2006-02-28T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T01:02:32.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelly water...</title><content type='html'>I woke up from my deep slumber, checked messages on my MSN, and headed to the toilet to pee. Felt relieved releasing the load of pee. Went to wash my hands. Turned on the tap, twisted back to close the current. Then I smelled something BAD, literally. I smelled my hands and OH MY GOD THEY SMELL LIKE SHIT. Took my deo spray and sprayed on my whole hand which had contact with the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, what is up with the water? It smells like shit+papaya+dead body. What the shit is up with Malaysia nowadays? First bird flu, petrol price increase and now this, water pollution. Below is a report regarding the matter, in BM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Kuala Lumpur – Syarikat Bekalan Air Selangor Sdn Bhd (SYABAS) ingin membuat penjelasan mengenai aduan orang ramai berhubung masalah air berbau di beberapa kawasan di Selangor dan Kuala Lumpur sejak pagi 26 Februari 2006. Kawasan-kawasan yang terlibat adalah Kuala Lumpur, Gombak, Petaling Jaya, Klang/ Shah Alam, Kuala Selangor, Hulu Selangor dan Kuala Langat yang memperolehi sumber air dari Sungai Selangor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pihak SYABAS amat menghargai aduan yang dikemukakan oleh para pengguna mengenai masalah tersebut, di mana SYABAS telah sedia maklum dan telah pun mengambil tindakan yang sewajarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk makluman para pengguna, kejadian air berbau ini disebabkan oleh peningkatan mendadak kandungan amonia dalam sumber air mentah dari Sungai Selangor untuk tempoh lebih kurang 24 jam sejak awal pagi 25 Februari 2006. Ianya disebabkan oleh limpahan air daripada tebatan Sungai dan kolam-kolam yang mengandungi air kotor yang masuk ke dalam Sungai Selangor, berikutan hujan lebat yang berlaku sejak kebelakangan ini. Keadaan ini melibatkan ketiga-tiga Loji di Sungai Selangor Fasa 1 dan 3 yang diuruskan oleh Syarikat Pengeluar Air Sg. Selangor Sdn Bhd (SPLASH) dan Fasa 2 yang diuruskan oleh Puncak Niaga (M) Sdn Bhd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tindakan awal yang diambil oleh pihak operator loji pembersihan air ialah dengan menambah kandungan klorin bagi mengurangkan kadar amonia dalam air mentah tersebut di mana tindakbalas kimia telah menyebabkan bekalan air mentah mengeluarkan bau seperti yang dialami oleh para pengguna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pihak SYABAS telah memaklumkan tentang pencemaran air mentah tersebut kepada Kerajaan Negeri, memandangkan pembekalan sumber air mentah adalah di bawah bidang kuasa Kerajaan Negeri Selangor. Pihak SYABAS memohon agar Kerajaan Negeri menjalankan kajian terperinci serta memantau keadaan di sekitar Sungai Selangor dan mengenalpasti punca yang mengakibatkan amonia meningkat secara mendadak akibat dari peningkatan paras air sungai apabila berlaku hujan lebat sejak kebelakangan ini, dengan kadar segera agar keadaan yang sama tidak akan berulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berdasarkan ujian-ujian yang telah dijalankan sebelum ini mendapati, kualiti air mentah telah tidak mematuhi piawaian di mana ia masih berada di tahap yang tinggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaubagaimanapun, bagi kejadian terbaru ini, para pengguna dinasihatkan agar tidak perlu bimbang kerana berdasarkan pemantauan yang dibuat terhadap kualiti air yang dirawat dan dibekalkan kepada pengguna, ianya didapati selamat untuk digunakan dan tiada sebarang pelanggaran mengikut piawaian yang ditetapkan oleh Kementerian Kesihatan Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pemantauan seterusnya oleh SYABAS telah menunjukkan paras amonia dari sumber air tersebut telah kembali kepada tahap yang biasa dan dijangkakan masalah ini akan pulih seperti sediakala dalam tempoh 1 atau 2 hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi para pengguna yang mengalami sebarang masalah berkaitan bekalan air adalah dinasihatkan untuk menghubungi Pusat Perkhidmatan Pelanggan 24 jam SYABAS (PUSPEL) di talian bebas tol 1800-88-5252, atau menggunakan khidmat pesanan ringkas (SMS), atau email di alamat, puspel@syabas.com.my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IR. LEE MIANG KOI&lt;br /&gt;Ketua Pegawai Operasi SYABAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumber Berita Dari : SHIMA, EKSEKUTIF PERHUBUNGAN MEDIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, they blame the smell on overdosage of chlorine and ammonia into the water. What the fuck? Don't they have to be responsible about that? And yet they say the water is safe to drink? What the fuck is up with that? Do you actually expect us, the citizens to drink water that smells like shit? Did you fuck up with your mind and bought New Water from Singapore instead? Get a fucking brain. Fuck this water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine how the Limau Ais served in mamaks would smell like? Hint, they use tap water for that drink. Just imagine, Sunway Lagoon, I bet you could smell it from Taylor's College. How about people who need to brush their teeth, wash their face, take a bath? They'd come out smelling like a fucking corpse. How'd they go to work? How about those who eat Maggi Mee? Would it be like, Maggi Shit flavour? What the FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than half the population now in Klang Valley smell shit, eat shit, drink shit, wash with shit, bath with shit, gargle with shit. This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boleh&lt;/span&gt; Land! The laughing stock of the entire world! And some people were teasing Singaporeans for drinking New Water? Hahaha, Singaporeans, come see come see, Malaysians drink shit-water. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tell that to the foreign visitors, the thousands of students from China, Indonesia, Middle East and businessmen from other countries, who suffer the humiliation of eating and drinking the same shitwater with fellow Malaysians and then see faces on TV saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an Act of GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other countries there would've been a state of emergency and the water supplies cut off until it is back to normal, regardless if someone said it is safe for consumption or not. Supplying water that smells like shit and asking consumers to pay for it? It is simply not done. Not anywhere in the world. Fuck you, shit-water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for overusage of foul languages, it's just that I'm so pissed off with the smell of the water it's messing with my head. Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/newwater22jl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/newwater22jl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/newwater10kc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/newwater10kc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114105922793087870?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114105922793087870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114105922793087870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114105922793087870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114105922793087870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/02/smelly-water.html' title='Smelly water...'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114104271790936455</id><published>2006-02-27T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T20:18:37.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad omen?</title><content type='html'>There I was, happily savouring my delicious dinner, prepared by my mom. It was A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BC soup&lt;/span&gt;(soup with vegetables, tomatoes, potatoes, etc.) and fish. No chicken as the chicken flu was on the loose. The food was tasty as usual, typical mom-cooked food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking a piece of fish for myself when suddenly, the unimaginable happened. One of the chopsticks that I was using, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;broke&lt;/span&gt; into 3 pieces. I kinda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stoned&lt;/span&gt; there staring at it for a few seconds. Thinking of any possible answers to explain the incident. I was thinking, "Hmm... It seems that the extra pumps that I do everynight are showing their effect, giving me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super human strength!&lt;/span&gt;", "Wait, maybe I'm turning to the next &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superman&lt;/span&gt;" and "No, I don't see any spinach there in the soup". I was like, "Hah! It broke". Mind you these are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; chopsticks that my mom bought since new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first chopstick that I broke since I was born. When I was busy amazed by my own superhuman strength, my dad was thinking that it's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad omen&lt;/span&gt;. My dad was telling me to go put some sticks on the praying thing after I had finished with my dinner. Obviously, he was quite superstitious and thought that this is a bad sign. Me on the other hand, whom does not have much believes in ghost and gods, thought nothing about it, but thought of praying just to ease dad's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took another chopstick and continued eating. Almost finishing my dinner, the unimaginable happened again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANOTHER one&lt;/span&gt; of my chopsticks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;broke&lt;/span&gt;, and this time into two pieces. Things got freaky and I was quite scared. Maybe it really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a bad omen. Maybe something bad was about to happen and unleash on poor li'l o' me? Or even worse, my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loved ones&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take a picture of the broken chopsticks but as I brought my camera in, my dad was like, scolding me, questioning why I would want to take bad luck into a picture? To save the bad luck for further use? Then I just kept quiet and kept the camera, just to please my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after finishing my dinner, I straight went to put some joss sticks on to the bowl thingy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;selamba-ly&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You know, just to ease my dad's conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;, this incident is if you ask me. Two chopsticks breaking in one meal? What are the odds? Am I really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; strong? If anything bad happened to you, please tell me about it. Maybe the bad omen was about you? Or maybe we're not alone in the face of the earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*X-Files soundtrack playing in the background*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114104271790936455?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114104271790936455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114104271790936455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114104271790936455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114104271790936455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/02/bad-omen.html' title='Bad omen?'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114104057380712868</id><published>2006-02-27T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T19:42:53.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Psychology #1</title><content type='html'>So here's the situation. A woman has a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;close &lt;/span&gt;male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strictly&lt;/span&gt; as a friend. This always starts out with, you're a great guy, but I don't like you in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we're going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn't work out, we'll hire somebody else, but still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; you. In fact, we will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone else encountered such a dissapointing situation? It seriously &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rocks&lt;/span&gt;. It's great to feel dead and all thanks to that special someone. What's up with the human mind anyways? Why does everything has to turn out in such a disordered, order? Sometimes I just wish that I could read minds, then I would understand everyone and what they're thinking about. That way, I could read up to someone's painful, joyful, embarassing backgrounds and laugh about it. I also don't have to ponder around for and answer when I could just read through their mind inside out. Man that would be awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114104057380712868?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114104057380712868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114104057380712868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114104057380712868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114104057380712868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/02/girl-psychology-1.html' title='Girl Psychology #1'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114104000055643078</id><published>2006-02-27T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T19:33:20.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another boring ole' day...</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just another ordinary day, with nothing special. I just wanted to tell you about because I feel like it. You can just pretend to listen to me if you don't want to hear my grumbling and rants. It's okay, I'll just take it as another talk with Mr. Wall. Embrace yourself for another boring rant from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prisoner of loneliness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as usual, woke up at 7.30 p.m. and got ready for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; waste of time in my life. Today I reached on time, just 3 minutes late into class. Big improvement, proud of myself =). It was CSS with Mr Mandeep as the first class of the day. Today we did grammar practices again. Boring ol' grammar which was just a li'l higher standard compared to usual secondary school work. Got 12/15 only, pretty dissapointed at my score. Have to improve on my English, has been deteriorating ever since I came to KBU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class finished at roughly 10.00 a.m.. Just one hour. Today there isn't Physics lab, so next class was at 3 p.m.. Great. I just have another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 hours to kill&lt;/span&gt;. Well, wasted no time and went straight into the library to finish up my Physics assignment. Yes you heard me right, the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LIBRARY&lt;/span&gt;. Just found out that I did everything wrongly. Especially the unit for weight which was supposed to be in Newtons, where I idiotically put in kg. Stupid I am. I miss Mr Lee. Thinking of looking for him on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; March 13th&lt;/span&gt;, thanking him for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A1 in Physics&lt;/span&gt;(I hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me about 2 hours flat to finish my report completely, from the titles, objectives all the way to the conclusion. Wrote a lot of crap as this is my first time doing a report for Physics, in english. Hope I did it correctly and my bullshit is acceptable for marks. Then me and Marcus decided to pass up our work into the mailbox before heading for lunch. This was my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; time this year finishing an assignment and passing up before due date. I'm very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/Image015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, that is me putting in my assignment paper which is about 12 pages thick into the mailbox. 27th February 2006, a memorable day for me. Ignore the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lala &lt;/span&gt;peace sign. I was just too happy. Then we headed for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went McDonalds for lunch with Marcus. Had Big Mac large as usual. Topics discussed with Marcus today include expanding Student Council, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt;, pretty lame jokes, and laughing at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obese&lt;/span&gt; people for simply no reasons at all(no offense intended). Kinda fun, talked for a full hour and then went back to the cafeteria for another session. Began to learn more about Marcus and understand him more. I believe this is a beginning of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; friendship. Don't think elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well went to Maths class at 3 p.m.. Found out the quiz was actually tomorrow. Oh well, as if I studied for it. I will today =), I hope. Well I learnt quite a lot from Maths class today. Quite interesting as things get harder. I really need to get myself the Maths text book, but it's friggin' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM 95&lt;/span&gt;. I can't afford that. I need more money. Anyone wanna donate some to me? Money that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class ended two hours later. Went to Damansara Kim to pick up some groceries for mom. Then I went over to Loga's house to take the CD which I was supposed to take from E-Lyn before she left. Long story short, I got it =). Might post up some pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, mom said she'll pay for my L license next week when she gets money. Asked her where she's going to get the cash and she just kept quiet. I just hope that money's legal. Heck, I don't care, I just wanna get my license and car as soon as possible. That means I'm gonna retake my Undang course again, sigh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyone else who hasn't taken their Undang wanna take with me?&lt;/span&gt; I don't wanna go alone, it'll be super boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, took a bath and came upstairs to my sanctuary. Sat on the chair, and started messaging. Joined Augustine and Xiang for some jamming session. See, Xiang just started, so we played some boring songs to entertain him. It's official, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suck&lt;/span&gt; at o2Jam =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now here I am, typing this entry. Boring day for me, huh? Well it's normal already to me. So, how's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Story of the year -  In the shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OMG THIS SONG &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROCKS&lt;/span&gt;! Get it if you don't have it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/coke%20guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/coke%20guy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114104000055643078?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114104000055643078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114104000055643078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114104000055643078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114104000055643078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-another-boring-ole-day.html' title='Just another boring ole&apos; day...'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114095717728283022</id><published>2006-02-26T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T20:32:57.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there! Sorry that I haven't been writing on you for awhile. Was lazy. And other stuff came up. Like DotA, and RYL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up a new game, thanks to Augustine. Yup, Risk Your Life 2:Incomplete Union. Kinda nice, but it gets boring after awhile. Level 22 now. Good thing about it is that it's free right now. Try it if you have nothing better to do. But be warned, it gets kinda addicting after awhile. Do not touch if you have better things to do in your life. It's kinda like a slash, hit, jump, move about MMORPG. Something similar to WoW, yet lots of difference here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, spent the entire day slacking around, you should know what I did, if you knew me. Good thing is, I never lost today! Tried to do my Physics report which is due &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt; which I am only 10% through. Sigh, have to start doing it later I guess. Then there's the Maths quiz coming up tomorrow, sigh. CSS and CT assignments diu March 1st. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things happened this week. Dota 6.28 map is out, featuring 2 new heroes, Witch Doctor and Vengeance Spirit. Witch Doctor is useless without a good team and Vengeance Spirit is well, something like Phantom Assassin. Lots of buffs and nerfs made to items and spells. No new items though. Get more info at &lt;a href="http://www.dota-allstars.com/"&gt;http://www.dota-allstars.com/.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is a news which crazed me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Initial D 4th Stage episodes 23 and 24&lt;/span&gt; are finally out with subs! HOORAY FOR INITIAL D CRAZED FANS(me)!! This means Initial D 4th stage has finally reached an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; end&lt;/span&gt; =(. I wonder if there would be a 5th stage coming. Sure do hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episodes 23 and 24 are like the best things on earth. It's like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whoah!&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wow!&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMGWTFBBQTAKUMIFUJIWARA!!&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha it was so nice, it's even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better than orgasm&lt;/span&gt;(literally). Hahaha nah I'm just joking. Basically episodes 23 and 24 were continuing from where it dropped off, the dogfight between Takumi and God-Hand. Trueno AE86 VS Honda S2000. Guess who won =)? Well of course Honda S2000 did! Muahahah I just spoiled it for you! And and, in episode 24, there is this battle between Takumi and his dad! The thing is, Takumi was on the WRX and Bunta was on the AE86. Guess who won? You'll never believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been following the Initial-D anime since I was standard 4. Started off with Stage 1 and Stage 2. Was influenced by my cousins. Thank god for bringing Initial D to me. It's super ecstatic thatI get high even listening to the techno music which plays when battles are going down. Then there's Stage 3, which is just a movie. Then came along Battle Stage and Mako&amp;Sayuki Special. Then came Stage 4. My review on Initial D, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt; exciting, full of suspense and a slight touch of comedy. It was Initial D which made me fall in love with cars, and I recommend it to anyone who hasn't watched it yet. Seriously, you've been missing out on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt; of action. I have the full set so if anyone wants to watch, just tell me =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had porridge for two straight nights as dinner. Starting to get on my nerves. However, I can't complain, cause dad's sick. He was so sick that he was throwing up in my toilet last night around 2 a.m.. It made me feel bad while I was playing RYL, so I ended the game and went to check on him. It seems he has a severe bad backache, migrain and stomach pain. He went to see a doctor at 3 a.m. and I went to sleep. I sure hope it's nothing serious like the bird flu or such. He was so sick he stayed on bed the whole day. Albeit sometimes I hate him, he's still my dad and I hope he'll be fine and continue to live normally soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My watch died on me this morning, literally. The battery was completely dead. Sad. I've been wearing this watch since, Form 2 I guess. Long time it has lasted. There's this sentimental feeling for it, my dad gave it to me. It seems I've gotten &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; used to the watch that now when I removed it from my hand, I ocassionally look at my hand, still thinking that I'm wearing the watch on my hand. Then I hit myself hard on the head, reminding myself that it has died and I just have to let it be, and bring her to a workshop when I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 6th entry, diary. Marking your age at 2 weeks. I'm glad that I haven't given up on that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; new year resolution to update you at least 3 times a week. A procrastinator like me. I feel that this is a big change on me =). You've changed me for the better, diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I guess that's all for this entry. I'll miss you when I'm seperated with you, diary =). Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lifehouse - Blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/20031213_chris63127_220028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/20031213_chris63127_220028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Saiyans, Two Super Saiyans, One word - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMGWTFBBQ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114095717728283022?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114095717728283022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114095717728283022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114095717728283022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114095717728283022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-been-awhile_26.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114060129034038440</id><published>2006-02-22T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T17:41:30.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish I be...</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; thing happened last night, I went to bed at 7! 7.00 p.m.!! Right after dinner. Must've been the side effects of trying to do Air Alert. This is crazy. And guess what time I woke up? 8 a.m.!! Sigh I really need to plan my sleeping schedule and all. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like yeah, woke up 8 a.m. today. Kinda rushed to get ready for college as I had to print some stuff for some assignment too. Supposed to do it last night but, the unimaginable happened. Took me 'bout 20 minutes or so? Then I took a bath, brushed my teeth, wore my clothes, and off i went, into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached college at 9.10 a.m.. Was thinking to myself, "Shit! I'm late 10 minutes, hope I didn't miss anything." So I quickly ran up the stairs, literally, walked as fast as I could to the class. As I was reaching my class, I was almost relieved. Suddenly, I saw through the window. It was dark. The lights were off. I was "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF?!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the cafeteria, tried to calm myself down. Okay, what should I do? Took out my handphone, called Marcus. "Doot doot. Sorry, the number you...", what the hell? He cut me off! So I thought, maybe he was having class in another class or something. Called up See Leong, nobody answered. I was frustrated. Suddenly Marc called back, saying he's in the library. So I went, to the library, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems that class was cancelled but no, nobody told me. Everyone knew, except me. This sucks. I woke up at 8 and rushed for nothing. Next class was at 1 p.m.. So I took out my papers and start finishing the assignment for CT. So far we've done 2 questions, which leaves us just 1 more. Then I went down for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordered a plate of noodles, which was the special for the day. Quite good if you ask me. It's phenomenal for a cafeteria dish. Then everyone started to come, and laughed about me coming at 9 a.m.. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 1 p.m.. Venue, the E-Info Lab. I reached 10 minutes earlier thanks to boredom. Sat down, tried to log on to the computer, mouse had a problem. Switched computers. This one died on me, great. Switched to another far away, worked fine =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Mandeep came late 10 minutes, gave us our assignment and off we were doing it. The computer in the E-Info Lab was unsatisfactory, so I went outside where they had 3.0 gigahertz computers. Ahh, civilization. Finished my assignment half an hour later. It was on time management. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around, ate nasi lemak at the cafeteria, and came back into the E-Info Lab. Thinking that I had to stay back for the Student Council meeting, I just came online and surfed around while waiting. Not wanting to be wrong again, I asked Jason if there was a meeting, and hooray, there isn't. What a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugged TC to drive me home, as there was nothing else to do already. So now I'm here thinking to myself, what was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; point I went to college today? Woke up at 9, stayed till 3, for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; assignment I could finish in half an hour? What a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; waste of time! Pardon the crude words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wasted an entire day, doing my assignment, which was good in a way, but wasted. Sigh what a bad day. Nothing else to blog about, so until next time, bye diary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bowling for Soup - 1985&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/fag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/fag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is specially for you, Mr Mandeep. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114060129034038440?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114060129034038440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114060129034038440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114060129034038440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114060129034038440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/02/foolish-i-be.html' title='Foolish I be...'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114044901377189653</id><published>2006-02-20T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:26:07.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FTW day...</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was such an awful day that I just had to tell you about it, even though I'm feeling like a piece of shit right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started last night, I had another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; dream again. But this time, it was about a death of my cousin which was kinda funny at many points, but kinda freaky anyways. I'm not gonna go into details of the dream as I don't really remember it, but thinking of it now, it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;way hilarious&lt;/span&gt; as nothing made sense in that dream. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, looked into the clock. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMGWTFBBQ!&lt;/span&gt; It was already 8.20 a.m.(I usually wake up at 7.30 to get ready for college)! I was like"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHIT!&lt;/span&gt;". Quickly brushed my teeth, took a quick mandi kerbau, changed into clothes and went straight into the car. I didn't even have time to look at myself in the mirror, which I do everyday to stare at myself. No really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into class a couple of minutes late. CSS with Mr Mandeep again. Did grammar exercises (WTF!). Listened to his complaints and bla bla bla about people not copying down the questions. Had a li'l chat with TC. He's transferring to Nottingham. Wish I could've done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went DotA after that. Lost tragically. Felt like quitting DotA forever. It sucked. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Physics in Mech. Lab. Did experiment on vectors and resultant. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we haven't had our lunch thanks to the 3 hour DotA session, we headed to the cafeteria. Had 2 packs of Indo-mee. Then came this lady talking about R.AGE. In case you didn't know, it's the front cover of the free STAR newspaper given free to college students. She mentioned about a lucky-draw for 9 I-pod Shuffles. All we had to do was just fill in the paper with our names, details and complete the slogan. She even threw in free GALAXIE magazines for everyone who entered into the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me 2 copies of the paper, and I filled both exactly the same. I know the chances of getting the I-pod Shuffle was as slim as 0.00000000001%, I had nothing to lose now didn't I? I'd even get a free GALAXIE magazine for doing it. It's a win-win situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my free GALAXIE magazine. It was January 2006 edition. There were 60 posters in it. I was like... Wow! Thought to myself to hang this up in my bedroom at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was next with Andy. Finished Chapter 1 of Maths. Note to self : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maths Quiz&lt;/span&gt; next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home. Had another DotA session with Ming and Kai. Won. Good. Slacked around in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered about the posters. Took the magazine out, cut out the posters. Chose which to paste as many of them are like, shit(e.g. Paris Hilton, Jien? (BIGWTF!)). Before I finished cutting them out, I was summoned to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was spaghetti. Yum yum! Came back up and continued cutting the posters. After that I pasted them up. Took me at least 1 hour(with distractions here and there). Now my room looks as if there were screens everywhere. (WTF?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered, I made a vow to do light exercise everyday to change the way I am. So off I went, doing exercise while watching television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off with stretches on legs, hands, arms and neck. Then I started pumping. 25 and I was puffed. Weak I am. Next I went on to do some sit-ups. I stopped at 25 too. The ache on my back after 20 almost made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised what I just did was not enough. So I went online and found a workout schedule for Air Alert 3. So I followed Week 1's schedule. I started out with 2 sets of 20 repetitions of leap-ups. My legs were so sore after the first set i began huffing and puffing like a big bad wolf. Next I did calf raises on the stairs. 2 sets of 10 repetitions on each leg. This wasn't that hard to pull off, just hard to balance my body as I went up and down. Don't think dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was step-ups. I found a chair suitable for it downstairs and started doing 2 sets of 10 repetitions on each leg. After finishing it, I felt like I could just die. It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO TIRING&lt;/span&gt;! There were even thrust ups and burnouts I haven't started on, and I just gave up there. Don't blame me! It was my weak body that couldn't stand it. This comes to show how weak my body actually is. I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bad came. I felt headache, dizziness and a feeling to throw up. I quickly took a bath(I was sweating like a pig), thinking of going to sleep as soon as possible. Heck I even went to bed with my body and hair still wet. Then I just couldn't take it any longer. I went downstairs to the toilet, faced it, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLUERGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was vomitting, I felt a sudden urge to take a poop. It was like, vomit coming out from my mouth and shit wanting to escape my colon. I tried hard to sustain it in and I almost failed. Thank god what I thought would be poop just turned out to be a long, loud fart. Anyways, back to the topic. It wasn't a pretty sight. I always hated vomitting. It was like my inner stuffs were going to be sucked out into the wonderous toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my mom's spaghetti coming out from my mouth. It was ugly. Perhaps I ate too much. The headache wouldn't stop, so I took 2 panadols and took it down with one gulp. Then now here I am, writing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I never got myself to finish up the week 1 exercise for Air Alert 3 that I told myself I was going to do. Boy I'm feeling so bad right now. Bad as in not feeling well, not literally bad. My head hurts, my stomach hurts, and I hate myself more than ever. That's about it for this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know diary, sometimes I think you're the only one that understands me. You're my only friend. I love you, diary =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Doors Down - Let Me Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/cheap_ipod.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/cheap_ipod.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I couldn't get the iPod Shuffle from the lucky draw, I could always get one here =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114044901377189653?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114044901377189653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114044901377189653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114044901377189653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114044901377189653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/02/ftw-day.html' title='FTW day...'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-114036589252076009</id><published>2006-02-19T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T00:18:12.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worthless weekend...</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh! Almost forgotten that I made a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; new year resolution to update my blog at least 3 times every week! Lucky me, just made it in time, 2 minutes from 12.00 a.m. Hahaha told you I could follow my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; new year resolution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do I tell you about this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Yesterday, Saturday, 18th February 2006, was spent the whole day slacking. I played DotA when I woke up, went for 2 sessions of cybercafe at night(one of 'em we played Quake 4!) with Ken, Aug, Kai, Jin, Marxha, Heng Brothers and Tong. We had a 4 on 5 game, which we miraculously won! (we = Nel, Ken, Aug, Jin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda fun once in a while playing in a cybercafe with friends =). Must do so more often. If not, I'm guessing the relationship between me and the couple of my friends would just die down. Or maybe not, thanks to BlueServer. Hahaha well, that was one of my days slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up, at 10.00 a.m., after having a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; dream which I can't really remember. One of the main point I remembered was having a girlfriend, who happens to be a head gangster =S. Then there's this other girl who I had an affair with. Hahaha! I don't really remember the details, but it was kinda funny. The funny thing is, the girls who appeared in my dream, I've never seen them before! EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda freaky when you think about it. It's like, telepathy or something. Whoah! Maybe the girls from my dream were too having the same dream as I had(hahaha!). No seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like yeah, I woke up, then I went back to sleep again, hoping to see the girls again. They were hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 11.00 a.m.. Remembered about the assignments I was supposed to do for class. OMGWTFBBQ! I've totally forgotten about them. There was 4 essays for CSS, 1 long essay for the group assignment for CT(sorry Marc!), hundreds of Maths questions, couple of Physics questions and I was to have a quiz for Physics this coming Friday. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like yeah, I wanted to start doing my work, then Aug came along and, you know what happened. Yeah, that. No, it's not like I didn't completely threw away my work. I tried to do the group assignment for CT. Got some of the points, and I didn't know how to start. I didn't have enough points to begin with. Sorry guys! I managed to do one essay for CSS which was on study skills. Pfft as if I even know what I'm typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some Maths and Physics questions. Easy like ABC. Then I went for dinner at Pizza Hut. Had the new set ordered. For those who haven't tried it yet, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T!&lt;/span&gt; It completely sucked; well for me and my family. The prawns on the pictures were just for show! Don't be fooled by it! You have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back, changed, cleaned myself up, read a li'l on Physics, and started doing some light exercise. You know, just to keep myself from getting fatter. I've made up my mind; I am to do more exercise to reduce my weight starting from tomorrow. I must redo my image and show her what she's refused to have. Yes, you know who she is. I'll make her regret for not choosing me. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like yeah, now I'm typing this entry as I just remembered to =). That's all for this time, I guess. I promise to do a better entry next time. Bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neil Zaza - I'm Alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/homo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/homo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-114036589252076009?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/114036589252076009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=114036589252076009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114036589252076009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/114036589252076009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/02/worthless-weekend.html' title='Worthless weekend...'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-113990690993179283</id><published>2006-02-14T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:48:29.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day...</title><content type='html'>14th February, a day that many loners(including myself) dread to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the day on which lovers in certain cultures would let each other know about their love, commonly by sending Valentine's cards, which are oftenly anounymous. This explains why I dread this day so much. As I don't have anyone who loves me for who I am, I often spend Valentine's day alone, with no one to care for me. Unfortunately, this year is no different from any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't really mind being single and free(hooray!), it sometimes hits me in the heart seeing couples being so lovely and passionate to each other or in other words, being happy together. It makes me envious and wonder why I wasn't one of the lucky ones to have one beside me to share my hopes and dreams, ups and downs, thoughts. Even some fat and ugly kid could get a date to share this day with them, but not me. Saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever wonder how Valentine's day came to become?  I did, so I did a li'l research on it before typing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One legend contends that Valentine was a priest who served during the third century in Rome. When Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those with wives and families, he outlawed marriage for young men -- his crop of potential soldiers. Valentine, realizing the injustice of the decree, defied Claudius and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret. When Valentine's actions were discovered, Claudius ordered that he be put to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stories suggest that Valentine may have been killed for attempting to help Christians escape harsh Roman prisons where they were often beaten and tortured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to one legend, Valentine actually sent the first 'valentine' greeting himself. While in prison, it is believed that Valentine fell in love with a young girl -- who may have been his jailor's daughter -- who visited him during his confinement. Before his death, it is alleged that he wrote her a letter, which he signed 'From your Valentine,' an expression that is still in use today. Although the truth behind the Valentine legends is murky, the stories certainly emphasize his appeal as a sympathetic, heroic, and, most importantly, romantic figure. It's no surprise that by the Middle Ages, Valentine was one of the most popular saints in England and France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well however this day was made to be celebrated this way, I hate the one who started it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started like any other ordinary day. Prepared myself to get going to college. On the way to college, even Rudy and JJ from hitz.fm were being passionate to each other(urgh!) with soft, romantic music playing in the background. Feeling rather gloomy and down, being alone on such a day. It was Maths lecture with Andy Chong. Yawned 321684759 times as he went over and over on quadratic equations and geometric coordinates. Sigh, bored as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class ended at 10.30 p.m.. We had 2 and a half hours before the next class. Made up our mind to go to One Utama to take a walk and kill our time. Reached there in a Kelisa with 5 people. First stop, arcade. Played some Initial-D and the Dance thingy. Got two of my coursemate started on the dance dance thingy. Hahah it's fun! The one where u move your hand according to the screen. =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to college and had our lunch at 1.08 p.m.. We were already late and yet we took our own sweet time to finish up our lunch and got into class. It was Ethics with Mr Kuka. As usual, boring class. Ended at about 3 p.m..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering what to do for the entire day being alone and all, then I heard some of them talking about playing badminton. Not wanting to be left out, I joined them for a couple of games till I started sweating. It doesn't feel nice sweating in long pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab home from Centrepoint as I had nothing else to do. And here I am now, writing an useless entry as I'm rotting at home. Blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Akon - Mr Lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/stop_in_the_name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/stop_in_the_name.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22343842-113990690993179283?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/113990690993179283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=113990690993179283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/113990690993179283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/113990690993179283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22343842.post-113975870414333296</id><published>2006-02-12T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:30:24.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the world, my blog...</title><content type='html'>12th February 2006, a day which many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the birth of my blog! Yay hooray! Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Nelson's blog, happy birthday to you! Hahaha I've always wanted to start a blog of my own where I could rant, rant and rant since I don't have anyone who would listen to my rants. I can too say anything I want like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;. This too acts as a diary for myself, so I could look back at it after many years and laugh at myself, the things i did, and stuff. So yeah, welcome to the world, blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha today is also the final day of Chinese new year 2006, the year of the dog. Sigh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no more red packets&lt;/span&gt; for another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one whole year&lt;/span&gt;. This year, I've received around RM 200. I know it's not much, but that's about what I get every year. However, my parents still haven't handed the red packets they're supposed to. I'm hoping for another RM 100 or so. Sadly, I've spent quite a lot of the money I received already. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's also the last day of holiday for me. Yeap, I had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO WEEKS&lt;/span&gt; of holiday. Hahaha I'm so rubbing it in. I'm currently taking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foundation Certificate in Engineering, Science &amp; Technology&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KBU&lt;/span&gt;. Currently it's quite nice being there, much better than what I had expected. There are a few SMKDU-ians here too. Marcus, Kien Hin and Alvin Lim are taking the same course as I am. There are also a few taking A levels. Basically, it has almost everything a student in college needs such as a library, computer lab, cafeteria(the food isn't bad!), and etc. The only thing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lacking &lt;/span&gt;here in this college is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quantity of students&lt;/span&gt;. I can safely say that there isn't even 200 students for this year's intake. Sad, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well basically today, I started my day at 12:50 pm, waking up to find a message from Augustine to play something. So yeah, you might have guessed it, I played DotA till around 5 pm? Hahaha I seriously need to get a life. After that, I watched a show I downloaded last night, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Actually&lt;/span&gt;. It's really a nice comedy/romance show and I recommend to those who haven't watched it yet and have a taste for love shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the show, I got myself ready for dinner. Took a bath, dressed myself, wore my contact lenses, played with my hair, and I was ready to go. It was a dinner at some club at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sri Damansara &lt;/span&gt;with a couple of my dad's friends. Yeap, received red packets I have. Gosh they were generous people. Just one night and I received RM 45. Well it was your normal dinner, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yee Sang&lt;/span&gt;, vegetables, meat, shark fin soup, and desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I came home and took a bath, and it struck me. I suddenly was pushed to start my own blog. So here I am now, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:30 pm 12th February 2006&lt;/span&gt;, typing this entry to my new blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had failed to keep up with my new year's resolution, which was not to swear. I broke it 1 minute after I made up my mind to follow that resolution. Hahaha oh well, what can I say? New year resolutions never work. So this time, I'm making a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; new year resolution! And I'm confident that I can keep this one for quite a while. See, it's different from the normal new year resolutions which always fail because this one has a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; in it. Hahaha so here goes. My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; new year resolution for 2006 is, to update this blog at least 3 times a week. I sure do hope I can do it =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it for this entry. Kinda long-winded if I might say so myself. I was supposed to be studying for an upcoming test on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Computer Technology&lt;/span&gt; but, hahaha I guess I have to do it now. So, goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Site of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.titane.ca/concordia/dfar251/igod/main.html"&gt;http://www.titane.ca/concordia/dfar251/igod/main.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to "God" and have a li'l fun on the way =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Story of the year - Until the day I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/1600/omfg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1614/2272/320/omfg1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/22343842-113975870414333296?l=nelsonwck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/feeds/113975870414333296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22343842&amp;postID=113975870414333296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/113975870414333296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22343842/posts/default/113975870414333296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nelsonwck.blogspot.com/2006/02/welcome-to-world-my-blog.html' title='Welcome to the world, my blog...'/><author><name>popcorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06854922478741954034</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='25' src='http://img344.imageshack.us/img344/4548/11105914489589ep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
