<?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-5074636537245599871</id><updated>2011-11-28T09:08:03.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dude Next Door</title><subtitle type='html'>Strange as it may seem, my life is based on a true story.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-411186851554702699</id><published>2011-09-26T20:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T22:20:50.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back, again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Regarding my previous post, I didn't really blog much this year, like seriously. Sorry people. Well, as you guys know this is my second post of the year since 8 months ago. That's very long ago. Anyways, I'll try to update my blog as much as possible. I'll try alright!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, I need a busy life! I'm wasting too much time rotting at home by playing online games, eat and sleep, right after I finished my A2 examination on June and YES, I already have my A-level results. Well, my results were just alright, nothing spectacular. So now, I'm waiting for my degree intake. Here comes the problem. At first, I've decided to enroll in Bachelor of Economics in Help University College and I've already register for it. Well the intake is on 12th October, which is next month but recently, somehow, I've interest in Law but I'm afraid I might not do well in it. Well, it is a tough course! I hate making decisions but I will decide and must start deciding in everything by myself because a man once said to me, "&lt;i&gt;A wise man makes his own &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;decisions, an ignorant man follows public opinion&lt;/i&gt;." I hope I'll make the right decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the intake for Bachelor of Law (LLB) in Help University College is on September 8th. Yes, I just missed it. Damn! Well, no worries. There's another intake on January, next year. So I need to wait for another 3 months approximately. What should I do in this 3 months? Okay.. To prevent continuing my rotting life at home, I've decided to take up Chinese and English class, to learn and brush up my speaking fluency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrw7sd48EF1qzw0uno1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 690px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now folks. I'll update this blog more often, promise like seriously. Cheers. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm wondering if there's anyone still visiting my blog. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'LL BE BACK...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-411186851554702699?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/411186851554702699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=411186851554702699' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/411186851554702699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/411186851554702699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-back-again.html' title='I&apos;m back, again?'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-3898244948034559962</id><published>2011-01-11T19:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T20:37:03.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back, blogging?</title><content type='html'>... hopefully. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i51.tinypic.com/51d2sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 424px;" src="http://i51.tinypic.com/51d2sm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Happy New Year to everyone! Yeah including you, anonymous reader. I still have 1/2 years to go to complete my A-Level course. It wasn't that tough, NOT! Anyways, I'll be getting my AS results this coming 24th. To those who do not know what is AS, it simply means Advanced Subsidiary. I'm feeling tense now.... By the way, is only the 1st part of A-Level. Now, its A2,  the advanced level. After that, I'll decide the right path for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having a deep thought, there isn't much I've accomplished on 2010. Hmmm, what about you? Did you? Well, I hope I will get something worth being happy and satisfied for, this year. Since it is a new year, should I've my own resolution just like everyone else? Hmmm, why not eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good results this 24th, same goes to my fellow mates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get good results for my A2 as well. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decide the next course I'll be taking after A2, properly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a safe trip to Australia. Yeah, exciting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a new hairstyle, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And dye my hair? I'll probably think twice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone be healthy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shop shop shop. *Oh god, I sound like a girl!*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a new phone. My W910i is a total disaster. Crap phone!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly, hope the world doesn't end at 2012. LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;That's all for today peeps. I hope I'll blog often this year. Adios folks. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2am4ox.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-3898244948034559962?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/3898244948034559962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=3898244948034559962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/3898244948034559962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/3898244948034559962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-back-blogging.html' title='I&apos;m back, blogging?'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.tinypic.com/51d2sm_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-7632696617444748180</id><published>2010-04-18T20:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:11:55.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undefined</title><content type='html'>... thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is just like the lock and key theory. The enzyme acts as a lock and the substrate as a key. Enzymes only bind to substrates that matches its active site. If it doesn't, they can't bind together. As simple as that. Just a simple freaking theory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksrl0omJ0Y1qzw0uno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksrl0omJ0Y1qzw0uno1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm a loser.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Inhibitors incoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-7632696617444748180?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/7632696617444748180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=7632696617444748180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/7632696617444748180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/7632696617444748180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2010/04/undefined.html' title='Undefined'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-3634067444226360878</id><published>2010-03-17T20:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:08:19.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew</title><content type='html'>... give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology is making me nuts. As in crazy, not the nut nuts. If you get what I mean. Ahhemmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, having discussion among friends, it tends to make us think a lot. I meant me, not us. I don't usually discuss with my fellow mates. I just memorize every single term and stuff. Hmmm, no wonder I didn't get goooooood grades in my test. Well, it feels good to understand the thing you don't and once you got it, woohoo! Awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Yong Zheng, my God. We should start a new religion ei? *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being a moron again. Well, that's what I do best. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, what about Chemistry, Physics and Maths? Oh crap, I'm screwed. Only four days left. Oh my..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.onemanga.com/mangas/00002112/000071322/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 750px; height: 1090px;" src="http://media.onemanga.com/mangas/00002112/000071322/007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey Pius, this manga is awesome and there's your quote. Interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'Love is life's greatest event, the one thing worth living for.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;What do you think folks? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Give me another break. Phew.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-3634067444226360878?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/3634067444226360878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=3634067444226360878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/3634067444226360878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/3634067444226360878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2010/03/phew.html' title='Phew'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-5431073342267652168</id><published>2010-03-15T10:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T17:24:20.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=| =| =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzamvdp8sn1qzw0uno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzamvdp8sn1qzw0uno1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;\m/(-_-)\m/&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel normal. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't.  How you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-5431073342267652168?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/5431073342267652168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=5431073342267652168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/5431073342267652168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/5431073342267652168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_15.html' title='=| =| =('/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-2848608707324989941</id><published>2010-03-14T16:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:31:51.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;=|  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;=\ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;=( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;=|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://i44.tinypic.com/fcr1is.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/fcr1is.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-2848608707324989941?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/2848608707324989941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=2848608707324989941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/2848608707324989941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/2848608707324989941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2010/03/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/fcr1is_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-1310279676785583862</id><published>2010-03-12T19:12:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T17:09:46.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sighing all the way.</title><content type='html'>Happy holidays everyone, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I guess everyone is looking forward to have this holiday. Maybe everyone is stress up because of studies? I guess. Maybe not. Within this 9 days, I won't be staying at home and just online, instead I'll be in the college library to buck up in my studies. Most of my friends and family knows I'm weak in it. No joke.. Well, is better than staying at home right? If I'd stay at home, I would start thinking lots and lots of crap and waste my time on the net. Maybe not all 9 days. Most probably 8? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going there alone. Alone and lonely as always....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, my results were totally horrible. It will just horrified you like wtf.. Sorry for the vulgar word but I'm just too disappointed with myself. The disappointment is just unbearable. I'm starting to think that I'm worthless again, like I always do. I thought I did pretty well in it and therefore expect a good results but... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm glad that my fellow mates did well in it. They deserved it for working so hard just to have this awesome results. A's from A to Z. I have to admit that I pretty much hated the feeling of being the dumb, foolish one among them. Is totally my fault for playing and not being serious in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry mom. I'm sorry dad. I'm sorry sis. I'm sorry teachers. I'm sorry grandma. I'm sorry uncles. I'm sorry aunties. I'm sorry that you have a son, brother, student, grandson and nephew like me. I'm just a disgrace to my family and school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm conscious of what I'm saying here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sane, not insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I failed my driving test. Why? Nervous? Maybe not. Is just me. Nothing I do will be done perfectly. What talent do I have? What good qualities do I have? What do I have? One word, none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, I'm feeling better. My chest is kinda light right now.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be cheerful from now onwards. Call me mista cheerful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kykqm7DWYE1qzw0uno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kykqm7DWYE1qzw0uno1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Cheers folks. \m/(&gt;_&lt;)\m/&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Is not complicated at all. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-1310279676785583862?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/1310279676785583862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=1310279676785583862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/1310279676785583862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/1310279676785583862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2010/03/sighing-all-way.html' title='Sighing all the way.'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-4416151955599214023</id><published>2010-03-08T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:27:30.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>\m/(&gt;_&lt;)\m/</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, wish me good luck. I'm so gonna get it tomorrow. (^.^")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phew, nervous... &lt;/span&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksk495uJeA1qzw0uno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksk495uJeA1qzw0uno1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want your LOL. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-4416151955599214023?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/4416151955599214023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=4416151955599214023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/4416151955599214023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/4416151955599214023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2010/03/mm.html' title='\m/(&gt;_&lt;)\m/'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-3691236408403709806</id><published>2010-03-06T23:37:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T10:47:21.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh..</title><content type='html'>Am I always this quiet? Hmmm, I didn't really realise this till today. I guess there are some reasons behind this silence. Not that my mouth was sealed of course. Well, I guess whenever I speak or say something, it will turn out to be something lame but is the not those funny lame stuff. Is L.A.M.E L.A.M.E! Lame lame. Freaking lame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for being quiet whenever you guys were talking but I can't help it. Is either I can't understand Chinese (the whole sentence) or I just don't feel like interrupting you all with my lameness. Once I speak, the whole conversation will be totally awkward. Just like today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask nonsense questions as well. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wondering. Am I weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not friendly. Maybe I'm scary. Maybe I'm a pervert? Maybe I'm dumb. Maybe I'm a faggot. Maybe I'm a moron. Maybe I'm an idiot. Maybe I'm useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just everything that was mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I'm a banana. Argh, I need to speak Chinese like seriously. I don't wanna be left out as usual and be call a banana. Whoever is a banana, I bet they are not pleased to be call by that. Perhaps if you're not one, you won't felt or understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/kf9vBxISYkq60n6pUbNZMp2co1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/kf9vBxISYkq60n6pUbNZMp2co1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I don't really mind being call a banana but..&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. Just ignore it. Sighing out. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No one understands me by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-3691236408403709806?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/3691236408403709806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=3691236408403709806' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/3691236408403709806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/3691236408403709806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2010/03/sigh.html' title='Sigh..'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-4718705511389864572</id><published>2010-03-05T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T00:38:58.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life lessons?</title><content type='html'>As I was looking through some of the blogs, I saw this and just felt like sharing it with you guys.  This is something we should read at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was written by Regina Brett, 90 years old, of The Plain Dealer, Cleveland  , Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me.  It is the most-requested column I've ever written. My odometer rolled  over to 90 in August (last year), so here is the column once more":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Life isn't fair, but it's  still good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Life is too short to waste  time hating anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Your  job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents  will. Stay in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Pay off your credit cards  every month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Cry with someone. It's more  healing than crying alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. Save for retirement starting  with your first pay check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11. Make peace with your past so  it won't screw up the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Don't compare your life to  others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15. Everything can change in the  blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17. Get rid of anything that  isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19. It's never too late to have a  happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no  for an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;21. Burn the candles, use the nice  sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion.  Today is special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait  for old age to wear purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 24. The most important sex organ is the brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;25. No one is in charge of your  happiness but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words: 'In five years,  will this matter?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;27. Always choose life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 28. Forgive everyone everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;29. What other people think of  you is none of your business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 30. Time heals almost everything. Give time, time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;31. However good or bad a  situation is, it will change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;33. Believe in miracles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did  or didn't do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;35. Don't audit life. Show up  and make the most of it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;37. Your children get only one  childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;39. Get outside every day.  Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd  grab ours back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;41. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Envy is a waste of time.&lt;/span&gt; You  already have all you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 42. The best is yet to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;43. No matter how you feel, get  up, dress up and show up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 44. Yield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(53, 28, 117);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;45. Life isn't tied with a bow,  but it's still a gift."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyf4wuRiWX1qzw0uno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyf4wuRiWX1qzw0uno1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Number 33, believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;Miracle does happen, right? Yes, no? :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Letting go just proves that I'm a coward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Therefore I won't. Never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-4718705511389864572?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/4718705511389864572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=4718705511389864572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/4718705511389864572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/4718705511389864572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-lessons.html' title='Life lessons?'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-5134308661132131730</id><published>2010-03-03T21:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T22:59:51.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(^.^")</title><content type='html'>I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my driving lesson nightmare has come to an end officially at 1708 hours. Awesome! Secondly, my bio test 1, part 2 was okay. I thought it would be a total disaster since some of the questions were not answered. Totally spotless but it wasn't as bad as I thought. Well, not as good as I expected too. Just between the line. Oh well... I'm still happy. I'm not the genius type. What could you expect from a moron like me? Don't worry, I'll work as hard as I could. Hmmm, I guess I doesn't sound like I'm happy anymore. Phew, gotta be positive always, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Faith. Hope. Serenity. Courage. Wisdom. Patience. Love.&lt;br /&gt;With this, nothing is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_____O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that our life span are getting shorter? Why? Because is already March. Can you believe it? How time flies.. I still remember the first day I step into TARC as a stranger. But now I'm having a lot of awesome friends here and there. Mostly from SJ11. We laugh. We joke. We tease one and other. It was fun. Thanks for being my friend, everyone. If you're reading this, I do hope you think I'm awesome as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.tinypic.com/2ykj5tu.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 501px; height: 502px;" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/2ykj5tu.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random post anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, my blog is getting dull lately right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-5134308661132131730?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/5134308661132131730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=5134308661132131730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/5134308661132131730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/5134308661132131730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='(^.^&quot;)'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.tinypic.com/2ykj5tu_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-8263026515889895575</id><published>2010-02-27T22:44:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T00:03:17.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired</title><content type='html'>... of all the silly craps I did. I'm just an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been questioning myself lately about the things I've done. All the silly craps I did. Everything doesn't seem right and doesn't go smoothly as I expected instead it causes some major chaos. Something is close to me is fading away slowly as time goes by. Is very obvious. I felt it. I'm sorry, my bad. But I'm still the same, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S4k2yqSVKxI/AAAAAAAAAlY/nWyd8SZ-Y_A/s1600-h/2emh4zc.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuerxzvQMt1qzw0uno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuerxzvQMt1qzw0uno1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just phuck my life. &lt;/span&gt;As always. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-8263026515889895575?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/8263026515889895575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=8263026515889895575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/8263026515889895575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/8263026515889895575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-7239342055688623981</id><published>2010-02-24T22:03:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:04:47.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey you, yeah you.</title><content type='html'>... the viewer of this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i46.tinypic.com/70wf3c.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i49.tinypic.com/oqgdv9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 470px;" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/oqgdv9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't view this blog for free. You have to pay to read. The payment is to leave a note or comment on the chat box. Cheap right? Hey, is affordable okay. The reason is to prevent this boring blog from turning boringggggg. Well, boringggggg is worse than boring. Lawl. Don't view anonymously. So just leave a note or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly, Ken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-7239342055688623981?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/7239342055688623981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=7239342055688623981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/7239342055688623981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/7239342055688623981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2010/02/attention-viewers-please-dont-view-this.html' title='Hey you, yeah you.'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i49.tinypic.com/oqgdv9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-7180958997605807184</id><published>2010-02-22T18:22:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:22:36.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.tinypic.com/1zmp0tt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/1zmp0tt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-7180958997605807184?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/7180958997605807184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=7180958997605807184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/7180958997605807184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/7180958997605807184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2010/02/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.tinypic.com/1zmp0tt_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-6369229417298817273</id><published>2010-02-20T17:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T21:43:12.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I quit</title><content type='html'>... and I'll never look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S3_mfgoS5aI/AAAAAAAAAjg/nrrqwyATLHk/s1600-h/20090221080808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S3_mfgoS5aI/AAAAAAAAAjg/nrrqwyATLHk/s320/20090221080808.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440320303896126882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;O_____O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-6369229417298817273?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/6369229417298817273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=6369229417298817273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/6369229417298817273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/6369229417298817273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-quit.html' title='I quit'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S3_mfgoS5aI/AAAAAAAAAjg/nrrqwyATLHk/s72-c/20090221080808.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-8415744587136883815</id><published>2010-02-18T22:21:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T06:46:06.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S31mzW6NCKI/AAAAAAAAAjY/zd3ZOR4jXBI/s1600-h/tumblr_kvlbsiHZlv1qzw0uno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S31mzW6NCKI/AAAAAAAAAjY/zd3ZOR4jXBI/s320/tumblr_kvlbsiHZlv1qzw0uno1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439616957442492578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"There's always light at the end of the tunnel.. but what if it feels  like the tunnel has no end?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, moment of madness again. I can't decide between the light. Argh, this stress is really killing me and driving me insane but I am going to make it through as usual. I just need &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; endorphins. Errr, maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna find the light.&lt;br /&gt;I meant decide!&lt;br /&gt;I'm possible. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-8415744587136883815?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/8415744587136883815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=8415744587136883815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/8415744587136883815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/8415744587136883815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2010/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S31mzW6NCKI/AAAAAAAAAjY/zd3ZOR4jXBI/s72-c/tumblr_kvlbsiHZlv1qzw0uno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-7140046370081433035</id><published>2010-02-16T20:21:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:20:09.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored</title><content type='html'>... of winning money continuously without stopping. Is just like a gun having unlimited ammo for reloading. It just keeps on coming. My wallet is now thrice bigger than its usual size. Phew, toooo muchhh. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone. How was your Chinese New Year? I bet you guys are having a lot of fun. Frankly speaking, my Chinese New Year is getting dull and boring as years goes by. We usually gather at our granny's house to celebrate this festival and have a lot of fun playing together and other stuffs but it seems that they have their own plans with their friends and not joining us anymore. Sigh, I'm all alone now. I felt like I'm wasting my time there sleeping and watching television. It should be full of fun and excitement but why... Still I'm happy that I can get some extra pocket money through gambling. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do besides gambling, sleeping and watching television? SNAPPING PHOTOS! Yeah, boring right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S3qVxbQ4MQI/AAAAAAAAAi4/DM-WMvEF7_Y/s1600-h/IMG_2577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S3qVxbQ4MQI/AAAAAAAAAi4/DM-WMvEF7_Y/s320/IMG_2577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438824176367972610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S3qVxyPQRrI/AAAAAAAAAjA/o-GvonGJGbQ/s1600-h/IMG_2513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S3qVxyPQRrI/AAAAAAAAAjA/o-GvonGJGbQ/s320/IMG_2513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438824182535177906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S3qVwtIqQfI/AAAAAAAAAiw/c8M4vSiw9Gc/s1600-h/IMG_2570.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S3qVwGlt6VI/AAAAAAAAAio/FSbsUkvucX0/s1600-h/IMG_2555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S3qVwGlt6VI/AAAAAAAAAio/FSbsUkvucX0/s320/IMG_2555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438824153638365522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S3qVyVacfYI/AAAAAAAAAjI/yL_O_Yi-c6g/s1600-h/IMG_2566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S3qVyVacfYI/AAAAAAAAAjI/yL_O_Yi-c6g/s320/IMG_2566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438824191977356674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The toy =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S3qW_4OBX4I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/qxQHAueAjP0/s1600-h/IMG_2530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S3qW_4OBX4I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/qxQHAueAjP0/s320/IMG_2530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438825524170416002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks dad for the last picture. Pervert much. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The photos taken were totally not artistic. It doesn't even cost a penny if I'm selling it. Lawl, I'm learning. So be patience. By the way, if you guys plan for an outing please ask me. I beg you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm bored to dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-7140046370081433035?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/7140046370081433035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=7140046370081433035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/7140046370081433035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/7140046370081433035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m bored'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S3qVxbQ4MQI/AAAAAAAAAi4/DM-WMvEF7_Y/s72-c/IMG_2577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-2750113523468712427</id><published>2010-02-13T23:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T00:46:07.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is running out</title><content type='html'>... which is a good thing because Chinese New Year is getting closer. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee, I can't wait to get my hands on the red packets. I need money! I wish the elders will increase the amount of money. Hmmm, everyone should be having the same wish right? Don't you? You can't blame us because we're all just simply human. In other words, this is human nature. If you do, you ain't human then. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, done crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee... again, because I can have my new clothes on tomorrow. I've waited this for ages. At last! Plus, I can meet my long lost relatives which I rarely contact, approximately half a year. Hmmm, what else? Oh yeah, gambling! It's the other way to get more and more and more money, legally. Hahaha.. I'm just happy, hyped, excited and joyed of the whole festival as we only celebrate it once a year. Smile always! Lawl, random much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm single and I don't celebrate Valentine's Day so there's nothing much I can tell but I wish those who are celebrating it a Happy Valentine's Day. Appreciate and care those you love the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S3bM57ZmlEI/AAAAAAAAAig/i46s_FGP6B8/s1600-h/be_happy_for_nothing_by_princessmoana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S3bM57ZmlEI/AAAAAAAAAig/i46s_FGP6B8/s320/be_happy_for_nothing_by_princessmoana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437758895666140226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year and Happy Valentine's Day, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-2750113523468712427?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/2750113523468712427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=2750113523468712427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/2750113523468712427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/2750113523468712427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-is-running-out.html' title='Time is running out'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S3bM57ZmlEI/AAAAAAAAAig/i46s_FGP6B8/s72-c/be_happy_for_nothing_by_princessmoana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-33293700807721825</id><published>2010-02-09T19:15:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:19:10.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's upon me</title><content type='html'>... but I'll overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need motivation where my confidence can be build for both mentally and physically. Is just like a plant which requires water to stay rigid so that it will stay up high to receive sunlight in order to survive. In other words, human needs confident in them to stay strong and live on. A person without confidence in whatever they do might not succeed in their life. For god sake, might as well not live and end your worthless life. Argh, I'm crapping again. That statement was totally untrue because human learn and improve as they live and ending our life by force is against the rules of human mankind. As Mahatma Gandhi once said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. I've to complete my sentence first. Let me highlight the word. Aheeemm, *clear throat*.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Failure&lt;/span&gt; is upon me but I'll OVERCOME it. If my self-confidence is strong, failure is not an obstacles for me. Failure is where corrections are been made and life improve through this. It comes and goes. That's right. Nothing is going to stop the beast from getting its' confidence. ROAR! Because Barack Obama also once said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Making your mark on the world is hard. If it were easy, everybody would  do it. But it's not. It takes patience, it takes commitment, and it  comes with plenty of failure along the way. The real test is not whether  you avoid this failure, because you won't. It's whether you let it  harden or shame you into inaction, or whether you learn from it, whether  you choose to persevere.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Too much quotes? Neh, not really.&lt;br /&gt;I need to stay strong. Give me some confident.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, physics wasn't that bad today.&lt;br /&gt;At least I knew how to answer it. Well, most of it I guess.&lt;br /&gt;But I failed my pure maths. Just great. T.T&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-33293700807721825?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/33293700807721825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=33293700807721825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/33293700807721825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/33293700807721825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-upon-me.html' title='It&apos;s upon me'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-1927132622268128626</id><published>2010-02-07T00:50:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T02:00:39.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't survive</title><content type='html'>... without supper lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, I need to stay awake till 3 in the morning! That's what I kept telling myself but I tend to fall asleep every single time when its almost midnight. I guess I didn't ate much during dinner. This must be due to the low rate of catabolism because of the low amount of large molecules such as polysaccharides, lipids and proteins which therefore releases lesser energy to my brain and produces the feeling of fatigue.  Perhaps, this could be the reason. I think. That's why I'm having supper to boast up my energy level. Well, it does have some effect. Clever heh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S22kR5CRaxI/AAAAAAAAAiY/BquLKumfbdY/s1600-h/CIMG4585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S22kR5CRaxI/AAAAAAAAAiY/BquLKumfbdY/s320/CIMG4585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435180952581139218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm just crapping. O__O&lt;br /&gt;Good morning, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-1927132622268128626?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/1927132622268128626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=1927132622268128626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/1927132622268128626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/1927132622268128626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-survive.html' title='I can&apos;t survive'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S22kR5CRaxI/AAAAAAAAAiY/BquLKumfbdY/s72-c/CIMG4585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-1244301424837638608</id><published>2010-02-05T18:25:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:32:32.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I felt hopeless</title><content type='html'>... after having the bio test today. I've been studying for days hoping to score well in it. It seems things turn out differently. I was totally paranoid looking at the questions. I ask myself a question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I'm kinda useless.. right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's like an hourglass, and I've thought of ending it before all the sand run to the bottom bulb. Well, I'm a person that will have many negative thoughts whenever I did badly in a particular stuff.  I guess that's ME. Don't worry people, I'm sane, not insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I should take it easy since its just the first test heh. I should have a positive mind set. I'll try to keep it inside my head, into my mind and thoughts.. and say I could go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, Chemistry and Pure Maths is on Monday. I'm dooomm again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I read this quote on my friend's blog and just feel like posting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S2wLxmg5g8I/AAAAAAAAAiI/vSZFB8yRuiU/s1600-h/tumblr_kwzamnt1L41qzw0uno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S2wLxmg5g8I/AAAAAAAAAiI/vSZFB8yRuiU/s320/tumblr_kwzamnt1L41qzw0uno1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434731797109375938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-1244301424837638608?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/1244301424837638608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=1244301424837638608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/1244301424837638608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/1244301424837638608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2010/02/four-more-to-go.html' title='I felt hopeless'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbE1oxLGx7s/S2wLxmg5g8I/AAAAAAAAAiI/vSZFB8yRuiU/s72-c/tumblr_kwzamnt1L41qzw0uno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-1668604002754808794</id><published>2010-02-04T02:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T03:48:30.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 2am</title><content type='html'>... and I'm still awake. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having G.P test 1 later. My brain is in the excited state now and its hard for my brain to return to its ground state. Argh, nervous! Therefore, for my first resolution of the year, score well in all the papers. Please go easy on us, Ms. Joanna! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;My G.P teacher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been having some sort of depression because of Physics. I thought it would be easier than the other subjects. It turns out not. Eventually, Physics should be easy for boys, right? That's what I usually heard from the girls. Sigh, what's happening to me? Am I turning into a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope not... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;my brain is killing me =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-1668604002754808794?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/1668604002754808794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=1668604002754808794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/1668604002754808794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/1668604002754808794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-2am.html' title='It&apos;s 2am'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5074636537245599871.post-7446653297707922986</id><published>2010-02-01T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T17:51:19.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best thing about tonight</title><content type='html'>... is that I'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed all the post I've posted before was some &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;sentimental rubbish. Therefore, I've deleted everything. Perhaps a new year, a new start? Well, I'll just note the things happening to me &lt;/span&gt;as a brief record to assist the memory of mine or for future reference instead of blogging about something totally unrelated to me. If you know what I mean. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;NBA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happen lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've enter a college that I've never imagined I will. Yes, I did and I'm enjoying it. It was a college that is totally different from what I've expected. The lecturers were friendly, the students were awesome and the surrounding isn't as bad as I thought. But there is one thing I dislike the most. The food. Arrhhh, is totally distasteful. Sorry aunties and uncles. I'm just being honest here. Oh yeah, is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TARC &lt;/span&gt;by the way. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when things couldn't get any worse....&lt;br /&gt;Screwing up Physics, Chemistry and Biology had to happen. Argh, especially Physics and the first test is around the corner and I'm still here.. blogging. Please! Anyone! Give me a poison apple. I beg you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Tyan I read your blog but having a polaroid with me was bad?? =(&lt;br /&gt;Am totally sorry for your sprained ankle. Feeling better lately? ..and I was surprised and burst with joy when you and Tzesien did a birthday party for me during the break, honestly. Thank you. Errr, only you two planned this right?  Haha. Love you guys and SJ11. SJ sounds like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Super Junior&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, MAMAK GANG! I know you guys are busy lately but let's go out someday, okay? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw. I probably should return to my &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Bio. Like now? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I bet no one is reading my blog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5074636537245599871-7446653297707922986?l=thenuttyken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/feeds/7446653297707922986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5074636537245599871&amp;postID=7446653297707922986' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/7446653297707922986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5074636537245599871/posts/default/7446653297707922986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenuttyken.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-thing-about-tonight.html' title='The best thing about tonight'/><author><name>THAT KID</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14620497210157018825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tz1ElDCOYHQ/ToCQvxsk4cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/-fscU1YlDpo/s220/DSC_0294%25281%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
