<?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-1522396028152581395</id><updated>2011-12-15T11:17:14.496+08:00</updated><category term='New Year resolution for 2006'/><category term='Worry Worries Worrying is like a rocking chair'/><category term='Tongue Tattoo Photoshop Pro'/><category term='love  like music live'/><category term='Steven Lim SG hunk'/><category term='watermelon square banana'/><category term='Dreams invention'/><category term='First Post Why I Started Blogging'/><category term='hiatus'/><category term='Religion Atheism atheist agnostic ten commandments bible'/><category term='Rainy Days'/><category term='Chocolate bar life stacy miniature pinscher analogy appreciate those around you'/><category term='西 瓜 香 蕉 你 的 大 巴 樂 东 成 西 就THE EAGLE SHOOTING HEROES 射 鵰 英 雄 傳 LEGEND OF THE CONDOR HERO'/><category term='Death Dead Body Livegem Live gem bury cremate'/><title type='text'>It's just NC's. Nothing much. ;D</title><subtitle type='html'>The blog is strictly for NC's ranting purposes. If the content in anyway offends you, tough luck. 

I learned that there's no pleasing everybody, so....Sucks to be you. I bid you a good day, and goodbye.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-3398669933823606021</id><published>2010-11-27T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T01:37:16.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alina Phang 凯思.</title><content type='html'>I love her so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-3398669933823606021?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/3398669933823606021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=3398669933823606021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3398669933823606021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3398669933823606021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/11/alina-phang.html' title='Alina Phang 凯思.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-7964222234310665035</id><published>2010-10-02T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T01:55:39.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justify.</title><content type='html'>I know i haven't been posting and all... But.... It's really hard to think of a post to rant about when i have a new outlet now. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the need to blog spawned from the necessity to talk about the stuff in my noggin. And now that i have a pair of ears that listens, and an intellect to engage with, my noggin juices gets channeled away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; see you when i see you Blogger...! =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-7964222234310665035?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7964222234310665035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=7964222234310665035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7964222234310665035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7964222234310665035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/10/justify.html' title='Justify.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-4972710250575864985</id><published>2010-07-29T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T00:39:18.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Buddha Has Issues With Boredom.! =O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="body"&gt;Ennui has made more gamblers than avarice, more drunkards than thirst, and perhaps as many suicides as despair.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/b/buddha162776.html"&gt;Buddha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;This really speaks out to me... I.HATE.BOREDOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-4972710250575864985?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/4972710250575864985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=4972710250575864985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/4972710250575864985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/4972710250575864985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/07/even-buddha-has-issues-with-boredom-o.html' title='Even Buddha Has Issues With Boredom.! =O'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-3323344056480674050</id><published>2010-07-21T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T00:33:47.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rugrat.</title><content type='html'>Grew up a little inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-3323344056480674050?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/3323344056480674050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=3323344056480674050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3323344056480674050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3323344056480674050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/07/rugrat.html' title='Rugrat.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-5936562556784664</id><published>2010-07-18T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T17:01:23.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diddly-Dee Potatoes..!</title><content type='html'>Been feeling really Celtic-ish lately... The Corrs... Celtic Thunder... Celtic Women...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Leprechuan-ish accent, : "Tis a sign that me has to relearn tha violin.... Diddly-dee potatoes..!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-5936562556784664?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/5936562556784664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=5936562556784664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/5936562556784664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/5936562556784664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/07/diddly-dee-potatoes.html' title='Diddly-Dee Potatoes..!'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-3154089849155736819</id><published>2010-07-18T16:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T16:52:03.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Room A Father Can Be Proud Of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TELATmBtoHI/AAAAAAAAAYc/wLvcssVzS4A/s1600/MessyMonster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TELATmBtoHI/AAAAAAAAAYc/wLvcssVzS4A/s400/MessyMonster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495165938203205746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, after every major assignment, my room would be in totally state of disarray... I have this awesome/fucked up  habit of throwing waste paper around me. HAHAHA.! Awesome cause... It feels dam great just throwing your waste around with a disregard to the consequence.. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just took the time to clean it up a little today... And it's CLEAN. By stereotypical male standards.. =o. Meh. Technicalities. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-3154089849155736819?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/3154089849155736819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=3154089849155736819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3154089849155736819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3154089849155736819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/07/room-father-can-be-proud-of.html' title='A Room A Father Can Be Proud Of.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TELATmBtoHI/AAAAAAAAAYc/wLvcssVzS4A/s72-c/MessyMonster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-6866777228005523025</id><published>2010-07-18T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T17:03:09.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel The Rush~</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZVMI8nb3mCM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZVMI8nb3mCM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah man..! Two modules in one day...! Managed to hit the dateline on the dot..! That was a fun run... xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-6866777228005523025?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/6866777228005523025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=6866777228005523025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/6866777228005523025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/6866777228005523025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/07/feel-rush.html' title='Feel The Rush~'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-665704678615432145</id><published>2010-07-06T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:52:52.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fail.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why is it that some people ask for advise, but just refuses to listen to it at the very end.?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is it that some people bitch and whine but refuse to step up and do anything about it.?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is it that some people out there don't honor their own words.?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are there so many dumbasses in this world.?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TDMKQh9evcI/AAAAAAAAAYU/v3S225-Zvcc/s1600/2308371224_60e0cda6e8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TDMKQh9evcI/AAAAAAAAAYU/v3S225-Zvcc/s400/2308371224_60e0cda6e8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490743649805188546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saw this today and i felt like buying it just to stamp on each and everyone of those idiots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-665704678615432145?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/665704678615432145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=665704678615432145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/665704678615432145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/665704678615432145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/07/fail.html' title='Fail.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TDMKQh9evcI/AAAAAAAAAYU/v3S225-Zvcc/s72-c/2308371224_60e0cda6e8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-2448885999290631427</id><published>2010-06-30T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:40:39.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wasn't Wearing My Spectacles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TCtlYUajRRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/c8lBX03HgQI/s1600/6a00d83443d1b053ef0120a90292c9970b-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TCtlYUajRRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/c8lBX03HgQI/s400/6a00d83443d1b053ef0120a90292c9970b-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488592039352419602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;So all saw wasn't really through rose tinted glasses... =)&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/1522396028152581395-2448885999290631427?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/2448885999290631427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=2448885999290631427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/2448885999290631427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/2448885999290631427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wasnt-wearing-my-spectacles.html' title='I Wasn&apos;t Wearing My Spectacles...'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TCtlYUajRRI/AAAAAAAAAYM/c8lBX03HgQI/s72-c/6a00d83443d1b053ef0120a90292c9970b-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-3528732253637972837</id><published>2010-06-29T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T02:05:32.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROFL. Quit Being A Pussy.</title><content type='html'>MEH. Know what NC, just grow a fucking pair of sac and take things as they come as usual. It got you this far and well into life, so you must have been doing something right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... FUCK YEAH. &gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-3528732253637972837?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/3528732253637972837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=3528732253637972837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3528732253637972837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3528732253637972837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/06/rofl-quit-being-pussy.html' title='ROFL. Quit Being A Pussy.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-705638494655880866</id><published>2010-06-29T01:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T02:02:51.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is Spring, But I Fear Of Summer.</title><content type='html'>Never felt this scared about the future before. Creepy. =/ Guess that's the downside of loving the present so much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-705638494655880866?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/705638494655880866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=705638494655880866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/705638494655880866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/705638494655880866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-is-spring-but-i-fear-of-summer.html' title='It Is Spring, But I Fear Of Summer.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-4601606907394146366</id><published>2010-06-24T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T01:10:23.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To Stars : Celtic Thunder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TCI-3O-MvuI/AAAAAAAAAYE/yrRpzIo3-cY/s1600/CelticThunderWebImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TCI-3O-MvuI/AAAAAAAAAYE/yrRpzIo3-cY/s400/CelticThunderWebImage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486016414723391202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Celtic Thunder, please don't kid yourself. Not man alive can pull off a suit with a kilt... That's just plain wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one thing to have cultural pride, it's another to look bleeding dumb. Why don't you guys epitomize your Irish blood by fighting or drinking whilst singing..? May work.? *Innocent eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, NC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-4601606907394146366?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/4601606907394146366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=4601606907394146366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/4601606907394146366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/4601606907394146366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/06/letters-to-stars-celtic-thunder.html' title='Letters To Stars : Celtic Thunder.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TCI-3O-MvuI/AAAAAAAAAYE/yrRpzIo3-cY/s72-c/CelticThunderWebImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-9215980489460775566</id><published>2010-06-21T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:21:50.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Techno Courtship Ritual Of Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TB7oWdCl3fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/L30FMOTOaUs/s1600/Downloads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TB7oWdCl3fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/L30FMOTOaUs/s400/Downloads.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485076868634107378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the current tide of technology rising up on us so rapidly, it's not surprising that electronic gadgets intermingles and are becoming part and parcel of our lives. As convenient as it is, at what expense of our lifestyle would it take its toll on...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TB7oXNxEsnI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SaiQNH0R0eo/s1600/Lorenzo%2BLotto%2B-%2BVenus%2Band%2BCupid%2B.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TB7oXNxEsnI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SaiQNH0R0eo/s400/Lorenzo%2BLotto%2B-%2BVenus%2Band%2BCupid%2B.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485076881713967730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TB7oZbGEexI/AAAAAAAAAX8/F9LUn12FvO0/s1600/The-Serenade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TB7oZbGEexI/AAAAAAAAAX8/F9LUn12FvO0/s400/The-Serenade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485076919651433234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The thing is, with the advances of technology, romantic gestures evolves along with it. The act of serenading can be simple replaced by embedding a music video on Facebook and dedicated to anyone you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TB7oXgWGpiI/AAAAAAAAAX0/oFTqQb-2tk4/s1600/love-letters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TB7oXgWGpiI/AAAAAAAAAX0/oFTqQb-2tk4/s400/love-letters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485076886701123106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love letters.? Nah, just email it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TB7oVgtXgnI/AAAAAAAAAXc/-2B6N4tcAag/s1600/cupid_kills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TB7oVgtXgnI/AAAAAAAAAXc/-2B6N4tcAag/s400/cupid_kills.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485076852438958706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The truth is... The very essence of a romantic gesture is... How much bloody trouble you got to put yourself through just to make it work.  If they had it meter for measuring romance in any single act, it'd be directly proportionate to the amount of sweat, curses and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, gadgets just make it too dam easy to please anybody at all. So smart up and get creative~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-9215980489460775566?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/9215980489460775566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=9215980489460775566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/9215980489460775566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/9215980489460775566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/06/techno-courtship-ritual-of-love.html' title='Techno Courtship Ritual Of Love.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TB7oWdCl3fI/AAAAAAAAAXk/L30FMOTOaUs/s72-c/Downloads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-1299933090617828339</id><published>2010-06-20T02:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T02:58:55.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Pan Syndrome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TB0SgIURAwI/AAAAAAAAAXU/JGEBi9GpoJ8/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TB0SgIURAwI/AAAAAAAAAXU/JGEBi9GpoJ8/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484560264404730626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a minor freakout after seeing this comment on a video of Semisonic - Singing In My Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt as though my whole life that has passed and the part of my life that haven't passed flashed pass my eyes and i was an old man with a crown of white hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eerie shizzles. I'm kinda scared and i don't wanna grow up. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-1299933090617828339?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/1299933090617828339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=1299933090617828339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/1299933090617828339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/1299933090617828339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/06/peter-pan-syndrome.html' title='Peter Pan Syndrome.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/TB0SgIURAwI/AAAAAAAAAXU/JGEBi9GpoJ8/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-7555960805545852769</id><published>2010-06-14T11:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T11:19:42.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Is Poor Without Knowledge.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating much... I have to admit, i've gotten real sloppy and lazy.Well... On the other hand, i just had an interesting encounter with a taxi driver on the way home last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got in, he was speaking surprisingly fluent English (No offense to the other cabbies out there who doesn't..!) and after engaging with him in small talk... I kinda found myself thinking, : "Damn.... This guy is pretty dam well learned." So naturally, i went ahead to complement him about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he told me, : "Due to the nature of my old job, i have to be well-learned." Which kind of piqued my curiosity so i probed a little further. Turns out, the withered old man driving a cabby was actually a civil servant for the government last time, and he was doing Research and Development for technology. Military defense technology to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a little impudent and said, : "What is a man of your stature doing driving a cab...?" Turns out the nature of his job requires him to retire early. Which got me thinking, : "What a sad fucking world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man with his wealth of knowledge could prove to be so beneficial but he got restrained by the very superficial "ritual" of booting out the old. And instead, we are forced to accept the fact that we would need to rely more younger "foreign talents" for experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT... I'm done with my Ah-Pek-Kopitiam-Ranting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-7555960805545852769?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7555960805545852769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=7555960805545852769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7555960805545852769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7555960805545852769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/06/men-is-poor-without-knowledge.html' title='Men Is Poor Without Knowledge.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-5308584892999426071</id><published>2010-05-20T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:00:43.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relapse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I knew it i knew it i knew it i knew it i knew it was going to happen. Yet couldn't help myself. Haha.! What a fucking joke NC. Meh. Just grit your teeth and fucking walk."&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/1522396028152581395-5308584892999426071?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/5308584892999426071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=5308584892999426071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/5308584892999426071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/5308584892999426071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/05/relapse.html' title='Relapse.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-5220138815034405032</id><published>2010-05-15T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T12:29:18.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Falter NC...</title><content type='html'>You know what. After typing the title. I realised. Fuck it. I don't even feel like doing this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-5220138815034405032?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/5220138815034405032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=5220138815034405032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/5220138815034405032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/5220138815034405032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-falter-nc.html' title='Don&apos;t Falter NC...'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-4678765812807080468</id><published>2010-05-10T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:43:51.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Back At Cha Big Guy...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S-fw3FfgT3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Idr43lONbU8/s1600/right+back+at+cha.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S-fw3FfgT3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Idr43lONbU8/s400/right+back+at+cha.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469605101622546290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You know... If there was a God. I think i kinda like him. Judging by how some things in my day turned out, that guy has a great sense of humor. "&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/1522396028152581395-4678765812807080468?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/4678765812807080468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=4678765812807080468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/4678765812807080468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/4678765812807080468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/05/right-back-at-cha-big-guy.html' title='Right Back At Cha Big Guy...!'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S-fw3FfgT3I/AAAAAAAAAXE/Idr43lONbU8/s72-c/right+back+at+cha.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-8460295368070903825</id><published>2010-05-09T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T01:17:39.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Breath, Drink, Eat And Live Design.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S-WbSWe5r0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/cP28uktW-As/s1600/20090812-zipper-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S-WbSWe5r0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/cP28uktW-As/s400/20090812-zipper-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468948062086475586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"It just occurred to me that sometimes, I REALLY need to shut up and stop talking about design."&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/1522396028152581395-8460295368070903825?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8460295368070903825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=8460295368070903825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/8460295368070903825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/8460295368070903825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/05/breath-drink-eat-and-live-design.html' title='To Breath, Drink, Eat And Live Design.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S-WbSWe5r0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/cP28uktW-As/s72-c/20090812-zipper-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-6427756269585315682</id><published>2010-05-03T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:26:31.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crux Of Twilight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thechive.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/randomly-awesome-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 348px;" src="http://thechive.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/randomly-awesome-20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you say FULL-OF-WIN...? xD&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/1522396028152581395-6427756269585315682?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/6427756269585315682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=6427756269585315682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/6427756269585315682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/6427756269585315682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/05/crux-of-twilight.html' title='The Crux Of Twilight.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-6478582002369770203</id><published>2010-05-03T02:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T02:07:45.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey NC..? Is This Glass Half Empty or Half Full..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S92_JpzdqLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/a79B04-rNhM/s1600/half-full-half-empty.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S92_JpzdqLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/a79B04-rNhM/s400/half-full-half-empty.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466735695259084978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"WHAT THE HELL IS IN THAT GLASS.? Is that the liquid they use for diapers and sanitary pad commercials..?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-6478582002369770203?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/6478582002369770203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=6478582002369770203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/6478582002369770203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/6478582002369770203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-nc-is-this-glass-half-empty-or-half.html' title='Hey NC..? Is This Glass Half Empty or Half Full..?'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S92_JpzdqLI/AAAAAAAAAW0/a79B04-rNhM/s72-c/half-full-half-empty.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-4594995273148055436</id><published>2010-04-29T00:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T01:36:40.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Speak FUCKING Good English Campaign.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ite.edu.sg/about_ite/infinite/infinite_95/images/way.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 310px;" src="http://www.ite.edu.sg/about_ite/infinite/infinite_95/images/way.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lets face it. It AIN'T working. Why.? Well.. They're taking it in the WRONG DIRECTION...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a bunch of local laymen or celebrities that are fluent in English isn't going to do SHIT for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on...! What do you expect us to do.? Do you expect us to go, "Oh my~ They speak so effing well~ I better make the effort to be JUST-LIKE-THEM~"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.puff-x.com/uploaded_images/talkgooderengland.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://www.puff-x.com/uploaded_images/talkgooderengland.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Piss off... Wanna impress me.? Go grab a fish monger off a random wet market and make him quote Macbeth for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.itmonline.org/image/wuchi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 363px;" src="http://www.itmonline.org/image/wuchi3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wanna get the TRUE BLUE LOCALS to speak English.? REPLACE ALL THE DIALECT VULGARITIES WITH IT'S ENGLISH COUNTER-PARTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, everything will fall into place, and you'll have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt; collecting soda cans asking around for "cylindrical aluminium alloy fluid containment apparatus" instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-4594995273148055436?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/4594995273148055436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=4594995273148055436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/4594995273148055436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/4594995273148055436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/04/speak-fucking-good-english-campaign.html' title='The Speak FUCKING Good English Campaign.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-1748978700106283860</id><published>2010-04-25T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:35:26.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Spy With My Little E-WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S9QnijcgxWI/AAAAAAAAAWs/V5EADVQ7nX4/s1600/IMG_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S9QnijcgxWI/AAAAAAAAAWs/V5EADVQ7nX4/s400/IMG_0418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464035722491118946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL. Yup. That's what i saw on the MRT as i was making my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, they aren't doing a Singapore rendition of the Prince And The Pauper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... His not TOO POOR TO BUY SHOES.... Judging from his top wear... That dude, is just plain... "AVANT GARDE".... *Kowtow*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-1748978700106283860?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/1748978700106283860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=1748978700106283860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/1748978700106283860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/1748978700106283860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-spy-with-my-little-e-what-fuck-is.html' title='I Spy With My Little E-WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.?!'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S9QnijcgxWI/AAAAAAAAAWs/V5EADVQ7nX4/s72-c/IMG_0418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-2602710534975167046</id><published>2010-04-24T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T00:35:13.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What If Jack Never Chopped The Beanstalk....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S9HMJ29Rl-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/My7tCzcRXk4/s1600/beanstalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S9HMJ29Rl-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/My7tCzcRXk4/s400/beanstalk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463372292720531426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know which one of my work I'd like to be my best...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The next one.&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/1522396028152581395-2602710534975167046?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/2602710534975167046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=2602710534975167046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/2602710534975167046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/2602710534975167046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-if-jack-never-chopped-beanstalk.html' title='What If Jack Never Chopped The Beanstalk....?'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S9HMJ29Rl-I/AAAAAAAAAWk/My7tCzcRXk4/s72-c/beanstalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-7678935236576674905</id><published>2010-04-21T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T20:09:18.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREE BEASTIALITY PORN.!!! Not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S87ns71rxBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/MQiJRT0RkIU/s1600/strange-chair2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S87ns71rxBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/MQiJRT0RkIU/s400/strange-chair2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462558157210108946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Bo Peep~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost her&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S87nldAeoeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/x6kNo7HmSjk/s1600/hilarity-ensue-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S87nldAeoeI/AAAAAAAAAWM/x6kNo7HmSjk/s400/hilarity-ensue-18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462558028674802146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wished i had a smart ass comment for this... I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY DO&lt;/span&gt;... But alas. I've met my match in randomness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S87nkxhuilI/AAAAAAAAAWE/rS8WHy4MtFA/s1600/funny-lols-day-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S87nkxhuilI/AAAAAAAAAWE/rS8WHy4MtFA/s400/funny-lols-day-23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462558017003096658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You know... I don't think girls like unicorns &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; much for this to work buddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S87nkfHI5mI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Mnq8vo9oXLg/s1600/funny-ads-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S87nkfHI5mI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Mnq8vo9oXLg/s400/funny-ads-14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462558012059739746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS IS JUST PLAIN GENIUS.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S87nj3V5EjI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_g-fFTGBPVc/s1600/cool-animals-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S87nj3V5EjI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_g-fFTGBPVc/s400/cool-animals-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462558001384198706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OH HEY..! IT'S PARIS HIL- Oh wait. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S87njmaP4YI/AAAAAAAAAVs/KFGN2sAkltY/s1600/cool-animals-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S87njmaP4YI/AAAAAAAAAVs/KFGN2sAkltY/s400/cool-animals-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462557996839068034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh god... Tila Tequila just looks SO DAM HOT in that black fur coat....&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/1522396028152581395-7678935236576674905?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7678935236576674905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=7678935236576674905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7678935236576674905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7678935236576674905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/04/free-beastiality-porn-not.html' title='FREE BEASTIALITY PORN.!!! Not.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S87ns71rxBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/MQiJRT0RkIU/s72-c/strange-chair2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-9021267783324517058</id><published>2010-04-21T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T19:51:07.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku From A Cynic's Mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://skepticalteacher.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/facepalm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://skepticalteacher.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/facepalm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are so stupid,&lt;br /&gt;redundant oxygen thief.&lt;br /&gt;Please kill yourself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ROFL. Always wanted to try doing a haiku&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;And it's PERFECT.! Now i have a literary work to describe how i feel bout most of the people out there.!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1522396028152581395-9021267783324517058?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/9021267783324517058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=9021267783324517058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/9021267783324517058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/9021267783324517058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/04/haiku-from-cynics-mind.html' title='Haiku From A Cynic&apos;s Mind.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-6746988603680182626</id><published>2010-02-28T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:24:01.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S4qKHaGFqEI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RY989wUFdmk/s1600-h/adorable-mouse-waving-you-hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S4qKHaGFqEI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RY989wUFdmk/s400/adorable-mouse-waving-you-hi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443314959499241538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S4qKHwGHL3I/AAAAAAAAAVc/wgtbt46ztQE/s1600-h/the_letter_a_copy1262779269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S4qKHwGHL3I/AAAAAAAAAVc/wgtbt46ztQE/s400/the_letter_a_copy1262779269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443314965404921714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S4qKIEiytSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/zoGDpE9hcVY/s1600-h/Thirsty-Water-melon_137t4_r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S4qKIEiytSI/AAAAAAAAAVk/zoGDpE9hcVY/s400/Thirsty-Water-melon_137t4_r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443314970893923618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CRACK THE CODES EINSTEINS....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-6746988603680182626?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/6746988603680182626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=6746988603680182626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/6746988603680182626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/6746988603680182626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/02/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S4qKHaGFqEI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RY989wUFdmk/s72-c/adorable-mouse-waving-you-hi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-9077810012757671152</id><published>2010-02-28T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:08:18.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insignificance Feels Good For Once.</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you guys but.... This thought always hijacks my mind whenever I'm feeling down, not that I'm feeling down now but just wanted to get this off..! Just to see if this is normal, or it's just me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S4pXLPASVyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/9-t8rQStdpg/s1600-h/ant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S4pXLPASVyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/9-t8rQStdpg/s400/ant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443258950148577058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are times, when we feel the weight of our burdens just crashing down on us, but just take a step back, and look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S4pXL-Dg4NI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WYGIZoGQJeM/s1600-h/leaf_cutter_ants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S4pXL-Dg4NI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WYGIZoGQJeM/s400/leaf_cutter_ants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443258962778579154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just the thought of this cheers me up each time. Not that I'm sadistic and enjoy the fact that there are people around me suffering. But it's more along the line of.... My problems seems so insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S4pXLd9Lg9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/5zzKFXSEbHc/s1600-h/antColonyCoop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S4pXLd9Lg9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/5zzKFXSEbHc/s400/antColonyCoop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443258954162078674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However... It looks like this is one aspect that the humans are inferior to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; friends eh.?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-9077810012757671152?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/9077810012757671152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=9077810012757671152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/9077810012757671152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/9077810012757671152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/02/insignificance-feels-good-for-once.html' title='Insignificance Feels Good For Once.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S4pXLPASVyI/AAAAAAAAAU8/9-t8rQStdpg/s72-c/ant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-4029448677061238989</id><published>2010-02-21T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T01:56:33.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superhuman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S4Ahr8RBgeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/URXNBmvM_lE/s1600-h/3063568967_af1facef94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S4Ahr8RBgeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/URXNBmvM_lE/s400/3063568967_af1facef94.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440385388659180002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think my water's being drugged.... I keep thinking that I'm a Superhuman. I actually found myself thinking, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HMM.... Getting hit by a car doesn't look that pain... I think I'd prolly get some scratches that's all...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMM...... I don't think i should risk it. ROFL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-4029448677061238989?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/4029448677061238989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=4029448677061238989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/4029448677061238989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/4029448677061238989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/02/superhuman.html' title='Superhuman.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S4Ahr8RBgeI/AAAAAAAAAU0/URXNBmvM_lE/s72-c/3063568967_af1facef94.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-1632232021468306961</id><published>2010-02-11T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:30:14.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend Raphael Koh. Faster Than a Speeding Bullet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a time... In a land far faraway.... An industrial design class was having a presentation.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raphael&lt;/span&gt; : "The Zippo lighter is so sturdy that it deflected a bullet before....!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NC&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whispers to Raphael.&lt;/span&gt;) : "Throw the Zippo lighter down to show them how sturdy it is....!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;*Raphael baseball pitches NC's Zippo lighter down on the floor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Zippo Lighter breaks into 2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Class stunned and in silence....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NC walks up to Raphael.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NC&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;announces loudly to class.&lt;/span&gt;) : "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.... MY GROUPMATE RAPHAEL...! FASTER THAN A SPEEDING BULLET."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROFLMAOL.! EPIC PRESENTATION.&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/1522396028152581395-1632232021468306961?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/1632232021468306961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=1632232021468306961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/1632232021468306961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/1632232021468306961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-friend-raphael-koh-faster-than.html' title='My Friend Raphael Koh. Faster Than a Speeding Bullet.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-2233358759593295050</id><published>2010-02-10T22:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:38:48.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racial Stereotypes Exist For A Reason.</title><content type='html'>ROFL.! OK. EPIC NC MOMENT TODAY. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. I had my Ergonomics test earlier. And my AWESOME TEACHER, dropped a bomb on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"From which language does the word "Ergonomics" derives from.?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. French&lt;br /&gt;B. Latin&lt;br /&gt;C. Greek&lt;br /&gt;D. Italian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. WHO THE HELL WOULD EXPECT SOMETHING LIKE THAT IN AN ERGONOMICS TEST.?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MUAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. NC HAD TO USE HIS SUPER DETECTIVE INTUITION... (A.K.A. Hyper Stereotyping Racism.) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;AHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HMMM&lt;/span&gt;..... The French...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jamieatlas.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/stereotype.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 350px;" src="http://jamieatlas.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/stereotype.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NAH. They're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt; too caught up drinking wine, eating cheese and womanizing....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S3LAdz8UaGI/AAAAAAAAAUs/HB40KerwCqY/s1600-h/maar_FrenchWomenDrinkWine_01_v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 322px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S3LAdz8UaGI/AAAAAAAAAUs/HB40KerwCqY/s400/maar_FrenchWomenDrinkWine_01_v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436619318581553250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HMM&lt;/span&gt;... The Latins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.avemaria.edu/uploads/pagesfiles/218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.avemaria.edu/uploads/pagesfiles/218.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't those guys the literature freaks.? What the hell would they know about human anatomy, physiology and psychology..?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Italians...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geekalerts.com/u/mario-luigi-costumes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 470px;" src="http://www.geekalerts.com/u/mario-luigi-costumes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NAH. They're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt; to busy stuffing their face with pizza or something.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u178/Love2ridemyhd/food%20drinks%20and%20dancing/Italianmanwithapiazza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 514px;" src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u178/Love2ridemyhd/food%20drinks%20and%20dancing/Italianmanwithapiazza.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT MUST BE THE GREEKS.... ONLY THEY ARE THE SMART ONE OF THE LOT TO BE ABLE TO PULL THIS ERGONOMICS THING OFF..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpt4zB0sewc/SaGKEZ9ikTI/AAAAAAAADLg/aVRSGhh-B-o/s400/Eureka%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpt4zB0sewc/SaGKEZ9ikTI/AAAAAAAADLg/aVRSGhh-B-o/s400/Eureka%5B1%5D.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have BRILLIANT thinkers like Socrates... Archimedes.... Plato.... ITS DEFINITELY THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i slammed that down as my answer. Got home. Flipped the book open. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Booyah&lt;/span&gt;. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Its name comes from the Greek words &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ergon&lt;/span&gt; which means "work" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nomos&lt;/span&gt; which means law."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1522396028152581395-2233358759593295050?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/2233358759593295050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=2233358759593295050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/2233358759593295050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/2233358759593295050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/02/racial-stereotypes-exist-for-reason.html' title='Racial Stereotypes Exist For A Reason.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S3LAdz8UaGI/AAAAAAAAAUs/HB40KerwCqY/s72-c/maar_FrenchWomenDrinkWine_01_v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-6444436242766651974</id><published>2010-01-31T18:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:50:23.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow Away The Sands Of Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S2VdrtZ8BBI/AAAAAAAAAUk/NTdlO9jvNVA/s1600-h/vanden_vos_flip_clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S2VdrtZ8BBI/AAAAAAAAAUk/NTdlO9jvNVA/s400/vanden_vos_flip_clock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432851530996515858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please let the next two weeks pass fast.... I need an escape. A nice long one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-6444436242766651974?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/6444436242766651974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=6444436242766651974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/6444436242766651974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/6444436242766651974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/01/blow-away-sands-of-time.html' title='Blow Away The Sands Of Time.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S2VdrtZ8BBI/AAAAAAAAAUk/NTdlO9jvNVA/s72-c/vanden_vos_flip_clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-747418132350743105</id><published>2010-01-29T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T01:20:01.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Stress PAUL For All Design Students..!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S2HG09OxFYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/NirulzfjJZc/s1600-h/stress_hair_loss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S2HG09OxFYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/NirulzfjJZc/s400/stress_hair_loss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431841238677525890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing pretty much every SDN student is shitting their pants right now due to workload...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never really understood the concept of stressing... I guess I'm too laid back for my own good. WOULD BE FUCKING FUNNY AND IRONIC IF I FUCK THIS SEM UP.! ROFL.! NO SURPRISES IF I DO TO BE HONEST...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S2HFjNgmcPI/AAAAAAAAAUU/-KxnETL5d8U/s1600-h/Stress_Paul_Stress_Reliever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S2HFjNgmcPI/AAAAAAAAAUU/-KxnETL5d8U/s400/Stress_Paul_Stress_Reliever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431839834298020082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyways.... HERE'S A STRESS PAUL FOR YOU GUYS RIPPING YOUR HAIR OFF YOUR FOLLICLES. All the best..! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-747418132350743105?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/747418132350743105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=747418132350743105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/747418132350743105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/747418132350743105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/01/free-stress-paul-for-all-design.html' title='Free Stress PAUL For All Design Students..!!!'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S2HG09OxFYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/NirulzfjJZc/s72-c/stress_hair_loss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-8673733570556752991</id><published>2010-01-25T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:59:32.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek Logik.</title><content type='html'>Hokay. For those out there that watched The Big Bang Theory. Remember the "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k0xgjUhEG3U&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Friendship Algorithm&lt;/a&gt;" that Sheldon drew out..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what,  i found a REAL LIFE SHELDON. Kinda. Sorta... &gt;.&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/45310000/jpg/_45310368_garth_sundem_bbc226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 282px;" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/45310000/jpg/_45310368_garth_sundem_bbc226.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Garth Sundem  and his the author of Geek Logik. That book contains mathematical equations to answering the lil mundane questions in life. xD (Quite a good looking geek huh..? O.O..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PjDU7gFpro"&gt;"Do You Stand A Snowball's Chance In Hell With Her.?"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the featured question answers...! His a REAL LIFE SHELDON.! =O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-8673733570556752991?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8673733570556752991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=8673733570556752991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/8673733570556752991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/8673733570556752991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/01/geek-logik.html' title='Geek Logik.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-5170822013715753218</id><published>2010-01-25T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:38:42.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Creeper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S12Qt6XDecI/AAAAAAAAAUM/3BKfiqM0Lr8/s1600-h/Creeper_by_maisondezion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S12Qt6XDecI/AAAAAAAAAUM/3BKfiqM0Lr8/s400/Creeper_by_maisondezion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430655844113152450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... That emotional co-dependence is back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it.? Hate it.? Miss it.? Ah i don't know. I just know its scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-5170822013715753218?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/5170822013715753218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=5170822013715753218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/5170822013715753218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/5170822013715753218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/01/creeper.html' title='The Creeper.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S12Qt6XDecI/AAAAAAAAAUM/3BKfiqM0Lr8/s72-c/Creeper_by_maisondezion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-7731363128447344644</id><published>2010-01-25T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:10:31.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitten Off More Than He Could Chew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/09/images/060915-python-ewe_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 264px;" src="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/09/images/060915-python-ewe_big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH. Design saturation is a BITCH. I wish my noggin was a snake... That way it wouldn't be so effing clogged up. This is going to be a LONG NIGHT.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-7731363128447344644?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7731363128447344644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=7731363128447344644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7731363128447344644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7731363128447344644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/01/bitten-off-more-than-he-could-chew.html' title='Bitten Off More Than He Could Chew.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-9057808711732936361</id><published>2010-01-21T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:51:51.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S1hpwlnnCJI/AAAAAAAAAUE/YchEJgGcz2A/s1600-h/1261562499221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S1hpwlnnCJI/AAAAAAAAAUE/YchEJgGcz2A/s400/1261562499221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429205634248018066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG... IT'S BACK AGAIN.... THIS... THIS INSATIABLE URGE TO... DO PHOTOGRAPHY...! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : Please any kind stranger. GIVE ME A DSLR....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-9057808711732936361?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/9057808711732936361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=9057808711732936361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/9057808711732936361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/9057808711732936361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/01/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture Perfect.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S1hpwlnnCJI/AAAAAAAAAUE/YchEJgGcz2A/s72-c/1261562499221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-7644008313040907513</id><published>2010-01-19T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:58:08.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gospel Truth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S1WqiOfGgWI/AAAAAAAAAT8/WYW-hz8PsjM/s1600-h/Delusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S1WqiOfGgWI/AAAAAAAAAT8/WYW-hz8PsjM/s400/Delusion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428432430845821282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know whats worst than being delusional.? Knowing that you're delusional. Nothing like a good kick in the mental nuts. Haha.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-7644008313040907513?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7644008313040907513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=7644008313040907513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7644008313040907513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7644008313040907513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/01/gospel-of-truth.html' title='The Gospel Truth.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S1WqiOfGgWI/AAAAAAAAAT8/WYW-hz8PsjM/s72-c/Delusion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-898473009131648251</id><published>2010-01-16T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T01:08:01.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Spy With My Little E-WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S1CdpG2E19I/AAAAAAAAAT0/Q7qfyN0zgyM/s1600-h/IMG_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S1CdpG2E19I/AAAAAAAAAT0/Q7qfyN0zgyM/s400/IMG_0197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427010880519067602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah man.... I bought the wrong type of wax... I wanted MATT TYPE. Not MAT TYPE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... That explains the sudden urges to shuffle and buy jade... SIOLX... ROFL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-898473009131648251?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/898473009131648251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=898473009131648251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/898473009131648251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/898473009131648251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-spy-with-my-little-e-what-fuck-is_16.html' title='I Spy With My Little E-WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.?!'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S1CdpG2E19I/AAAAAAAAAT0/Q7qfyN0zgyM/s72-c/IMG_0197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-1270374352642389292</id><published>2010-01-16T00:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:48:01.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Spy With My Little E-WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S1CcHybmPQI/AAAAAAAAATs/h9PpU9ayY_I/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S1CcHybmPQI/AAAAAAAAATs/h9PpU9ayY_I/s400/IMG_0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427009208591990018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HMM..... I'm guessing they don't sell sanitary pads there huh...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-1270374352642389292?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/1270374352642389292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=1270374352642389292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/1270374352642389292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/1270374352642389292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-spy-with-my-little-e-what-fuck-is.html' title='I Spy With My Little E-WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.?!'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S1CcHybmPQI/AAAAAAAAATs/h9PpU9ayY_I/s72-c/IMG_0113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-7525707743774763319</id><published>2010-01-12T02:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T03:02:08.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelia Earhart The Thumbdrive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;THUMB DRIVES&lt;/span&gt;.... The Amelia Earhart/ Atlantis/ El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dorado&lt;/span&gt; of the electronic world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if we aren't having enough trouble trying to keep our already small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thumb drives&lt;/span&gt; from being lost. SOME GENIUSES CREATED A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;THUMB DRIVE&lt;/span&gt;... Smaller than a thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S0t0g-FgP3I/AAAAAAAAATk/hOHdXeXLfn4/s1600-h/elecom_mf-su2_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S0t0g-FgP3I/AAAAAAAAATk/hOHdXeXLfn4/s400/elecom_mf-su2_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425558285868613490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"The &lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.geeky-gadgets.com/tiny-gadgets-elecom-mf-su2-usb-thumb-drive/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Elecom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MF&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SU&lt;/span&gt;2 &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 94, 191) ! important; font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Trebuchet ms,sans-serif;font-size:13.3333px;"  &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(0, 94, 191); color: rgb(0, 94, 191) ! important; font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Trebuchet ms,sans-serif;font-size:13.3333px;color:transparent;"   &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;USB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="position: relative;" class="preLoadWrap" id="preLoadWrap0"&gt;&lt;div style="position: absolute; z-index: 4000; top: -32px; left: -18px; display: none;" id="preLoadLayer0"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; width: 22px; height: 22px;" src="http://kona.kontera.com/javascript/lib/imgs/grey_loader.gif" class="preloadImg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geeky-gadgets.com/tiny-gadgets-elecom-mf-su2-usb-thumb-drive/"&gt; Thumb Key&lt;/a&gt; measures 18mm by 15mm x 7mm and weighs in at a tiny 2.5g,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i ever have one of that, I'm going to need to implant that up my ass just so i don't lose it. And if i ever need to use it... Just squeeze a wee fart and HEY PRESTO.! Quaint huh.? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-7525707743774763319?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7525707743774763319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=7525707743774763319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7525707743774763319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7525707743774763319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/01/amelia-earhart-thumbdrive.html' title='Amelia Earhart The Thumbdrive.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S0t0g-FgP3I/AAAAAAAAATk/hOHdXeXLfn4/s72-c/elecom_mf-su2_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-8001876102154513378</id><published>2010-01-12T02:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T02:52:26.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defibrillated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S0twyVvmpNI/AAAAAAAAATU/c-egp223RDI/s1600-h/CepBasicsPresentation.004-001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S0twyVvmpNI/AAAAAAAAATU/c-egp223RDI/s400/CepBasicsPresentation.004-001.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425554186230473938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh my god... HIS NOT BREATHING.! SET UP THE DEFIBRILLATORS.! HURRY.! WE DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S0twx_44dbI/AAAAAAAAATE/bsaEXGy1S0A/s1600-h/22282623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S0twx_44dbI/AAAAAAAAATE/bsaEXGy1S0A/s400/22282623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425554180363810226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ONE... TWO.... THREE.... CLEAR.!"&lt;/span&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/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S0twyA83-AI/AAAAAAAAATM/WKeXWWlkpaI/s1600-h/73773259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S0twyA83-AI/AAAAAAAAATM/WKeXWWlkpaI/s400/73773259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425554180648990722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"BOOM.!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Machine whirs and slowly charge up for the next electric pulse..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S0ty7ZgeNeI/AAAAAAAAATc/02YdQvIc7z8/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S0ty7ZgeNeI/AAAAAAAAATc/02YdQvIc7z8/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425556540882826722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"OKAY.. HIS COMING TO... BACK OFF... GIVE THE MAN SOME AIR.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup... Imma try my BESTEST BEST TO BLOG MORE OFTEN... I don't want this blog to die...! D: So I'll try to make a mini post every now and then... STAY TUNE..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-8001876102154513378?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8001876102154513378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=8001876102154513378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/8001876102154513378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/8001876102154513378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2010/01/defibrillated.html' title='Defibrillated.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/S0twyVvmpNI/AAAAAAAAATU/c-egp223RDI/s72-c/CepBasicsPresentation.004-001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-3269150783647701918</id><published>2009-12-31T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:53:52.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution 2010...!</title><content type='html'>-Live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;del&gt;Try to start&lt;/del&gt; START jogging at least 3 times a week during Semester Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess... That's about it.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-3269150783647701918?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/3269150783647701918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=3269150783647701918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3269150783647701918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3269150783647701918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-resolution-2010.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution 2010...!'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-1938131723056974551</id><published>2009-12-29T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T14:41:44.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iLife.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.metrobloggen.se/UserFiles/18.42148/Image/tumblrkojksTgmqzpwio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 379px;" src="http://www.metrobloggen.se/UserFiles/18.42148/Image/tumblrkojksTgmqzpwio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life before the internet felt like &lt;a href="http://www.pockett.net/jeu_video/GBA/SG_Diffusion/The_Land_Before_Time/The%20Land%20Before%20Time%20ART.JPG"&gt;The Land Before Time&lt;/a&gt; huh.? Man... Trying to remember what we used to do before Youtube came out... Any idea anyone...?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-1938131723056974551?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/1938131723056974551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=1938131723056974551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/1938131723056974551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/1938131723056974551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/12/ilife.html' title='iLife.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-3685700891516204191</id><published>2009-11-29T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T03:03:18.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing Up The Cast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haute Couture&lt;br /&gt;Tailored To Look Like Humans&lt;br /&gt;Retarded Alien Avant Garde&lt;br /&gt;Mod to Personalise&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Aiming here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budget But Bitchin'&lt;br /&gt;Mod To Copy&lt;br /&gt;Jeans As Staple &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Stuck here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generic Dressing Fuckers&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(And here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand Whores&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Catalogue Carbon Copy&lt;br /&gt;Sloppy Bastards&lt;br /&gt;Clown Squads&lt;br /&gt;Bugis Street Princesses/Princes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lowest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. : Ah... We just got really bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1522396028152581395-3685700891516204191?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/3685700891516204191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=3685700891516204191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3685700891516204191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3685700891516204191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/11/climbing-up-cast.html' title='Climbing Up The Cast...'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-8749465011696550198</id><published>2009-11-28T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:36:37.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaded.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://web2.slc.qc.ca/jmc/w04/caffeine/caffeine%20junkie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 417px;" src="http://web2.slc.qc.ca/jmc/w04/caffeine/caffeine%20junkie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second all-nighter's in a row. Want to push on. Need to push on. Wished i didn't have to sleep. That way, i wouldn't have to stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-8749465011696550198?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8749465011696550198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=8749465011696550198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/8749465011696550198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/8749465011696550198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/11/jaded.html' title='Jaded.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-5317357354600943398</id><published>2009-11-26T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:26:17.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do We Change The World, Or Change Ourselves.?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fSQ5cisKoPc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Robbie Williams - Let Love Be Your Energy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy where's the sun gone from the sky?&lt;br /&gt;What did we do wrong, why did it die?&lt;br /&gt;And all the grown ups say 'sorry kids we got no reply'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're willing to change the world&lt;br /&gt;Let love be your energy&lt;br /&gt;I've got more than I need&lt;br /&gt;When your love shines down on me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6d8NULYQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Jg4IaPMDV5I/s1600/sd+fsdf.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6d8NULYQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Jg4IaPMDV5I/s400/sd+fsdf.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408433860210548994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. : ICSID turned me into a tree hugging hippy.&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/1522396028152581395-5317357354600943398?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/5317357354600943398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=5317357354600943398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/5317357354600943398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/5317357354600943398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-we-change-world-or-change-ourselves.html' title='Do We Change The World, Or Change Ourselves.?'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6d8NULYQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Jg4IaPMDV5I/s72-c/sd+fsdf.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-3888195424754229849</id><published>2009-11-23T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:19:02.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kings Of The Hill.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I swear, I'm going to climb that fucking hill with my bare hands and knock you guys down."&lt;/span&gt; - NC, 23th November 2009.&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/1522396028152581395-3888195424754229849?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/3888195424754229849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=3888195424754229849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3888195424754229849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3888195424754229849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/11/kings-of-hill.html' title='Kings Of The Hill.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-296567133888183380</id><published>2009-11-19T04:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T04:34:05.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerebral Diarrhea</title><content type='html'>OH fuck its been more then a month since i last posted... D: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.! CANNOT CANNOT.! MUST FULFILL MY NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION OF KEEPING THIS SHIT UP.!! =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Swipes away the layers of cobwebs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my excuse..? ER... My computers died on me. Only got a replacement after 2-3 weeks. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; all caught up with work for another few more weeks. Got a siesta earlier. Just finished my work. Still have some juice left. So i thought that i should make a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ER.... What should i post... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;... Haven't really thought this through huh.? So... ALRIGHT.! WE SHALL HAVE A POST ON BRAIN DIARRHEA.! =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna spam random shits from my mind..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stink and need a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy turned Monday from BLUE to YELLOW for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;, my leaky nose seems to have closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how to spell diarrhea and needed spell check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i remembered how to spell spaghetti.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for intro-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; Muse to me Fiona.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad for listening to ONLY Starlight by Muse for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My table's dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studio Project is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Colour Studies and Design History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a career, not a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays, ceramics room time till 10 pm again..?  =&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back aching from sitting too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remembered listening to Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kwok&lt;/span&gt; saying something bout stress on the Lumbar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did we used to do on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just used finished a whole bottle of white paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally made fun of me A LOT tonight. Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;carnivorous&lt;/span&gt; menses counting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;XO&lt;/span&gt; boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Looney&lt;/span&gt; Tunes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Looney&lt;/span&gt; Tunes when it is a cartoon and using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Looney&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Toons&lt;/span&gt; would be more apt.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't watched Nickelodeon, Disney Channel and Cartoon Network in a long time. Maybe I've finally outgrown them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a long day ahead of me. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went through the old pics of chilling with the Tablecloth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kias&lt;/span&gt;. Made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i too loud..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, Mandy was right.. My English is getting worst. Need. To. Talk. To. Her. More. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't seem to feel stress bout the workload in school... Should i feel stress bout not feeling stress...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;punky&lt;/span&gt; tomboys that fulfills the image of my fetish are lesbians...? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my cute, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;punky&lt;/span&gt; tomboy in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;over sized&lt;/span&gt; headphones and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hoody&lt;/span&gt;.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has the painted paper dried yet.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've hit a new league of redundancy. I painted white paper white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pack up my table and take a shower now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt this post is entertaining enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should i name this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerebral diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems apt.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;.! I spelled diarrhea right without using spell check.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-296567133888183380?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/296567133888183380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=296567133888183380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/296567133888183380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/296567133888183380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/11/cerebral-diarrhea.html' title='Cerebral Diarrhea'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-1352287206058237821</id><published>2009-10-02T16:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:31:12.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seems Like Breast Cancer Is The "IN" Disease...?</title><content type='html'>I was watching Oprah on the Hallmark Channel. Yes, i watched Oprah. There, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; said it . -.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anyhoo&lt;/span&gt;, IT'S BREAST CANCER AWARENESS MONTH....!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WOOHOO&lt;/span&gt;.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SsW9D8se6XI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xGw6xHW8zmU/s1600-h/breast-cancer-ribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SsW9D8se6XI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xGw6xHW8zmU/s400/breast-cancer-ribbon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387920404748626290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But did anyone of you had any FUCKING idea that last month was PROSTATE CANCER AWARENESS month...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.! I KNOW.?! NEITHER DID I.!!! I just found out that October is Nation Prostate Cancer Awareness month.! Don't we get a fucking blue ribbon or something OPRAH.?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SsW9ieu039I/AAAAAAAAASE/MmsceHqmLpM/s1600-h/prostate-cancer-ribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SsW9ieu039I/AAAAAAAAASE/MmsceHqmLpM/s400/prostate-cancer-ribbon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387920929281335250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sorry bout the dull picture for Prostate Cancer... It's hard to find a blue ribbon tied around a dick.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think the reason why there isn't much hype about prostate cancer as compared to breast cancer is simple. Breast cancer has a bigger death rate than prostate cancer. You know why.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause men play with themselves more than women, so they detect prostate cancer earlier than women. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;.! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's amazing how much difference in publicity both of these illnesses get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Estee&lt;/span&gt; Lauder got many countries to lit up national icons, such as the Tokyo Tower, hot pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SsXD3mf4__I/AAAAAAAAASM/mRysG3DQ7HM/s1600-h/2788302459_217f0e988a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SsXD3mf4__I/AAAAAAAAASM/mRysG3DQ7HM/s400/2788302459_217f0e988a_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387927889213194226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What about Prostate Cancer...? We don't even get blue hot dogs...!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;GRRR&lt;/span&gt;....! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SsXG0eIG5fI/AAAAAAAAASU/ckueMpXosXU/s1600-h/32-esq-hot-dog-072009-lg-12977109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SsXG0eIG5fI/AAAAAAAAASU/ckueMpXosXU/s400/32-esq-hot-dog-072009-lg-12977109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387931133961233906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well... In all seriousness, breast cancer is deadlier, more common  and harder to detect than prostate cancer, so ladies, perform a Mammogram or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BSE&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.sowetan.co.za/multimedia/pictures/breastselfexam.jpg"&gt;Breast Self Exam&lt;/a&gt;) whenever you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are unable to do either, you can always opt for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;NCEYB&lt;/span&gt; (NC Exam Your Boobies). That's the least i could do for you ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-1352287206058237821?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/1352287206058237821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=1352287206058237821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/1352287206058237821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/1352287206058237821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/10/seems-like-breast-cancer-is-in-disease.html' title='Seems Like Breast Cancer Is The &quot;IN&quot; Disease...?'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SsW9D8se6XI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xGw6xHW8zmU/s72-c/breast-cancer-ribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-3315824079292276665</id><published>2009-10-01T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:37:38.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Why I'm Going To Die Young.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SsSR2NSw0hI/AAAAAAAAARs/P0OvIT6iwhs/s1600-h/IMAGE_091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SsSR2NSw0hI/AAAAAAAAARs/P0OvIT6iwhs/s400/IMAGE_091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387591414709277202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.... My "Bachelor's meal"... Just starch and a shit load of meat... See you again in 3 days... *sniff  sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : Thanks for visiting me at work Amanda, Wei Chan and Nick...! Really made the last few days so much more better for me... Thanks.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Amanda, thanks for cooking meals for me... *sniff sniff* Ji TOUCHED yi xia worhs~ *Bend left and snaps* ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-3315824079292276665?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/3315824079292276665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=3315824079292276665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3315824079292276665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3315824079292276665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-why-im-going-to-die-young.html' title='This Is Why I&apos;m Going To Die Young.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SsSR2NSw0hI/AAAAAAAAARs/P0OvIT6iwhs/s72-c/IMAGE_091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-5306214677545907406</id><published>2009-09-22T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:44:26.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OG, The Subliminal Feminist Messenger.</title><content type='html'>I swear, if OG plays &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WuMmfDWMLgY"&gt;Destiny's Child - Independent Women&lt;/a&gt; one more time, i might just sprout a pair of boobs and develop a vagina to be a feminist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-5306214677545907406?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/5306214677545907406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=5306214677545907406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/5306214677545907406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/5306214677545907406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/09/og-subliminal-feminist-messenger.html' title='OG, The Subliminal Feminist Messenger.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-7743612769420541082</id><published>2009-09-05T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T11:33:11.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Work....! =/</title><content type='html'>Ah... Going to be work at OG Chinatown from the 17th - 30th of September this month....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday - Full shift. (1100 - 2130)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday - Morning shift. (1100 - 2030)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like no Hari Raya for me...!! =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-7743612769420541082?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7743612769420541082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=7743612769420541082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7743612769420541082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7743612769420541082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-work.html' title='Back To Work....! =/'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-7722009884372622972</id><published>2009-09-01T20:44:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:21:22.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The NC's Guide To Surviving The Hungry Ghost Festival.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sp0Y_FCAdhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0kI4bLeyHqc/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sp0Y_FCAdhI/AAAAAAAAAQM/0kI4bLeyHqc/s400/DSC00352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376481002111661586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a sudden urge to make a blog post, on something major that concerns all Singaporeans, after looking at the windows in my room... Looks pretty creepy eh.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, it's that time of the year again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sp0b9N5xErI/AAAAAAAAAQU/uxisY1FIo-c/s1600-h/where-got-ghost-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sp0b9N5xErI/AAAAAAAAAQU/uxisY1FIo-c/s400/where-got-ghost-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376484268668162738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The time of the year where Jack Neo would try milking the Singaporeans for all they're worth by releasing YET ANOTHER mo lei tau (Brainless in Cantonese) ghost movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sp0dNGdKQwI/AAAAAAAAAQc/4zWDmi4EihQ/s1600-h/209-306-taiwan-burning-buddhist-pot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sp0dNGdKQwI/AAAAAAAAAQc/4zWDmi4EihQ/s400/209-306-taiwan-burning-buddhist-pot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376485641058665218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The time of the year where people burn crap that SUPPOSEDLY will help their ancestors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez... Look at the amount of money they're burning.! No wonder Hell's suffering from hyper-inflation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate this bleeding custom man. It makes the air all hazy, and tends to give me a sore throat. The streets are filled with soot and ashes that you're NOT SUPPOSED TO STEP ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i couldn't really care less, but since it's a point i could use... IT'S BAD FOR THE EARTH... Tsk tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't they like, fucking make a ghost bank and burn them a fucking NETs card each.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. It saves paper. Lesser air pollution. Less labor, since all you need to do is burn a paper NETs card. The streets will be cleaner.! There you have it.! An NC solution.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ANYHOO... Back to the status quo.! I wanted to make a blog post on a tutorial. A tutorial filled with knowledge one needs to know to survive a ghostly encounter.! So I'll be listing a few of the more... PROMINENT figures in the Ghost World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't worry... I choose the LEAST SCARIEST photos for each of the ghosts. &gt;.&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pontianak_%28folklore%29"&gt;Pontianak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sp0jnRtoDEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/i-1SrrvZDLo/s1600-h/457163_f260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 351px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sp0jnRtoDEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/i-1SrrvZDLo/s400/457163_f260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376492687826881602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pontianak are women who died during childbirth and became undead, seeking revenge and terrorizing villages."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.! She kinda looks like one here... ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... Think about it, you're a chick. You've just spent like... 9 months lugging a baby in your belly. You start to go into labour. You're thinking, "Oh...! Finally,  its coming out.! Just one last push and I'll be rid of this pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're dead. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be seriously fucking PISSED if that happened to me too.! So how should you approach them.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sp0nbgInbII/AAAAAAAAAQs/bugNL7ohEcc/s1600-h/supernanny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sp0nbgInbII/AAAAAAAAAQs/bugNL7ohEcc/s400/supernanny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376496883586264194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SHOW THEM THE BAD SIDE OF BEING A PARENT.! That's fairly easy.! Just show them an episode of Super Nanny, and they'll be thanking god that they're dead.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Penanggalan"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Penanggalan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sp0oM_j2wvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qIBG4ax46_Q/s1600-h/Penang77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sp0oM_j2wvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/qIBG4ax46_Q/s400/Penang77.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376497733835604722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Penanggalan&lt;/span&gt; is a detached female head that is capable of flying about on its own. As it flies, the stomach and entrails dangle below it, and these organs twinkle like fireflies as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Penanggalan&lt;/span&gt; moves through the night."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;When facing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Penanggalan&lt;/span&gt;, all you need to do is say, "Man... I've just got a sudden craving for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kway&lt;/span&gt; Chap..." Then lick your lips and stare hungrily at her dangling organs.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orang_Minyak"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Orang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Minyak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sp0s1kUxN3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/UlL-Eg80JGw/s1600-h/Orang+Minyak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sp0s1kUxN3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/UlL-Eg80JGw/s400/Orang+Minyak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376502828945717106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Orang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Minyak&lt;/span&gt; is a supernatural being covered in black oil, cursed by the devil to rape 21 virgins in a week. The black oil allows him to move &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;stealthy&lt;/span&gt; in the night and makes it harder for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pursuers&lt;/span&gt; to capture him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cursed by the devil.? That dude is BLESSED BEYOND WORDS man.! How many people do you know, has a LEGIT reason to rape 21 virgins in A WEEK. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again... The devil didn't really specify the GENDER of the VIRGINS... =O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... Any idea what to do in the event you're confronted by an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Orang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Minyak&lt;/span&gt;.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;STOP.! Time's up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His a NAKED man, covered in BLACK OIL. You set his FREAKING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;WEINER&lt;/span&gt; on FIRE OF COURSE.! Trust me, he wouldn't need to cover himself in black oil to move &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;stealthy&lt;/span&gt; in the night after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; through with him. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pocong"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Pocong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sp0wNkpHFeI/AAAAAAAAARE/YqSZJQORXOo/s1600-h/dsc_5637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sp0wNkpHFeI/AAAAAAAAARE/YqSZJQORXOo/s400/dsc_5637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376506539882780130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;pocong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is a ghost that is said to be the soul of a dead person trapped in their suit. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;pocong&lt;/span&gt; suit  is used by Muslims to cover the body of the dead person."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on.. You have got to be kidding... His stuck in the god damn suit, how the hell is he going to outrun you.?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sp0yCGV43dI/AAAAAAAAARM/ra_C1bh3Iuo/s1600-h/image1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sp0yCGV43dI/AAAAAAAAARM/ra_C1bh3Iuo/s400/image1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376508541793787346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;fuck's&lt;/span&gt; sake, be a nice citizen and help a stuck man... I'm sure Courtesy Lion agrees with me. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Hantu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Tetek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sp0zYLzl1zI/AAAAAAAAARU/Hsjft-_PLVU/s1600-h/52421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 379px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sp0zYLzl1zI/AAAAAAAAARU/Hsjft-_PLVU/s400/52421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376510020729296690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Translates as Ghost Breast. This ghost is a female with huge breasts which is said to use it to suffocate her victims."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.! And ladies, FYI, big isn't always good.... Small can be cute.! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, come on, think about it. She has HUGE breasts. Those things gives MAJOR lower back ACHES man....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she isn't trying to strangle you with her boobies....! She's just HANDING them OVER to YOU to lighten her load, but they are so unfortunately large that it suffocates you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; her a bra with good support, or a voucher for a breast down size surgery from Dr Woffles Wu and she'll leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toyol"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Toyol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sp04cY9ZLnI/AAAAAAAAARc/xcbbLkdML0E/s1600-h/minime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sp04cY9ZLnI/AAAAAAAAARc/xcbbLkdML0E/s400/minime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376515590537686642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It is a small child spirit invoked by a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;bomoh&lt;/span&gt; (Malay witch doctor) from a dead human foetus using black magic."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Urgh&lt;/span&gt;, just throw the dam kid a Happy Meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.! That's about it, all the advise i have to offer.! 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Grade for ICA3‏</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi Nicholas,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;My comments as follows:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;- Your topic is something that's currently being debated&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;- You mentioned statistics, but should put on powerpoint for audience to see and also shows that you found evidence to support your points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;- Presentation showed logical thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Interesting layouts of slides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Fluent and good verbal skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style=""&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style=""&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style=""&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Grade: A-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Ms Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... What do i have to say...? THE MINUS DAM UGLY LEH.! LOL.! xD IT'S LIKE A CHIO BU WITH A BITCH's ATTITUDE LA.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-4203168923530085267?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/4203168923530085267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=4203168923530085267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/4203168923530085267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/4203168923530085267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/08/comms-skills-feedback-grade-for-ica3.html' title='Comms Skills: Feedback &amp; Grade for ICA3‏'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-8662894607578516994</id><published>2009-08-27T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:27:40.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkpoint 1 of Poly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.... Semester 1 has passed... Waiting for my results... Feeling nonchalant bout it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like doing a review on the past semester for my own sake. So... Lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project Studio 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DNT&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; man.! I like this module.! Not very satisfied bout my outcome tho... Didn't know a mock-up doesn't need to be like the actual designed product... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TSK&lt;/span&gt;. If not i go make my "Hands" in 3D out of Blue Foam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;loh&lt;/span&gt;.! ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Design Methodology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean to sound like a nerd but... THIS MODULE IS DOPE MAN.! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt;.! Learned so much new stuff from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;STF&lt;/span&gt;.! And the stuff we learned are effing useful too.! Not much homework, no test, interesting content. What else can i say.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Material Studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. MY. GHEE. This module is DRY.... Useful, but BORING. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;URGH&lt;/span&gt;. And the test... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic type&lt;br /&gt;1 = PET&lt;br /&gt;2= &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LDPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 = PVC&lt;br /&gt;4 = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HDPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 = PP&lt;br /&gt;6 = PS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low carbon steel = 0.1-0.3% carbon. Used to make nuts and bolts.&lt;br /&gt;Mid carbon steel = 0.3-0.7% carbon. Used to make structural reinforcements.&lt;br /&gt;High carbon steel = 0.7-1.5% carbon. Used to make cutting tools.&lt;br /&gt;Cast iron = 2-4% carbon. Used to make vice clamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this remembered for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drawing Studio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.! Boring as hell.! but helped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAALLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOT&lt;/span&gt;. With my drawing... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;... the difference  is like... @%# ^#$^%#% #@RWESFSD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colour Studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.! I pretty much slacked through this module.! =X All last-minute-all-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nighter&lt;/span&gt; kind of work. =X But i can match colours better now.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3D Forms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;.! I WANT A POTTER'S WHEEL AND A KILN AND CLAY AND TOOLS.! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Freaking RELAX module la.! No homework. No test. Just play with clay. And you get marks. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;TADAAA&lt;/span&gt;.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Workshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL.! Bloody module make me pull all-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nighters&lt;/span&gt; for EVERY ASSIGNMENTS they have. But... Pretty satisfied with the outcome of my work. Not sure how this module helps tho.? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Communication Skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty easy, straight forward module. Key learning point.? Learn to CRAP. CRAP and back up with more CRAP. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; good at crapping ;D =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.! Lets see what my results will be then.! Not that bad of a semester overall i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-8662894607578516994?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8662894607578516994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=8662894607578516994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/8662894607578516994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/8662894607578516994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/08/hmmm.html' title='Checkpoint 1 of Poly.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-3195556539312823928</id><published>2009-08-27T03:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:53:39.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My SGForum T-Shirt Design Submission.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SpWIZVj44OI/AAAAAAAAAP0/mbE9ZWWoz7w/s1600-h/Submission+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SpWIZVj44OI/AAAAAAAAAP0/mbE9ZWWoz7w/s400/Submission+front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374351699202334946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SpWIZ7EG82I/AAAAAAAAAP8/kqN9oXBEQUE/s1600-h/Submission+Back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SpWIZ7EG82I/AAAAAAAAAP8/kqN9oXBEQUE/s400/Submission+Back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374351709269586786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SpZJbV2h74I/AAAAAAAAAQE/1mF0s0-LeN4/s1600-h/Submission+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SpZJbV2h74I/AAAAAAAAAQE/1mF0s0-LeN4/s400/Submission+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374563939384422274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.! I was so effing bored that i took part in this &lt;a href="http://sgforums.com/forums/8/topics/367572"&gt;SGForum T-shirt Design Competition&lt;/a&gt;.!!! I'm not even TEMPTED by the prize.!!! =.=....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what A LOT of Oolong Tea at midnight does to you... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : I submitted this blog post only because i needed somewhere to upload my picture. xD Lazy as hell to make a Photobucket Account... D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-3195556539312823928?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/3195556539312823928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=3195556539312823928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3195556539312823928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3195556539312823928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-sgforum-t-shirt-design-submission.html' title='My SGForum T-Shirt Design Submission.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SpWIZVj44OI/AAAAAAAAAP0/mbE9ZWWoz7w/s72-c/Submission+front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-6397896110544444478</id><published>2009-08-25T19:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:53:11.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Penny For MY Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>AH... It's been awhile hasn't it...? xD To those who've been popping by and checking out for updates.... Ah I'm sorry...! ^^" *cough* SHAUN *cough* HAHAHA.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that, I've been really busy and been up to my neck with the workload of my course. But now that the holidays are here... It's like... The extreme opposite. Day after day, i actually have to rack my brains on how to spend the day. But, I've got a lil mini project in mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i don't wanna give up on my New Year's Resolution of keeping this blog alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOO... I was thinking that i could make a post full of my random thoughts lately. That should bore you out...! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately i've been thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If i don't wear my glasses, would i be able to see a ghost faraway.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The age old question of "If a tree falls down in a forest and there's no one there to hear it, does it make a sound.?" is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How high am i on your list on priorities.? I'm not too optimistic about the answer from how things have been with us lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Does Luffy from One Piece ever gets constipated.? On one hand... His made of rubber... And his intestines and butt hole stretch... On the other hand... HE EATS A LOT OF MEAT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How many people seriously think that the world is going to end on December 21, 2012.? I'm skeptical about it personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm starting to enjoy the feeling of my muscle aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I hate how modern feminist wannabes finds the word "Independence" synonymous with "Singlehood". That's just being a dumbass conformist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I really need to start watching the show Psych. IT'S SO FUNNY.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I hate how some people would go against anything just because they don't wanna be labelled a conformist. "You = Stupid" if you did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I hate being "Active" all the time, sometimes i just wanna be "Passive", sit on my ass and let things come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Will my Mummeh really follow through with her plans, and have me eating Beetroot burgers while watching Rove and Ruby Rose on the telly in a few years time....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I miss the old crowd, but I feel like I've been living in the past tho. Need to stop that and get on with times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What ever happened to the good old song writers that wrote songs about "Making love", not "Banging chicks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Maroon 5 should have named their albums "Songs About &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVING SEX WITH&lt;/span&gt; Jane" and "It Won't Be Soon Before Long &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TILL I CUM&lt;/span&gt;". Bunch of horny song writers... I like their songs tho =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I hope Robbie Williams doesn't sell out and reverts to his old style in his new album Reality Killed The Video Star...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "I'm A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here".? I haven't heard the names of more than half the contestants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A lot of people need to get their undies out their butt cracks... Quit being so uptight. CHILL.... Listen to some Sugar Ray and Weezers...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP THINKING I'M A CHICK.?! SERIOUSLY.?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, the Mangaka of Shaman King finally got up on his ass and remake a decent ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I still can't spell Arnold Swarzenegger. Ah fuck.. Governor of California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On the other hand, i haven't screwed up the spelling for Spaghetti for a LONG LONG time.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And i haven't messed up my "Then" and "Than".!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't enjoy Facebook "fishing" like some people i know... &gt;.&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I really like the song Sweet Lady - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Supercharango&lt;/span&gt; from the Magnum commercials.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;voiceover&lt;/span&gt; done for Chopper in One Piece at some parts of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Enies&lt;/span&gt; Lobby arc SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What's the big fucking deal about Emma Watson's wardrobe malfunction.? All she did was adjusted her dress and flashed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; pantie.? See.! She's classy enough to wear under garments.! *COUGH* Paris Hilton &amp;amp; Britney Spears.! *COUGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I wanna get back on the Potter's Wheel...!!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Percy  from Percy Jackson should have gotten Tyson to like make a full body greek armor that pops up from a pendent or a belt buckle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The eyebrow thingy from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cadbury&lt;/span&gt; Advertisement was fake... &lt;!--3 A lil bit of me died when i found out...&lt;br--&gt;A part of me died when i found out... &lt;!--3&lt;br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.! Lets see who managed to read all this.! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-6397896110544444478?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/6397896110544444478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=6397896110544444478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/6397896110544444478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/6397896110544444478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/08/penny-for-my-thoughts.html' title='A Penny For MY Thoughts.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-5657573543339606908</id><published>2009-08-06T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:13:41.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One In A Million</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SXiecZtAniA"&gt;Bodyjar - One in a Million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes when I'm driving in my car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wish that you could take the wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But you're not there, It's so unfair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What if I hit that dog again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sometimes when I'm lying in my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I let these voices in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Influence me, to some degree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now I'm not sure of anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wish you knew what I was thinking of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can't believe what I've been thinking of...&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/1522396028152581395-5657573543339606908?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/5657573543339606908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=5657573543339606908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/5657573543339606908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/5657573543339606908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-in-million.html' title='One In A Million'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-6138812597302050052</id><published>2009-07-23T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:13:50.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ego That Keeps My Head Above Torrential Waters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;And Lucian said, "Fuck reading biographies. You'll be reading mine.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.! Oh man.... I'm up to my fucking neck with works and projects.!!! But i guess, that's what i hate and love bout Industrial Design... Love what i'm doing, too much fucking things to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing keeping me floating above that sea of workload.? The ego-inflated head. Works surprisingly well as a float... XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time an assignment is given, i'll intentionally say the ever so familiar phrase of mine. "Mo Man Tai." It's not an attempt to show off, neither is it an attempt to show that it is a piece of cake to me. It's a challenge i issue to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying something like that so confidently... I better fucking make sure i get the work done well. xD Cause if i don't, that would be FUCKING EMBARASSING. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sort of my way to live by a saying of Muhammad Ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's not bragging if you can do it." - Muhammad Ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i've got nothing else to say, fucking brain drained ATM cause i've been doing some workshop work. Will be back with newer posts ASAP. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-6138812597302050052?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/6138812597302050052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=6138812597302050052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/6138812597302050052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/6138812597302050052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/07/ego-that-keeps-my-head-above-torrential.html' title='The Ego That Keeps My Head Above Torrential Waters.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-2966137510695643427</id><published>2009-07-09T19:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:38:42.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drying A Deluge Of Tears With A Paper Napkin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SlXknzFH04I/AAAAAAAAAPs/4a2OFBunf8E/s1600-h/Gregory+Monta%C3%B1o_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SlXknzFH04I/AAAAAAAAAPs/4a2OFBunf8E/s400/Gregory+Monta%C3%B1o_image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356438704204796802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHjT3CHvg-c"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crowded House - Don't Dream It's Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the papers today,&lt;br /&gt;Tales of wars and of waste.&lt;br /&gt;But you turn right over to the T.V. page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is filled with turmoil, avarice, rage and countless other negativity. Majority of us turn a blind eye to it, whilst the minority fret and grieve. While most posts like this covers the majority, this post is dedicated to the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear minorities, Don't wallow in the wrong-doings of humanity, it's too much for one to take. It would be like drying a deluge of tears with a paper napkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hate the game, don't hate the players either. Cause if you did, it just adds up to the numerous other negativity already present. Hate doesn't breed hope and it isn't the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there and bitching bout how the world is so fucked up sure as hell won't get you anyway. Just realize that at the end of the day, you'll be the one looking back and judging how happy and fulfilling your life was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SlXknv3IqcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/7VsM000bsBw/s1600-h/3d_art_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SlXknv3IqcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/7VsM000bsBw/s400/3d_art_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356438703340825026" 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/1522396028152581395-2966137510695643427?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/2966137510695643427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=2966137510695643427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/2966137510695643427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/2966137510695643427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/07/drying-deluge-of-tears-with-paper.html' title='Drying A Deluge Of Tears With A Paper Napkin.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SlXknzFH04I/AAAAAAAAAPs/4a2OFBunf8E/s72-c/Gregory+Monta%C3%B1o_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-8530199862212259438</id><published>2009-07-05T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:27:33.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shawn Toh VS NC</title><content type='html'>Shawn Toh says, : "More than 5 months.!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NC says, : "Less than 5 months.!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winner get any bubble tea of choice.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in for results soon~~~ ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-8530199862212259438?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8530199862212259438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=8530199862212259438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/8530199862212259438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/8530199862212259438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/07/shawn-toh-vs-nc.html' title='Shawn Toh VS NC'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-6932778148637241014</id><published>2009-07-04T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:58:46.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstinence From Facebook.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"From this day forth, I, NC shall not log in to Facebook for another month. Failure to do so shall result in nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. What do you expect....? Me giving everyone a treat.? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, NC Jr and Lucian just had a quarrel. Lucian reckons that NC Jr is addicted to Facebook. NC Jr begs to differ. So as an effort to prove our dear Lucian wrong, NC Jr is going to stay away from Facebook for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time i will be allowed to log on to my Facebook account. It would be on the 4th of August 2009, 1930 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'll be doing more blogging...! We'll be back with a nice post soon.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-6932778148637241014?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/6932778148637241014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=6932778148637241014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/6932778148637241014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/6932778148637241014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/07/abstinence-from-facebook.html' title='Abstinence From Facebook.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-1318678503721920225</id><published>2009-06-26T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:48:32.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson - Gone Too Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0mcxmCGetI"&gt;Michael Jackson - Gone Too Soon &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here One Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gone One Night"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me so long to get this post out. I just sat in front of my laptop with a blank countenance. Trying to figure out how to go about doing this little tribute to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;. So i just thought of going through all the songs by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; that i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little by little, bits of memory come back. And it seems that every song has a short story behind it. Never saw myself as a fanatic, but I'm seriously thinking of it.! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=A34A47F6217F69F6"&gt;Michael Jackson - Ghosts (The Movie)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the first ever memory i have of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;. I remember watching this on the telly when i was really young, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt; in Kindergarten.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sucha&lt;/span&gt; coward back then, i never did shy away from this movie. In fact, i found myself laughing at the goofy behaviour of his "family" of zombies. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure this very movie was the culprit that spawned my liking for jesters. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Maybe not the normal zombie jesters.... But Michael Jackson's zombie jesters. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely LOVED every song in the movie. 2 Bad... Ghosts... Is It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Scarey&lt;/span&gt;.? And this totally kicks Thriller's ass in my opinion. Thriller's kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;overrated&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you're going to want this download &lt;a href="http://85.25.129.197/$sitepreview/stephenkingshortmovies.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; after you watched it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tICestGPPbs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Jackson, The Jackson 5 Years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Back when he was so cute... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVSYJXpD2_E"&gt;Jackson 5 - I Want You Back&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-16fDpOW948"&gt;Jackson 5 - ABC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYVT3Gg_rek"&gt;Jackson 5 - I'll Be There &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=snihdG1rE0Y"&gt;Jackson 5 - Never Can Say Goodbye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C65H85oQArY"&gt;Jackson 5 - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Rockin&lt;/span&gt;' Robin &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C65H85oQArY"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRbPbTeCcPY"&gt;Jackson 5 - Ben&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vjW1iq4IO2k"&gt;Jackson 5 - Blame It On The Boogie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HrPTDU40hO4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Michael Jackson - Don't Stop Till You Get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Enough&lt;/span&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;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xg0AsWruz4k"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xg0AsWruz4k"&gt;Michael Jackson - Wanna Be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Startin&lt;/span&gt; Something&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y96mdVTMByk"&gt;Michael Jackson feat. Paul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mccartney&lt;/span&gt; - The Girl Is Mine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(Funniest love triangle EVER. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hOj5H5W9zYo"&gt;Michael Jackson - Thriller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(Nice. Nice but seriously overrated.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4tS2S-odKc"&gt;Michael Jackson feat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Fergie&lt;/span&gt; - Beat It&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(I really really like the newer rendition more.!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l74Y_p6or00"&gt;Michael Jackson - Billie Jean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YNatqCzF_Ns"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Malaysian guy just ruined it for me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACPsfcsg4ZE"&gt;Michael Jackson - Bad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ex30DYwQlHU"&gt;Michael Jackson - Smooth Criminal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqMSnigL0aA"&gt;Michael Jackson - Heal The World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YVoJ6OO6lR4"&gt;Michael Jackson - Black or White&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(With little Macaulay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Culkin&lt;/span&gt;.!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PvYygjcMDdQ"&gt;Michael Jackson - Will You Be There&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cC1TTz2bMmM"&gt;Michael Jackson - Dangerous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QxkVaYlrfh8"&gt;Michael Jackson - Scream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(Shorty Get Loose copied This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;MV&lt;/span&gt;.!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9DDTiPzJCk"&gt;Michael Jackson - You Are Not Alone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVJscGa5vbc"&gt;Michael Jackson - Childhood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HfuD8Uj5OsM"&gt;Michael Jackson - 2Bad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Although i heard these songs when i was younger. I guess the only time where i really listened to them seriously was with Mandy. We pretty much squander HOURS listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; for one period in Secondary 3. So much for doing homework and studying huh.? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sad thing about his passing is, he was ready. Was going to make a comeback, and he just... Left.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;But, I'm just glad, he died with the resolve to actually make a comeback &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;despite&lt;/span&gt; of all the media and people dissing him. Yes,  i admit. I did joke about the child molestation thing once in awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; But honestly, i couldn't really give a rats ass. He can be a midget with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;bestiality&lt;/span&gt; fetish for all i care. Fact remains that he was fucking good at what he does. Making good music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;He was the King of Pop. He was the one who bridged the gap between Old School Hip Hop and Pop. Creating a new era for Hip Hop. You think Hip Hop like the Black Eyed Peas existed before his era.? No. It was all Old School Hip Hop like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Tupac&lt;/span&gt;, Notorious Big, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Was really looking forward to seeing some new material but i guess its not going to happen. Doesn't matter. His passing just made his old material more precious. I guess it's true what they say, " You don't miss your water till the well runs dry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;He passed on with our anticipations of a comeback, but he left a legacy of new performers. He'll still be missed, no doubt. Cause his ass is the only one that fits the throne for the King of Pop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Thanks for the memories &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-1318678503721920225?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/1318678503721920225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=1318678503721920225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/1318678503721920225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/1318678503721920225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-gone-too-soon.html' title='Michael Jackson - Gone Too Soon'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-8007158363540706338</id><published>2009-06-25T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:37:20.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>James 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yet, no one can tame the tongue. It is an uncontrollable evil filled with deadly poison." - James 3:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words imparted to me by Teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Poh&lt;/span&gt; Gin since Kindergarten. Stuck with me till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's apparent to me that many people need to start reading &lt;a href="http://pnt.biblecommenter.com/james/3.htm"&gt;James 3 of the Bible&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere around me,  i see politics. I see how the need to express vindictive thoughts fuck everything up. How the insatiable urge to share certain information sour relationships. Endless cycle of hatred spawns from these very acts. And yet, people just don't seem to see the gravity of the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="btext"&gt;&lt;span class="smalltext"&gt;"Look at the ships also, though they are so great and are driven by strong winds, are still directed by a very small rudder wherever the inclination of the pilot desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." - James 3:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What may seem like a casual conversation and a topic to speak about to burn time to them, may very well alter the courses of inter relationships between their peers. But do they see that.? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="btext"&gt;&lt;span class="smalltext"&gt;"So also the tongue is a small part of the body, and yet it boasts of great things. See how great a forest is set aflame by such a small fire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" - James 3:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their self-centered-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; managed to cloud their sight. Giving them an emotional version of near-sighted-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;. And at the end of all these, the very essence of this encounter or incident hasn't been drilled into their numb skulls. They move on to commit the very same mistake.&lt;span class="btext"&gt;&lt;span class="smalltext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="btext"&gt;&lt;span class="smalltext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, there is something i would have to beg to differ with the Bible. I refuse to believe that no MAN can tame the tongue on his own without the "divine intervention" of His Holiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is a pinch empathy. A spoon of sensitivity. And a cup of love. Too bad not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everybody's&lt;/span&gt; a cook i guess...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-8007158363540706338?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8007158363540706338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=8007158363540706338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/8007158363540706338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/8007158363540706338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/06/james-3.html' title='James 3'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-3261467429477335410</id><published>2009-06-12T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:14:53.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To whom it may concern...</title><content type='html'>This is a long overdue post. I hope this post finds you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear "Tablecloth Secondary", remember how you made us buy that fucked up ugly ass brown shoe that just breaks apart after a month of use, only to remove it from our dress code after tons of complains. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how you force the guys to wear that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FUGLY&lt;/span&gt; leather belt and tie.? Well... You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt; thought it didn't matter cause our uniform couldn't get any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FUGLIER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the reason we got ridiculed by our peers from other schools. And you were the reason we got complements from the older generations for having such "GROOVY" uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made a corny ass school song that got us cringing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt; at every line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you hired a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;naggy&lt;/span&gt; old lady to burn 45 minutes of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lives&lt;/span&gt; each day rambling on and on and on about stuff we honestly don't give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Shin, you made me coughed like crazy because i tried to imitate the way you laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember laughing like crazy at the most retard stuff ever. Tan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Teck&lt;/span&gt; Nam's Hamburger. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yushan's&lt;/span&gt; "Do you masturbate.?" Sang Shy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Diba&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Promiscuous&lt;/span&gt; "Sister Star". "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Zhao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ren&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're like the twin sister i never had and never will have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mandy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;skiving&lt;/span&gt; off Maths class will never be as fun without you. Yes yes, you weren't crying. You were TEARING. Nevertheless, the Drink Store &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt; would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt; thank you if she knew why i was buying tissues from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not matter what the topic is, be it Craig David, Danny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Bhoy&lt;/span&gt; or Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Chong&lt;/span&gt;. I'll always have to ready myself for a JINX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're THE bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Reen&lt;/span&gt;, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;... Nothing to say la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.! Well, you're the naive one i love to play with, and get your mind all messed up. Even though i don't deserve it, you trust me, and i appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;POA&lt;/span&gt; buddy.! Laughing in Mr Hay's class till we fail. Sorry for dropping out of it and letting you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the cream of the Noisy-Mat-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Minah&lt;/span&gt; crop. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Wilson, the word colourless has never been the same for me since that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one with all the fucked up ideas, and an ego larger than life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the Lao Ti &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Ko&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Boonhow&lt;/span&gt;, walking with you is like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt;-workout. Laughing is a workout with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Vanilla Coke on your underwear.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the Potato Feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jasper, go on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Diet Coke and Red Wine.? Well, now that your memory is proven to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Remember to go on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Fat Pastor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Desmond, I've recently met up with someone louder and more lamer than you. You should meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hit the joke jackpot. Once in a blue baboon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Radio Stuck Between Two Channels with the Broken Volume Knob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Neh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Neh&lt;/span&gt;, remember how you always freak out during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;DNT&lt;/span&gt;.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss hitting your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt; Girl with the Plastic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Butterknife&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Timucin&lt;/span&gt;, Water balloons + Fans = Epic Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the guy with the Fucked Up Version of the name Tim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone i missed out, thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-3261467429477335410?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/3261467429477335410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=3261467429477335410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3261467429477335410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3261467429477335410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title='To whom it may concern...'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-2382174584693857956</id><published>2009-06-03T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:31:33.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going To Do This Shit. MY WAY. &gt;=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-N0yB24M7VM"&gt;Rascal Flatts - Stand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cause when push comes to shove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You taste what you're made of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You might bend, till you break,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause its all you can take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; On your knees you look up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Decide you've had enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You get mad you get strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wipe your hands shake it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then you stand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, I wanted to just... Give it all up. Nothing seems to be going right. But you know what.? I'm back~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't think out of the box, when the box was meant for people like you." xD I seriously want to start living by this quote. But first,  i need the substance to back the mouth. Like Ali. Just like Ali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_wOCQ8f_Dg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;R. Kelly - The World's Greatest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If anybody asks you who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just stand up tall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Look 'em in the face and say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm that star up in the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm that mountain peak up high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hey, I made it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm the world's greatest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'm that little bit of hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When my back's against the ropes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can feel it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm the world's greatest&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here on out, it's going to be MY WAY. I'm not going to waste 3 fucking years doing what has been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to find myself. And it is going to be fucking awesome. This is going to be a little vow to myself.  m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PwlW9G40nbk"&gt;Will Smith - Lost &amp;amp; Found&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"FOUND Is ESCO, dead PREZ and them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FOUND Is Lauren Hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FOUND Is Rakim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FOUND Can be you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you felt the message and ask yourself this question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why should I try to sound like yall sound.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's what's wrong wit the rap game right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why should I try to flow the way yall flow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or do a show like yall show,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naw that ain't where my head at now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yall in the hip hop lost and found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Man, that's wrong with the rap game right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Man it's like a circus wit a bunch of clowns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wit a bunch of clicks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll probably rap circles around."&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/1522396028152581395-2382174584693857956?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/2382174584693857956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=2382174584693857956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/2382174584693857956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/2382174584693857956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-going-to-do-this-shit-my-way-d.html' title='I&apos;m Going To Do This Shit. MY WAY. &gt;=D'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-8667430924458940279</id><published>2009-06-01T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:47:04.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want To Drift Away Too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_iE-fWs4GFk&amp;amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;Uncle Kracker - Drift Away&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after day I'm more confused&lt;br /&gt;Yet I look for the light&lt;br /&gt;Through the pourin' rain&lt;br /&gt;You know that's a game that I hate to lose&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling the strain&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul&lt;br /&gt;I want to get lost in your rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;And drift away&lt;br /&gt;[repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning to think that I'm wasting time&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the things I do&lt;br /&gt;The world outside looks so unkind&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm counting on you&lt;br /&gt;To carry me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul&lt;br /&gt;I want to get lost in your rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;And drift away&lt;br /&gt;[repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when my mind is free&lt;br /&gt;You know a melody can move me&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;The guitar's coming through to soothe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the joy that you're given me&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know I believe in your song&lt;br /&gt;Your rhythm and rhyme and harmony&lt;br /&gt;You've helped me along&lt;br /&gt;Makin' me strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul&lt;br /&gt;I want to get lost in your rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;And drift away&lt;br /&gt;[repeat]&lt;br /&gt;Na, na, now won't ya&lt;br /&gt;Won't ya take, oh ha ..take me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-8667430924458940279?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8667430924458940279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=8667430924458940279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/8667430924458940279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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medicine...'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-2427908512919704562</id><published>2009-05-03T01:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:59:58.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Miss...? You're Not Odor-able...</title><content type='html'>Before i continue writing this post, I'd like to thank you guys for being so supportive of my previous post. NOT.! -.=... I've yet to have eaten my corn dog. &gt;.&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jokerreport.typepad.com/blog/images/2007/10/29/corndog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://jokerreport.typepad.com/blog/images/2007/10/29/corndog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the status quo.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you're sitting in the bus. A lady boards up the bus and walks along the aisle. You take your eyes off the scenery outside the window to glance at her. She looks like your average plain Jane. Nothing about her seems to catch your attention. Not until she was a few meters from you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PUNGENT &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;SICKLY SWEET&lt;/span&gt; SCENT INVADES YOUR NOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure most of you have experienced something similar to this. And I'm totally bitching about it cause i hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sickly sweet scents tend to make me feel nauseous. And my nose gets all sneeze-y  when in the presence of strong perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ac-nancy-metz.fr/enseign/anglais/Henry/throw_up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.ac-nancy-metz.fr/enseign/anglais/Henry/throw_up.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being sexist and all but... This seems to be more common among the females... &gt;.&gt;... In fact, i never really experienced this with a man before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because men's perfume/deodorant/cologne doesn't tend to smell sweet so even if it's pungent. It doesn't bother me that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But LADIES... Ladies who wears too much perfume... You too much money ar.?! -.= Obviously you haven't heard of the saying, "Sometimes, a little goes a long way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's perfume for god's sake, not freaking miracle water. If what you planned to do was to attract men... Sorry, it's just not working. Pepe Le Pew has more of a chance than you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Pepe-Le-Pew-pepe-le-pew-756051_200_168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Pepe-Le-Pew-pepe-le-pew-756051_200_168.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of you actually like the smell, that's why you're wearing it, but PLEASE... Don't kill half the human population with your "extracts-of-all-the-sweet-stuff-in-nature-that-doesn't-belong-together-in-one" scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder how on earth people like you apply perfumes. I mean... How much can you spray from that squirting thingy without noticing it's too much.?! Or do you apply perfume using a Super Soaker.?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.sscentral.org/makes/cps2000_prototype.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://images.sscentral.org/makes/cps2000_prototype.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you trying to mask your body odor or water your armpits with perfume.?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i can't think of any other stuff to diss these people with since it's freaking 2 in the morning and i'm tired. xD CIAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-2427908512919704562?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/2427908512919704562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=2427908512919704562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/2427908512919704562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/2427908512919704562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-miss-youre-not-odor-able.html' title='Hey Miss...? You&apos;re Not Odor-able...'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-9204547506446174701</id><published>2009-04-26T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:24:16.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Give Me $5.</title><content type='html'>I watched The Princess's Diary on Disney and got a crazy craving for corn dogs...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mandy showed me a website so i had an idea.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give me $5... I will buy a corndog. Eat a corndog with mustard, and send the stick to you and photos to you.! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any amount of cash welcomed.! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by : &lt;a href="http://www.davidhorvitz.com/if/"&gt;DAVID HORVITZ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-9204547506446174701?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/9204547506446174701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=9204547506446174701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/9204547506446174701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/9204547506446174701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-you-give-me-10.html' title='If You Give Me $5.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-6299843537733815543</id><published>2009-04-22T16:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:01:38.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Lucian Whispered Ever So Maliciously In NC Jr's Ear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Welcome to School of Design BITCH..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.! I'm back.!!! =D And for today... I don't have much to say. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; So I'm gonna share my back-to-school experience with you guys.! (Sounds so "FUN" and  "INTERESTING"right....? =X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1250 : "Alright.! I'm 10 minutes early. Enough time to find my class.!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1310 : "WHERE THE FUCK IS IT.?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1315 : "Ah... Finally found the place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1316 : "Looks like chicks totally out-weight dicks in this class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1317 : "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; teacher, you count wrongly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;.? Why got extra students one.?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1318 : "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;... This is Industrial Design year 1 right...?! SHIT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1319 : " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;iArriba&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;iArriba&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;iAndale&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;iAndale&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;iArriba&lt;/span&gt;!" *Moves like Speedy Gonzales*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1322 : "Fucking finally in the right class...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;YES... I got lost on my first day of school and turned up 22 minutes late for class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2150 : "Ah... School is finally over..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;And YES... I had to be in school for 9 HOURS straight on my FIRST day AND on a MONDAY. We only had a 1 hour break in between.&lt;br /&gt;This is my timetable for WEEKS to come...&lt;br /&gt;Every Monday... Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;NAH... Day 2 was pretty normal. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt; behind my title. I had to go to Art Friend at Bras &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Basah&lt;/span&gt; to get the art supplies my lecturers asked us to get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT. THE. FUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had to spend 130 bucks to get the whole list. And i haven't included the other stuff i may be asked to get from my 3 other modules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;COMMUNICATION SKILLS 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This one I'm not so worried about.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MODEL-MAKING &amp;amp; CONSTRUCTION TECHNIQUES 1. (Shit...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3D FORMS APPRECIATION. (SHIT...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's what I'm using my hard earned pay for... I better fucking be the top &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;student&lt;/span&gt; man. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.!&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/1522396028152581395-6299843537733815543?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/6299843537733815543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=6299843537733815543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/6299843537733815543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/6299843537733815543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-lucian-whispered-ever-so.html' title='And Lucian Whispered Ever So Maliciously In NC Jr&apos;s Ear...'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-8066347374647172717</id><published>2009-04-13T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:22:37.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIATUS</title><content type='html'>Won't be making a new post anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-8066347374647172717?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8066347374647172717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=8066347374647172717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/8066347374647172717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/8066347374647172717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/04/hiatus.html' title='HIATUS'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-7644283658145042742</id><published>2009-04-05T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:07:42.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Doubtful To Understand, And Believe Because You Understand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Belief that does not rest on logical proof or material evidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To have faith, confidence, or trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be uncertain, disbelieving, or skeptical about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comprehending the needs, feelings, problems, and views of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an epiphany. I realized that the words "Believe" and "Doubt" has their own stereotypes. How so.? Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, when you ask your really good friend to do something for you. Like run an errand.? Have you ever heard that "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cynical&lt;/span&gt;" side in your head whisper to you.? Making you doubt the very friends you trusted.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, you brush it aside because you are "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt;" to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; your friends because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doubting&lt;/span&gt; them is "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;". And you force that "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cynical&lt;/span&gt;" voice inside your head to shut up and stop putting "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;" thoughts and contemplation in your mind.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familiar.? Well that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the stereotype. It is a large misconception that doubting is bad, cause we've always been reassured by our loved ones that we should trust them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is having &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt; that is "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;" . Cause faith is "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believe&lt;/span&gt;" without "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Logic&lt;/span&gt;". You're essentially believing in something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blindly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith &lt;/span&gt;in the ones you love, You're actually not bothering to understand them. You're willing to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;believe &lt;/span&gt;them without &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;understanding &lt;/span&gt;why you believe them, and why they earned your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is when you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doubt &lt;/span&gt;them, you'll get to truly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;understand &lt;/span&gt;them. And it is only after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;understanding &lt;/span&gt;where you'll get to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And personally, i would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; to have a reason and explanation for the "cynical" voice in my head about why i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trust YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-7644283658145042742?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7644283658145042742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=7644283658145042742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7644283658145042742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7644283658145042742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/04/be-doubtful-to-understand-and-believe.html' title='Be Doubtful To Understand, And Believe Because You Understand.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-2428086921004284963</id><published>2009-03-28T12:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:47:43.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PFFT.! Earth Hour, Schm-earth Hour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sc4bOpxhD1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Wb977XLPPj8/s1600-h/earth-hour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sc4bOpxhD1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Wb977XLPPj8/s400/earth-hour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318218148516794194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure you've heard of it. "Earth Hour"... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PFFT&lt;/span&gt;. Piss off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in front of my laptop making a post under the GLARING LIGHT from my TABLE LIGHT right now. O~~~ I'M SO UN-ENVIRONMENTALLY FRIENDLY~~~ OH NOES~~~ -.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sc4bPiAWKqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/MrUa5r3aapE/s1600-h/wfnsldf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sc4bPiAWKqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/MrUa5r3aapE/s400/wfnsldf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318218163611380386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're perceptive enough, you would have realized that I think this Earth Hour thing is just BABY BACK BULLSHIT. What on earth is the point of Earth Hour.?! (No pun intended.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're telling me to TURN OFF MY LIGHTS for 1 MEASLY HOUR to SAVE THE EARTH...? Yea, go ahead and bask in the coolness of the air-con and blog on your computer about how you're actually SAVING THE EARTH by turning off your 12 WATT light bulbs. ALRIGHT MAN.! YOU'RE THE TRUE ENVIRONMENTALIST.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sc4bPVtRmkI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wyoGAu2L0Z0/s1600-h/earthhourposter_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sc4bPVtRmkI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wyoGAu2L0Z0/s400/earthhourposter_std.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318218160310164034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's right. This Earth Hour thing only requires you to turn off your LIGHTS for an hour. You can go ahead and use your computer. No, in fact, they would LOVE IT if you actually BLOG or TWITTER during the event.!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sc4bPn_d_rI/AAAAAAAAAO4/IkIoYi60RhU/s1600-h/wowwowow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sc4bPn_d_rI/AAAAAAAAAO4/IkIoYi60RhU/s400/wowwowow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318218165218311858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget turning off your 400 watt computer....! Turn off your 12 watt light bulb instead.! Vote for EARTH. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;... It's like paying a dollar for a nickle.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, some of you may say, "Well, its a start. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." Well, what if you're racing against time.? You think taking little baby steps like that is gonna save the Earth before Global Warming gives it a royal ass-kicking...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may as well use that one hour of focus during Earth Hour in a more efficient way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than focusing 1 hours straight on living in the darkness. Split the one hour up into many 10 seconds. and using that 10 seconds of effort every time you leave the room. 10 seconds to turn off all the electric &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;appliances&lt;/span&gt; that aren't in use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 Hour&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;60&lt;br /&gt;minutes&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;3600 seconds&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;360 sets of 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty dam sure after diligently practising turning off all electrical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appliances&lt;/span&gt; after you leave the room for 360 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; times would cultivate it into a habit you can't kick even if you wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AND WHEN I SAY TURN OFF THE ELECTRICAL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;APPLIANCES&lt;/span&gt;, I MEAN TURN OFF THE SWITCH ON THE WALL YOU LAZY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ASSWIPE&lt;/span&gt;. YES, IT MAKES A DIFFERENCE AS COMPARED TO THE OFF BUTTON ON THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;APPLIANCES&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;To the people who took this Earth Hour seriously. Yea, i know for some of you, you actually have the sincere thought of saving the Earth by doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Just for that, give yourselves a clap. NC thinks you're alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;As for the poseurs who wanted to do this Earth Hour thing to "fit in" and "look good". Well... I understand why you'd wanna do that. Don't worry, I'm very understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Just for that, I want you poseurs to clench your fist as hard as possible. Throw your fist in the air with pride. And shove it up your ass sideways. I hope your fist would work as a good internal compass to give you your own sense of direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If you actually died from doing so, i would like to present you with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.darwinawards.com/"&gt;The Coveted Darwin's Award.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-2428086921004284963?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/2428086921004284963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=2428086921004284963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/2428086921004284963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/2428086921004284963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/03/pfft-earth-hour-schm-earth-hour.html' title='PFFT.! Earth Hour, Schm-earth Hour.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sc4bOpxhD1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Wb977XLPPj8/s72-c/earth-hour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-3540323836280581279</id><published>2009-03-24T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:49:55.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind The Scene : Blue's Clues</title><content type='html'>Ever noticed that Steve from Blue's Clues would be a total BLIND RETARD if he wasn't in a kid's show.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blind like when there's a clue RIGHT in front of his FREAKING face, he still needs the voice over children to tell him where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"A clue.! A clue.!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"A clue...?! Where.?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Right there.!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Right where...?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Right there...!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Is it over here.?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"No...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Is it over there.?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"No...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Where is it...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"ITS RIGHT OVER THERE FOR FUCK'S SAKE.!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And retard like when he needs ALL 3 CLUES to actually guess what Blue is trying to tell him when the 2nd clue totally makes it O-B-V-I-O-U-S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was wondering, how would it be like if Steve was an AVERAGE man. And that sparked off this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Scj7LAmDHhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/NLKeWdC_9Ms/s1600-h/wrong+side+of+tthe+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Scj7LAmDHhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/NLKeWdC_9Ms/s400/wrong+side+of+tthe+bed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316775526667591186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whether the alarm clock can talk or not, no one likes being startled up. Thus the name ALARM clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Scj7KUTZhDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/5HVbe7wejvc/s1600-h/BAD+STEVE.%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Scj7KUTZhDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/5HVbe7wejvc/s400/BAD+STEVE.%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316775514778207282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now we know his not GAY.! =D I never really like the mailbox... I find him very.... Lackey-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Scj7KuT5i6I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/vAZPjzyOusY/s1600-h/slob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Scj7KuT5i6I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/vAZPjzyOusY/s400/slob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316775521759628194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA.! Yup.! If he was an AVERAGE man, he would be a TOTAL SLOB. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Scj7J5Yzm0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/utrm-cGV304/s1600-h/Blue%27s+Clues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Scj7J5Yzm0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/utrm-cGV304/s400/Blue%27s+Clues.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316775507553131330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, i know Blue's a GIRL. BUT i've been treating her as a GUY for the LONGEST time...! And i don't wanna change that bit in my childhood.! Magenta should be the girl.! SHE'S THE PINK ONE &gt;=|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : LONGEST. POST. EVER. You can ask Mandy about that. xD.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-3540323836280581279?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/3540323836280581279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=3540323836280581279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3540323836280581279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3540323836280581279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/03/behind-scene-blues-clues.html' title='Behind The Scene : Blue&apos;s Clues'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Scj7LAmDHhI/AAAAAAAAAOY/NLKeWdC_9Ms/s72-c/wrong+side+of+tthe+bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-4772080425828767712</id><published>2009-03-16T20:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:27:36.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah... To Be A Working Class Man.</title><content type='html'>Now that work's out and play is in... I'm back to revive my baby bloggie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working as a shoe sales promoter for Beverly Hills Polo Club and it's been pretty alright. The job is easy cause all you need to do is CONVINCE. And i dare say I'm pretty good at that..! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pay is pretty decent. Although working at the IT Fair would be better, but i don't have the luxury to earn easy money i guess... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the experience would be super useful for future references.! After selling so many shoes, you pretty much have an average person's lifetime of shoe buying experiences... Somehow, it sounds pretty dam sad to me... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working's been pretty fun. Apart from the LACK-OF-THINGS-TO-DO parts. And the FUCKED-UP-CUSTOMER parts. But that's part and parcel of working in the service industry i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LACK-OF-THINGS-TO-DO parts aren't that bad. Cause Angelia and i managed to keep ourselves entertained xD We have a remedy for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remedy #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sb5PvtLgErI/AAAAAAAAANY/HTHq-w14iBk/s1600-h/daydreaming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sb5PvtLgErI/AAAAAAAAANY/HTHq-w14iBk/s400/daydreaming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313772291344044722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STONING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoning is a vital skill for people who work. It transports you to an alternate dimension which is not reachable by physical means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sb5Q4keuKvI/AAAAAAAAANg/PkBjc05o3Qs/s1600-h/stupidity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sb5Q4keuKvI/AAAAAAAAANg/PkBjc05o3Qs/s400/stupidity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313773543139191538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING.! Stoning may cause excessive salivating with the added effect of a dumb looking expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remedy #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sb5llW6lKiI/AAAAAAAAANw/UXwiRfjyRSI/s1600-h/633645188777166979-randomness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sb5llW6lKiI/AAAAAAAAANw/UXwiRfjyRSI/s400/633645188777166979-randomness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313796302824614434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RANDOMNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness is the basic Bread-and-Butter for a funny conversation.&lt;br /&gt;老鼠~ 老虎~ 傻傻分不清楚~ xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sb5lkiOQR-I/AAAAAAAAANo/Qg7F42nNrk8/s1600-h/banana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sb5lkiOQR-I/AAAAAAAAANo/Qg7F42nNrk8/s400/banana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313796288680052706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Always remember. Randomness is like a banana. Because you can eat it like a taco while riding a Saharan penguin in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the FUCKED-UP-CUSTOMER parts... Well, always remember. The customer is always right... Because they are the ones paying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The customer is always right.".... WHO THE FUCK CAME UP WITH THAT.?! Every time an annoying customer tries to act smart with me, i get so fucking tempted to tell them. "The customer is always right. But it doesn't mean they're not fucking stupid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Angelia and i have a remedy for this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sb573la4CKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-Jihw1nUjFg/s1600-h/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sb573la4CKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-Jihw1nUjFg/s400/011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313820805211621538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BEAT SMALL MAN (打小人) xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with a plan. Rather than just smacking it with a slipper. I'll just randomly shout in its ear so its counter-part will just cringe in pain every now and then... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during important social meetings. I'll put drops of water on the groin area to make it look like they pissed themselves...! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And the thing about feeling more better when you buy stuff with your own hard earned money...? That's just a bunch of crap. The only difference is it feels more precious xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/NC/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-4772080425828767712?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/4772080425828767712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=4772080425828767712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/4772080425828767712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/4772080425828767712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/03/ah-to-be-working-class-man.html' title='Ah... To Be A Working Class Man.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sb5PvtLgErI/AAAAAAAAANY/HTHq-w14iBk/s72-c/daydreaming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-7139818085772418950</id><published>2009-03-05T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:44:04.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H-I-A-T-U-S</title><content type='html'>Ah, sorry.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be on a short hiatus due to work commitment. Got a 10 day shoe fair to do at Orchard's OG. Come visit me if you're bored out of your mind.! Maybe buy a shoe or two.... ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back with a nice post.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : I GOT MY SKATEBOARD.! =O.!!! Next step... LEARNING TO RIDE IT... NAI.! WAIT FOR ME...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-7139818085772418950?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7139818085772418950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=7139818085772418950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7139818085772418950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7139818085772418950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/03/h-i-t-u-s.html' title='H-I-A-T-U-S'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-112085330792317520</id><published>2009-02-25T09:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T14:01:02.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams, the beautiful illusion.</title><content type='html'>Instilled hope like a mirage in a desert does to a vagrant. Leading to despondence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offered promises of gold like a rainbow did for generations. But reneges and keeps the gold to itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a beautiful stained glass portrait that shrouds you from the harshness of truth. Yet longing for it you are, this beautiful lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morpheus, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Phobetor&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Phantasus&lt;/span&gt;, craftsmen behind the cruel vision of an utopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the time and effort spent upon their &lt;i&gt;pièce de résistance&lt;/i&gt;, all comes to naught. When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hypno&lt;/span&gt; halts and gives way to reality, shattering the stained glass portrait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving not even a shard for one to hold, and reminisce what was once there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had once fulfilled you, even with the knowledge that it was nothing but a mere phantasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up with an abysmal emptiness inside. Yearning for the dream to fill the void once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : ENJOYING and EMBRACING one of my little EMO moments. XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-112085330792317520?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/112085330792317520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=112085330792317520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/112085330792317520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/112085330792317520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/02/dreams-beautiful-illusion.html' title='Dreams, the beautiful illusion.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-2673083278422713625</id><published>2009-02-20T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:35:21.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To-Do List For The Year 2009.!</title><content type='html'>Wanted to draw up a list before i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Buy a bicycle. (I REMEMBERED HOW TO RIDE A BICYCLE.!! =DDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Buy a skateboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Learn to skateboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Decide on getting a Septum piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maybe get a ear piercing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do a Henna tattoo. (Not a whimpy ass one... Something along the line of a FULL SLEEVE TRIBAL =O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Finish at least two whittling projects WITHOUT IT BREAK AFTER TWO DAYS OF WORK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do a few more shoe customizations...! Hopefully some on commission... Anyone wanna be my first client....? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Start reading books regularly again.! (At least cross out 5 on my New Year's Resolution List.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Don't know if its possible but... I want to learn to play the violin again...? ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-NEED TO BUY A VIOLIN IF I WANNA LEARN... x.x...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-2673083278422713625?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/2673083278422713625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=2673083278422713625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/2673083278422713625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/2673083278422713625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-do-list-for-year-2009.html' title='To-Do List For The Year 2009.!'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-5269092664281096858</id><published>2009-02-18T12:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:41:09.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind The Song : Hey There Delilah - Plain White T's</title><content type='html'>Alright, this is the first of many to come.! This is a post that i plan to for it to be a regular in NC's World. Behind The Songs covers the "NC's take" on what the song means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h_m-BjrxmgI"&gt;Hey There Delilah - Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; What's it like in New York City?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I'm a thousand miles away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But girl, tonight you look so pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Yes you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Delilah, seems like going a thousand miles away isn't going to shake him off. Why don't you try somewhere more SUBTLE.? Instead of New York City, try going to the FREAKING BERMUDA TRIANGLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Times Square can't shine as bright as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I swear it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you when i'm having a blackout in my home Delilah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry about the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm right there if you get lonely&lt;br /&gt;Give this song another listen&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure she's sick of the song like ALL OF US DUDE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listen to my voice, it's my disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. YOU'RE THE FUCKING DEVIL IN DISGUISE. OTHERWISE, WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU SET THIS FUCKED UP SONG UPON THE EARTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;What you do to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUP... This is DEFINITELY and UNDENIABLY the most CREATIVE chorus EVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I know times are getting hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But just believe me, girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;We'll have it good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;My word is good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had a dollar for each time this FUCKED UP song gets played on the radio, you'll be richer then Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much left to say&lt;br /&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Would take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;I'd write it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what.?  You've done it. You've took her breath away. Now she's dead. HAPPY NOW.?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Even more in love with me you'd fall&lt;br /&gt;We'd have it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.... The beauty of IGNORANCE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG...! Didn't see that coming...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I'd walk to you if I had no other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you get murdered while trying hitchhike cause you tried playing the song to thank the murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;br /&gt;and we'll just laugh along because we know&lt;br /&gt;That none of them have felt this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure your friends wouldn't make fun of you. =)... If you had any... &gt;.&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Delilah I can promise you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;That by the time we get through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The world will never ever be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And you're to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has changed ever since this song got aired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;You be good and don't you miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Two more years and you'll be done with school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i get the feeling that she has dropped out or transferred to get away from you....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And I'll be making history like I do&lt;br /&gt;You'll know it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll be labeled as the accursed one who inspired you to make this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;This one's for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SINCERELY hope Delilah hates you for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-5269092664281096858?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/5269092664281096858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=5269092664281096858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/5269092664281096858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/5269092664281096858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/02/behind-song-hey-there-delilah-plain.html' title='Behind The Song : Hey There Delilah - Plain White T&apos;s'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-7422822394616898961</id><published>2009-02-16T11:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:30:26.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Hours With Saint Valentine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;0000 - 0930 :&lt;/span&gt; Was sleeping for the first few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;0930 - 1225 :&lt;/span&gt; Woke up and went to Takashimaya to get my formal long sleeves and pass Wilson the 10 bucks i borrowed from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;1225 - 1300 :&lt;/span&gt; Went to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;1300 - 2100 :&lt;/span&gt; SPENT MOST OF THE TIME AT WORK.... FUCK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;2100 - 2200 :&lt;/span&gt; KNOCKED OFF....!!!!!! WENT TO BISHAN TO FIND THE REST.! =DDD Reached there around... 10-ish....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;2200 - 0000 : &lt;/span&gt;Chilled there with the rest of the gang..! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shin was sweet enough to bake for us "BROWNIES" xD&lt;br /&gt;(Right right SHIN...?!~ ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neh Neh was sweet enough to give each of us a Cookie thingy.! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZjcWjz3aRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/XgVg_tOJ7i0/s1600-h/DSC00685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZjcWjz3aRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/XgVg_tOJ7i0/s400/DSC00685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303230841356773650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i was nice enough to take a few photo of her sexual scandal with Wilson with my photography PROWESS and INCREDIBLE imagination.! HAHAHA.! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZjcW5bjfzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ytzy9ZmDOUw/s1600-h/DSC00501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZjcW5bjfzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ytzy9ZmDOUw/s400/DSC00501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303230847160385330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZjcXP-jkQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/92iJJ5hUgMk/s1600-h/DSC00500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZjcXP-jkQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/92iJJ5hUgMk/s400/DSC00500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303230853212770562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i got UBER tired and went home at 12-ish cause i needed to work the next day....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of Valentine's for me.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-7422822394616898961?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7422822394616898961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=7422822394616898961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7422822394616898961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7422822394616898961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/02/24-hours-with-saint-valentine.html' title='24 Hours With Saint Valentine.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZjcWjz3aRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/XgVg_tOJ7i0/s72-c/DSC00685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-971233081474230655</id><published>2009-02-11T10:42:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:44:24.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiminy Crickets.!</title><content type='html'>Do you guys ever realize the voice in your head whenever your thinking...? It's kind of like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jiminy&lt;/span&gt; Cricket from Pinocchio. Telling you what to do or what you think. But... Have you guys ever taken the time to notice how does it sound like...? Or how does it think....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZU6WbiLEjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/0EltYXOIeLA/s1600-h/jiminycricket1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZU6WbiLEjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/0EltYXOIeLA/s400/jiminycricket1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302208293321249330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if its the early symptoms of schizophrenia (Split Personalities) but i actually have like... 3 identities in my head.... O.O.... (OK.... Starting to FREAK OUT here....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZU6WJPxNSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/TV_0YrzHhY8/s1600-h/innervoice2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZU6WJPxNSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/TV_0YrzHhY8/s400/innervoice2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302208288412218658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all sound the same... Just like how my voice sounds to me, but they have VERY DISTINCT PERSONALITIES... Maybe you guys think that it's one voice saying 3 different points of views... BUT i assure you that is NOT the case... Cause they actually have arguments inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZU6V-rBAwI/AAAAAAAAALg/csO0gFDC6e4/s1600-h/Armsfinal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZU6V-rBAwI/AAAAAAAAALg/csO0gFDC6e4/s400/Armsfinal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302208285573710594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is just like... How i am outside....? How do i put it... Lets just say it's just very NC-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;...? The same exact NC you guys know. Ah, The persona i choose to show.! Finally found the words.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one is actually a very.... NICE person... I wouldn't call him very NC cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not as nice as him. But his the very positive kind of person in all aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly we have the "BAD" person... His where all my sarcastic comments come from.! =D And for all the heartless actions &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; done.? All blame him, leave me out of this.! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; (Nice way to push blame huh...? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may seem like one of those cartoon where an angel and a devil POOFS on a guy's shoulder and start telling him stuff BUT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt; REALLY GOING ON IN MY HEAD...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZU-UItQ_mI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XspmC9-1iVY/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZU-UItQ_mI/AAAAAAAAAMg/XspmC9-1iVY/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302212651954273890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what...? I actually wanna name them, since they're gonna be with me for awhile... It would be nice to give them a name...! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.! For the persona i choose to show... I shall call him NC Junior.! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; (FOR OBVIOUS REASONS... -.=...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the positive guy, I shall name him... Mikhail.! Derived from the name Michael. Michael as in Saint Michael, field commander of the Army of God. The Prince of Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZU6WMkn9KI/AAAAAAAAALw/JXJByB3vXZw/s1600-h/michael_by_raphael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZU6WMkn9KI/AAAAAAAAALw/JXJByB3vXZw/s400/michael_by_raphael.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302208289304999074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;paedophile&lt;/span&gt; who sings like an angel. (Nothing personal Mikey, i think you sing really well.! But if that's how you roll.... I don't really care. Just keep making good music and stay at least 10 feet from me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZU9BkLkFcI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FxRuZxTt4_o/s1600-h/michael-jackson-tied-kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZU9BkLkFcI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FxRuZxTt4_o/s400/michael-jackson-tied-kid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302211233399969218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the negative guy, i shall name him... Lucian.! Derive from the popular identification of the name Lucifer to Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZU6V60Ma0I/AAAAAAAAALo/cvqT7yK_kqg/s1600-h/lucifer_paradise_lost.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZU6V60Ma0I/AAAAAAAAALo/cvqT7yK_kqg/s400/lucifer_paradise_lost.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302208284538465090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd thing is... Lucifer actually means light-bringer...? I think maybe light as in knowledge... Cause it was considered the First Sin when Adam and Eve ate an apple from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. So... Light-bringer as in knowledge bringer. So that's why Lucifer is "sinful".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZU848hNt0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/S7OHBfUp0qs/s1600-h/17540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZU848hNt0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/S7OHBfUp0qs/s400/17540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302211085314406210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS... It doesn't matter if you have a "Lucian" in your mind. Because what truly matters is what you choose to let show that defines you. Contemplating murder and murdering is two different thing no matter how similar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-971233081474230655?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/971233081474230655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=971233081474230655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/971233081474230655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/971233081474230655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/02/jiminy-crickets.html' title='Jiminy Crickets.!'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SZU6WbiLEjI/AAAAAAAAAMA/0EltYXOIeLA/s72-c/jiminycricket1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-5017450183147153796</id><published>2009-02-08T21:56:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:03:45.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallet With A CHRONIC Case Of Diarrhea.</title><content type='html'>AH... I just can't help myself... I just bought two pairs of Levi's~ IN MY DEFENSE....! THE 50 BUCKS FOR YOUR OLD JEANS PROMOTION WAS ENDING TODAY...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lucky of me to check it out beforehand...! Cause Boon and i actually planned to get it done together on Monday next week.! But while i was sourcing for shoes at AMK Hub, i INCIDENTALLY found out that it was the last day due to "OVERWHELMING RESPONSE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inner voice whispers inside of his head : "Tsk... Typical Singaporeans..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second inner voice whispers inside of his head : "So says the one who rushed home immediately to get the jeans for the promotion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YAY.! I finally got rid of two distasteful jeans given to me by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$%#^%^$!@#%%$&amp;amp;$%&lt;/span&gt;. I don't wanna name her out in public for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OBVIOUS&lt;/span&gt; reasons... The gesture was nice...! I truely appreciate the thought.... But.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;GREEN JEANS&lt;/span&gt;.!?!? Come on... SERIOUSLY....?! That's like... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FASHION FAUX PAS&lt;/span&gt; for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GENERALLY BLACK THEMED WARDROBE&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kiddy Hang Ten jeans had to go too...! Freaking eye sore for YEARS. But... Ah... What can i say.? Procrastination is a bitch. And i'm so into her... xD BUT HEY.! Its a VAST IMPROVEMENT for me as compared to last year.! Looks like NC is living up to his New Years Resolution unlike you buggers.... =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just realised something after buying the two pair of Levi's... I ACTUALLY HAVE A LOT OF HIGH END JEANS O.O....! Feel so guilty for neglecting them... Better stop wearing the lower secondary school shorts and start wearing jeans... Even though they are so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;COMFY&lt;/span&gt;~ XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So adding on to the collection... I actually have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Heavyweight G-Unit Baggy Jean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This was back from the time when i was into the baggy jeans look xD Can't believe i wore this when i was so short xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8CzEauk4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MAIwLZ0IEfY/s1600-h/DSC00651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8CzEauk4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MAIwLZ0IEfY/s400/DSC00651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300458362820793218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8CzWvRVyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XH08XBXIrIA/s1600-h/DSC00652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8CzWvRVyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XH08XBXIrIA/s400/DSC00652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300458367738795810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8CzegO-wI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zWJ21XRWreM/s1600-h/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8CzegO-wI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zWJ21XRWreM/s400/DSC00653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300458369823210242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Sean John Baggy Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(FREAKING LOVE THE BACK POCKETS... Made of PVC but... THE GOLD EMBROIDERY IS SO DAM COOL.! =DDDDDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8Dg2Zp3CI/AAAAAAAAAJo/pSbJwyHkI1Q/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8Dg2Zp3CI/AAAAAAAAAJo/pSbJwyHkI1Q/s400/DSC00654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300459149332175906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8DhKsecJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HWIyT74VeYk/s1600-h/DSC00655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8DhKsecJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HWIyT74VeYk/s400/DSC00655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300459154779828370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8DhWvVrAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dLOSzdst1Sw/s1600-h/DSC00656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8DhWvVrAI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dLOSzdst1Sw/s400/DSC00656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300459158013062146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Jet Black Levi's Red Tag 501 Button Fly Jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From what i've heard, its been discontinued. O.O... Sad, cause its a really nice pair of jeans... Not sure though. But it doesn't matter, I LOVE THE BUTTONS rather then zips =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8JTcjhBoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XtybbGH_Q0s/s1600-h/DSC00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8JTcjhBoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XtybbGH_Q0s/s400/DSC00657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300465516125685378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8EH43QuoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jPqku3moDzk/s1600-h/DSC00658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8EH43QuoI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jPqku3moDzk/s400/DSC00658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300459820008127106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8EH6gR05I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CZShb3HD9gU/s1600-h/DSC00659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8EH6gR05I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CZShb3HD9gU/s400/DSC00659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300459820448600978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Washed Out Dark Blue Levi's 523 Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is the new pair i bought.! After trading in my old jeans, its the only blue jean in my wardrobe. And... It isn't that bad... I like the mini pocket on the right side...! The shape is pretty different from the usual Levi's.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8KtOc_nCI/AAAAAAAAALY/g6Sm-MffDCw/s1600-h/DSC00660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8KtOc_nCI/AAAAAAAAALY/g6Sm-MffDCw/s400/DSC00660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300467058528459810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8EIcxoW_I/AAAAAAAAAKg/gGmgHlvPUrk/s1600-h/DSC00661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8EIcxoW_I/AAAAAAAAAKg/gGmgHlvPUrk/s400/DSC00661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300459829648186354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8EvHXzqPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/4KT2Fb-JW64/s1600-h/DSC00662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8EvHXzqPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/4KT2Fb-JW64/s400/DSC00662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300460493917628658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Washed Out Black Levi's 523 Jeans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AH...! My BEST BUY for the day...! LOVE the color.! LOVE the style of Washing Out. LOVE the color of the threads they used to make the trademark butterfly at the back pockets and the borders of the pockets. LOVE the shape of the mini pocket. LOVE the black leather thingy at the back. =DDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8Evqk5XmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GLvqRmtM3ho/s1600-h/DSC00663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8Evqk5XmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GLvqRmtM3ho/s400/DSC00663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300460503367769698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8EvogHVLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/VO5jZWsDRys/s1600-h/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8EvogHVLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/VO5jZWsDRys/s400/DSC00664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300460502810842290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8EwFoGjUI/AAAAAAAAALI/8C5ok5uaWec/s1600-h/DSC00676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8EwFoGjUI/AAAAAAAAALI/8C5ok5uaWec/s400/DSC00676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300460510628973890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8Ev4GbLSI/AAAAAAAAALA/ybQBcyfVvUk/s1600-h/DSC00670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8Ev4GbLSI/AAAAAAAAALA/ybQBcyfVvUk/s400/DSC00670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300460506998058274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.! THATS ALL MY JEANS.! What can i say...? I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; my jeans =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : Now that my jeans is the center of attraction in my wardrobe both in term of style and monetary value, please start looking at them rather then my dwindling collection of shirts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyone have any idea what are Levi's doing with the old jeans...? I'm guessing something like... Donation to Third-World countries or.... Recycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self : START GETTING SHIRTS. Or a few new belt buckles to accompany my JEANS xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-5017450183147153796?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/5017450183147153796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=5017450183147153796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/5017450183147153796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/5017450183147153796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/02/wallet-with-serious-case-of-diarrhea.html' title='Wallet With A CHRONIC Case Of Diarrhea.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SY8CzEauk4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MAIwLZ0IEfY/s72-c/DSC00651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-3683410033637329752</id><published>2009-02-08T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:48:44.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its A Bittersweet Symphony</title><content type='html'>Not into the emo bullshit people usually dump on their blogs, but i just wanna give myself a reminder of what a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zx3m4e45bTo"&gt;bittersweet symphony&lt;/a&gt; tonight has been. And actually... I kinda loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-3683410033637329752?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/3683410033637329752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=3683410033637329752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3683410033637329752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3683410033637329752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-bittersweet-symphony.html' title='Its A Bittersweet Symphony'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-5727665375486391213</id><published>2009-01-31T20:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:11:57.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top ten signs you've been using too much computer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SYRMDghMvhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vHRjjcOfT_k/s1600-h/youtube+MAX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SYRMDghMvhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vHRjjcOfT_k/s400/youtube+MAX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297442684847046162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You found out first hand that the limit of videos you can favorite on Youtube is 650...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SYRLxrGqajI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jMoD1j0ksKQ/s1600-h/HAH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SYRLxrGqajI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jMoD1j0ksKQ/s400/HAH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297442378450889266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You somehow managed to favorite more than 650 videos on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SYRMDtGjHLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/lvlO1r93AMI/s1600-h/suntan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SYRMDtGjHLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/lvlO1r93AMI/s400/suntan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297442688224926898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got a tan from the radiation from the computer's screen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SYRLxmxogKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Dug00lQ5zwk/s1600-h/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SYRLxmxogKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Dug00lQ5zwk/s400/lol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297442377288941730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rather than saying "Hahaha.!" when you laugh, You say "LOL.!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SYRLxiPHDZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KWGLa2UfKVw/s1600-h/emoticons3_copy_08-25-07_3P6S808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SYRLxiPHDZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/KWGLa2UfKVw/s400/emoticons3_copy_08-25-07_3P6S808.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297442376070401426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The emotions displayed on your face takes the form of emoticons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SYRLxhH_t_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Whxe9CfiS_I/s1600-h/ilovemycomputer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SYRLxhH_t_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Whxe9CfiS_I/s400/ilovemycomputer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297442375772125170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You got more online friends than friends you know in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SYRMDa_106I/AAAAAAAAAI4/npjv6A8qMPA/s1600-h/nerd_computer_repair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SYRMDa_106I/AAAAAAAAAI4/npjv6A8qMPA/s400/nerd_computer_repair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297442683364955042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You fix the computer yourself... At home... Alone... In your underwear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SYRLxUNNLsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6fANlfVGGGE/s1600-h/2226277785_448a95d807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SYRLxUNNLsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/6fANlfVGGGE/s400/2226277785_448a95d807.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297442372304318146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You got a tattoo based on computer binary codes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what the binary codes on the tattoo means.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;It means ACE... I HAD TO USE A TRANSLATOR TO FIND OUT WHAT IT MEANS, SO IT DOESN'T COUNT.!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what is binary code.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;PFFT.! Sue me for being knowledgeable...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm only guilty for 3 out of the 10 so... YAY I'M SAFE.! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-5727665375486391213?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/5727665375486391213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=5727665375486391213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/5727665375486391213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/5727665375486391213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/01/top-ten-signs-youve-been-using-too-much.html' title='Top ten signs you&apos;ve been using too much computer.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SYRMDghMvhI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vHRjjcOfT_k/s72-c/youtube+MAX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-1950149780780159421</id><published>2009-01-25T17:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:00:05.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mcdonald Character Exposé</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKAAAAAAAAAAAAY&lt;/span&gt;........! LETS DO THIS SHIT.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just trying to psych myself up to do this post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxtY4RmAkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mtHvr0YQ2p8/s1600-h/characters_hello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxtY4RmAkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mtHvr0YQ2p8/s400/characters_hello.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295227536071328322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald characters are part and parcel of our childhood. However... Have you guys ever wonder the TRUE story behind these familiar character....? Who they are and what they do when they are off the TV set... Well NC is here to give you an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exposé&lt;/span&gt; on our enigmatic friends.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxtkc_XE7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/y29CbgUJVTo/s1600-h/dfab642cf0590437e77b.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxtkc_XE7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/y29CbgUJVTo/s400/dfab642cf0590437e77b.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295227734905525170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald McDonald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On screen :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main character in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McDonaldland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off screen :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being short on cash due to his alcohol addiction, Ronald was forced to get a second job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried hosting kids birthday parties but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; work out well for him as he didn't know how to make balloon animals. And he HATES children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An incident &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; in the suburbs of San Francisco when Ronald knocked a 7 years old boy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;unconscious&lt;/span&gt; when he was under one of his drunken stupor. He was arrested and put on bail. Batman, a big fan of Ronald, came to heard of his plight and decided to bail him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing of the situation he was in, Batman offered Ronald the role of The Joker as the previous Joker was killed on set in an incident involving a giant mousetrap.Ronald took up the offer and played the role of Joker for many shows while fueling his alcohol addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxtYjL47bI/AAAAAAAAAG4/4BMRby49N6Y/s1600-h/475750-harley_joker2_super.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxtYjL47bI/AAAAAAAAAG4/4BMRby49N6Y/s400/475750-harley_joker2_super.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295227530410257842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After falling out with his love interest Harley Quinn, Ronald realised that he had a serious issue with his addiction and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;admitted&lt;/span&gt; himself in AA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, he has been clean and patched up with Harley Quinn and has had a son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxtYix2heI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GVksMdgyQlQ/s1600-h/baby-ronald.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxtYix2heI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GVksMdgyQlQ/s400/baby-ronald.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295227530301048290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxtkxgnceI/AAAAAAAAAIA/oLZKIZE00d8/s1600-h/staffpick_grimace_320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxtkxgnceI/AAAAAAAAAIA/oLZKIZE00d8/s400/staffpick_grimace_320x240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295227740413719010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grimace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On screen :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grimace is Ronald &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mcdonald's&lt;/span&gt; unknown species, Down Syndrome and obese friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off screen :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grimace is actually Barney's half brother. He is the outcome of Barney's mother's random fling with Mr Potato from Disney's Toy Story 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxtYyYJK8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/PQGfZPb9CoQ/s1600-h/cs_mph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxtYyYJK8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/PQGfZPb9CoQ/s400/cs_mph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295227534488185794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first breakthrough was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mcdonalds&lt;/span&gt; but he was upset of the fact that he had very little exposure and decided to start scouting for a different role where he will be recognized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His attempts for many different roles failed and he was told by his agent that it was due to his weight issues and advised Grimace to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diets were not going well for Grimace, so he decided to opt for liposuction at the local plastic surgery clinic. Grimace was not warned of the fact that removing such a vast amount of fats from his body would result in vast amounts of excess skin. Not having enough money to remove the excess skin, he was forced to work for spare cash in that condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months of job scouting, Grimace's agent got him a lucky break. The employer thought that Grimace's looks were perfect for the role. Thus he got the role and assumed another identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxtkbPvu3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/QLBCkNxPdg0/s1600-h/grimer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxtkbPvu3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/QLBCkNxPdg0/s400/grimer.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295227734437378930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, he is more commonly know as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Grimer&lt;/span&gt; from Pokemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxtYj2XgII/AAAAAAAAAHA/gCyAWsPEo50/s1600-h/61616510_ea32f68eb4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxtYj2XgII/AAAAAAAAAHA/gCyAWsPEo50/s400/61616510_ea32f68eb4_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295227530588422274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birdie the Early Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On screen :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birdie is a bird hatched from an egg that Ronald &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Mcdonald&lt;/span&gt; found and looked after in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;McDonaldland&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off screen :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birdie is actually the lesser known sister of Big Bird from Sesame Street. Their relationship strained when Big Bird apparently refused to offer Birdie a role on Sesame Street. The exact words from Big Bird would be "There's only room for one bird on the set of Sesame Street sister..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after that encounter with her older brother, Birdie went missing. She was last seen walking into Kentucky Fried Chicken at 16 March and has been missing since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxu3lHZ54I/AAAAAAAAAII/aohP7TY2Bok/s1600-h/KFC-Releases.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxu3lHZ54I/AAAAAAAAAII/aohP7TY2Bok/s400/KFC-Releases.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295229163015890818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxtkezPCWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DzYGCIBqWKU/s1600-h/hamburglar.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxtkezPCWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/DzYGCIBqWKU/s400/hamburglar.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295227735391537506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hamburglar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On screen :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;thief&lt;/span&gt; who steals burgers in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;McDonaldland&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off screen :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, Bob, is a mechanic and mother, Marie, is a housewife. They had 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt;.The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Hamburgler's&lt;/span&gt; parents were vegans, thus, they tried bringing up their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; as vegans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was well until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hamburgler&lt;/span&gt; met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Swiper&lt;/span&gt; from Dora the Explorer who gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Hamburgler&lt;/span&gt; his first taste of a Hamburger. Ever since his first encounter, he was hooked on to them and went on to lead a life of crime because he spent the whole family's money on burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he went and attempted to rob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; to satisfy his cravings. This stunt caught the attention of Ronald McDonald who went on to offer him a job as an actor. All he needed to do was to be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Hamburgler&lt;/span&gt; and he will be paid with all the hamburgers he could ever want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxtkuKUgqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/V384LpeOIyg/s1600-h/hamburglar-final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxtkuKUgqI/AAAAAAAAAH4/V384LpeOIyg/s400/hamburglar-final.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295227739514897058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Hamburgler&lt;/span&gt; ate far too many burgers while acting. And he had a heart attack 5 years into his career as an actor. He went for a surgery for his condition and he die because of a failed heart bypass surgery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-1950149780780159421?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/1950149780780159421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=1950149780780159421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/1950149780780159421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/1950149780780159421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/01/mcdonald-character-expos.html' title='Mcdonald Character Exposé'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXxtY4RmAkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mtHvr0YQ2p8/s72-c/characters_hello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-8077482402763859831</id><published>2009-01-20T19:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:03:43.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosquito Chick Magnet</title><content type='html'>Here's a question for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sucks more then a mosquito bite on your arm...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give up yet...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN FUCKING MOSQUITO BITES ALL ON THE SAME ARM. DON'T ASK ME HOW I GOT THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i know is. Last night, i was feeling ill. So i went to bed early to get some extra rest. I went to sleep around... 11:30...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up. My whole body felt all burning hot. As though i had a sunburn or something.  My left arm was itching like HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after scratching for awhile, i realized there was many small bumps throughout my whole arm... Got kinda freaked out so i turned on the lamp to see what the fuck was going on. And... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TADAA&lt;/span&gt;... FIFTEEN FUCKING MOSQUITO BITES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was a God. I bet mosquitoes were his idea of SADISTIC FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The females of most mosquito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Species" title="Species"&gt;species&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; suck blood (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hematophagy" title="Hematophagy"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hematophagy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;) from other animals, which has made them the most deadly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vector_%28biology%29" title="Vector (biology)"&gt;disease vector&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; known, killing millions of people over thousands of years and continuing to kill millions per year by the spread of infectious diseases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... The humans look so happy even though they have fallen from MY grace... OH.! I know.! I'll send VERMINS to not only FEAST upon THEIR BLOOD, but cause them UNBEARABLE ITCHES on their skin which will be INFLAMED if they should try to RELIEVE THEMSELVES BY SCRATCHING.!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXXGUoHzsvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OPQVMRMZPj8/s1600-h/670px-Mosquito_2007-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXXGUoHzsvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OPQVMRMZPj8/s400/670px-Mosquito_2007-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293354994713735922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what really sucks the most about them..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXXGUoTI7FI/AAAAAAAAAGg/N6Myh3zUaY4/s1600-h/800px-Mosquito_in_amber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXXGUoTI7FI/AAAAAAAAAGg/N6Myh3zUaY4/s400/800px-Mosquito_in_amber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293354994761264210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that they could survive from prehistoric time all the way to this very era means that they are VERY LIKELY to be staying in existence for a LONG TIME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Mosquitoes are adept at infiltration and have been known to find their way into residences via deactivated air conditioning units.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mosquito#cite_note-5" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GREAT... Just what we NEED. A Mosquito that can pull a fucking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mission Impossible&lt;/span&gt; on us and get to us by "going through our air-conditioning"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Both male and female mosquitoes are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nectar_source" title="Nectar source"&gt;nectar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fluid_feeder" title="Fluid feeder"&gt;feeders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;, but the females of many species are also capable of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hematophagy" title="Hematophagy"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hematophagy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; (drinking blood). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greedy bitch... Stick to nectar will you.?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Females do not require blood for their own survival, but they do need supplemental substances such as protein and iron to develop eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GREAT... So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; feeding them to create more of them to feed on me.?! WHOOP-DEE-FUCKING-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DOO&lt;/span&gt;.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Female mosquitoes hunt their blood host by detecting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carbon_dioxide" title="Carbon dioxide"&gt;carbon dioxide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; (CO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sub style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;) and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1-Octen-3-ol" title="1-Octen-3-ol"&gt;1-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;octen&lt;/span&gt;-3-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; from a distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;YIPPIE&lt;/span&gt;.! SO THE ONLY WAY FOR ME TO AVOID THEM IS TO STOP BREATHING.! GREAT.! DIE OF &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SUFFOCATION&lt;/span&gt; or DISEASES.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. In my opinion, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; only ONE good mosquito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXXGUjHRfBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZF-EwtExsgo/s1600-h/800px-Dead_mosquito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXXGUjHRfBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZF-EwtExsgo/s400/800px-Dead_mosquito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293354993369316370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A dead one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : Fifteen fucking mosquito bites on the same arm in an hour. Looks like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M&lt;/span&gt; the Mosquito Chick Magnet ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-8077482402763859831?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8077482402763859831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=8077482402763859831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/8077482402763859831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/8077482402763859831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/01/mosquito-chick-magnet.html' title='Mosquito Chick Magnet'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXXGUoHzsvI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OPQVMRMZPj8/s72-c/670px-Mosquito_2007-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-1744620647822483612</id><published>2009-01-18T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:58:46.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHAHA .! THE THINGS ABOUT LANGUAGES.!</title><content type='html'>AHAHA.! OK.! Two things to blog about today.! Oddly, both concerns LANGUAGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly.! My bro and i were eating this White and  Black Sesame seed, Peanut and honey candy thingy. Then after both of us took one piece, my bro went to look at the packaging of the product. Right in front of it, it says, : " Taste Really Indian.!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA.! Then he turned around and look at me with this freaking funny blank countenance. STUNNED. After that, we both immediately went to brush our teeth... HAHAHA.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that really tasted Indian, i would have to say that Indians taste &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIABETIC&lt;/span&gt; and really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUTTY&lt;/span&gt;. Slightly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BURNT&lt;/span&gt; too... (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; BEING &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RACIST&lt;/span&gt;.! Just that the Black Sesame Seeds were slightly over done... xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEXT.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgie and i were just talking about some random stuff... Something to do about Ang Moh Liu Lians. Somehow it got to the topic of La Bi Xiao Xin (Crayon Shin Chan)... xD And how the Taiwan voiceover version sounds nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHcp60yzu0I&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Taiwan version&lt;/a&gt; and this is the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0UKt5hJxvqY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;China version&lt;/a&gt;. Go compare them if you wanna. Come on.! WHO ARE YOU KIDDING.?! THE TAIWAN KICKED CHINA'S ASS.! Maybe thats why China wanted Taiwan back. Cause they can get distribution rights of Lai Bi Xiao Xin. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT. JUST. SOUNDS. PLAIN. STUPID.!&lt;/span&gt; The women in it sounds so... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madam-Zhang-Wei-Just-Got-A-Part-Time-Job-As-A-Voiceover&lt;/span&gt;-ish.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is.? Language is a POWERFUL thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXNRsd2utFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VdH7vnkao60/s1600-h/funny-pictures-punctuation-lesson-08z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXNRsd2utFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VdH7vnkao60/s400/funny-pictures-punctuation-lesson-08z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292663811460740178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : Honestly, when i first came across that picture and was told to punctuate it correctly. I did it this way. "A women, without her, man is nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call me a fag for all i care.! That was how i saw it.! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-1744620647822483612?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/1744620647822483612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=1744620647822483612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/1744620647822483612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/1744620647822483612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahaha-things-about-languages.html' title='AHAHA .! THE THINGS ABOUT LANGUAGES.!'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXNRsd2utFI/AAAAAAAAAGI/VdH7vnkao60/s72-c/funny-pictures-punctuation-lesson-08z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-7769639483196216858</id><published>2009-01-16T12:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:58:12.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkpoint 1 of Life</title><content type='html'>Ah.. Ok, i know i usually don't blog much about my LIFE but... COME ON....! ITS SUCH A MOMENTOUS POINT IN MY LIFE.! xD.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, This week a few things happened, obviously O Levels Results is one of those BIG-LIFE-CHANGING-THINGAMAJIG-JU-JU-CRAP. So lets tackle the few thingys one by one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ya ya... O Levels Results.&lt;br /&gt;Four words. TOTALLY. FUCKING. SURPRISED. MYSELF. xD.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what happened in the hall when it was my turn to get my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Alright... Who's next.? Nicholas ar.? Come here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Takes the booklet thingy and result thingy.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Ok... Go sign that paper."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Signs the paper thingy.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Ok Nicholas... Your maths... You passed.! B4.!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"WOOOHOOOO.!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shouts like a retard and jumps on the chair.!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Whole hall turns around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tries to sit still.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Wow...! Your English is an A1...!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"WOOHOOO.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shouts like a retard and jumps on the chair AGAIN.!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Whole hall turns around AGAIN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tries to sit still AGAIN.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Ok... Your L1R4... You got... Wow...! 10 Points.! Good job.!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"WOOHOO.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I GOT 10 POINTS.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shouts like a retard and jumps on the chair YET AGAIN.!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Whole hall turns around YET AGAIN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Take my thingys and went to look at my results.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Thats about it i guess... xD These are my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - A1 (YAY.!!! HAHA.! I already said if this subject no distinction. GEK SIM =( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS/Hist - B3 (Pretty standard i guess... Mrs Kuan expected A2 though...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths - B4 (HAHA.! YAY.! From F9 to B4.!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phy/Chem - (A2.! YAY.! TAKE THAT CHEMISTRY.!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design &amp;amp; Technology - A1 (Bloody hell... If i don't get A1 i'm gonna start killing all the markers one by one... I PUT IN SO MUCH EFFORT LA.!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principles of Account - ABSENT (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - B3 (WOOHOO.! THANK YOU TUITION TEACHER.! POWER OF HALF HEARTED STUDYING AND PLAYING DAI DI AT THE BACK.!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese (Oral/Aural) - Merit (JIANG HUA YU... HUA YU KU.! xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i just finished JAE =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled up only 5 options... NOTHING ELSE TO PUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st - Nanyang Polytechnic 's Industrial Design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd - Singapore Polytechnic's Experience and Product Design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd - Ngee Ann Polytechnic's Experience and Product Design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th - Singapore Polytechnic's Marine Engineering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th - Temasek Polytechnic's Product and Industrial Design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Temasek Polytechnic's School of Design isn't as good as people thinks man... Look at their &lt;a href="http://www-des.tp.edu.sg/des_home/des_courses/des_advance_standing.htm"&gt;Advance Standing&lt;/a&gt; and compare it with &lt;a href="http://www.nyp.edu.sg/SDN/sdn_education.html"&gt;Nanyang's&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT.! MY SHOE MASTERPIECE.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXAe5HPAfrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/w8PENxfFCNw/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXAe5HPAfrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/w8PENxfFCNw/s400/DSC00037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291763528703704754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YES I DREW THAT. HEE..... =D&lt;br /&gt;ITS A GORILLA AND A BABOON. NOT AN ANOREXIC LION... TSK. Shouldn't have drawn the baboon in that pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : OMG... MY LEFT FOOT'S PINKY TOE NAIL BROKE OFF.!!! Doesnt hurt though... Hope it grows back soon... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-7769639483196216858?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7769639483196216858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=7769639483196216858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7769639483196216858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7769639483196216858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/01/checkpoint-1-of-life.html' title='Checkpoint 1 of Life'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SXAe5HPAfrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/w8PENxfFCNw/s72-c/DSC00037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-8375738591807394624</id><published>2009-01-11T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:04:05.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Been a BUSY Week.</title><content type='html'>Aloha fools.! Sorry for not posting more frequently but.. Its been a busy week.... And today is my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REST DAY&lt;/span&gt;.! =D Managed to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 movies&lt;/span&gt;.! And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; just finished watching the first two Indiana Jones.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indy was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;... Its a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family Classic&lt;/span&gt;" but... It just ain't enough... Its one of those movie where its nice to watch... But you wouldn't really want to watch it again until you forget the storyline or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it applies to everyone but... I think that once you reach a certain point in your "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ability to critic&lt;/span&gt;", movies where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything-seems-to-work-out-well-and-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;-happy-ending-without-a-realistic-reason&lt;/span&gt; doesn't seem to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; anymore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; why Indiana Jones didn't really register well with me. Throughout the whole movie, its like, "How the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; does he know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; a trapdoor.?!" or "Oh come on.... All the gunners are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blind&lt;/span&gt; or have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cerebral palsy&lt;/span&gt;.?!" Just a WEE BIT too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kiddy&lt;/span&gt; and unrealistic for my liking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER.... I TOTALLY FOUND A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIAMOND-IN-THE-ROUGH&lt;/span&gt; MAN.! I saw bits of it in a music video of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=locIxsfpgp4"&gt;Sting - Shape of My Heart&lt;/a&gt; and Mandy said she saw it on an airplane. But DAM..... TOTALLY DIDN'T EXPECT IT TO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt; ME SO MUCH.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Léon&lt;/span&gt;: The Professional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is a French film. Its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREAKING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;UBER&lt;/span&gt; COOL&lt;/span&gt;....(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I REALLY MEAN IT WHEN THE WORDINGS ARE IN CAPITAL AND IN BOLD.! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hitman&lt;/span&gt; played by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean_Reno"&gt;Jean Reno&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Theres&lt;/span&gt; a girl Matilda played by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natalie_Portman"&gt;Natalie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Portman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when she was like... 13.? BUT DAM... SHE CAN &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACT&lt;/span&gt; REALLY WELL. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt; acted better then 99% of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mediacorp's&lt;/span&gt; actors.! (1% cause i never really watch TV nowadays &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it goes roughly like this. Matilda's family got murdered by a corrupted cop, Stan, played by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gary_Oldman"&gt;Gary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Oldman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Cause Matilda got pissed by the fact that they killed her little brother, she approached Leon. She wanted to be trained by him so that she could avenge her little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; just stop here... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Go watch the thing and find out yourself.! THE ENDING IS TOTALLY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;... Trust me... I give it 9.5/10 (0.5 off cause it had to END &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the movie was starting, i saw this name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Luc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Besson&lt;/span&gt;. I was thinking to myself... "Eh... Sounds really familiar...." When i checked him out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt;. HIS A FREAKING GOOD DIRECTOR.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His the man behind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Yamakasi&lt;/span&gt;, Taxi, Transporter, District 13 AND MORE.! =O&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't heard of those movies, you don't know what your missing out on man...! Go check them out.! Its those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freaking-action-packed-can't-get-out-of-seat-to-pee-cause-of-the-adrenaline-rush&lt;/span&gt; MOVIES.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go "buy them online" at "LEGAL" places like Amazon if you really want to watch them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : NC is in no way responsible for advertising or promoting the use of illegal online downloading of movies. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-8375738591807394624?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/8375738591807394624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=8375738591807394624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/8375738591807394624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/8375738591807394624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-busy-week.html' title='Its Been a BUSY Week.'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-7232530877581920818</id><published>2009-01-05T10:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:49:54.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill Pill Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HEYLOW~ Alright, i've been doing "serious" posts and i don't wanna make that something regular here so... THIS POST IS A CHILL OUT POST.! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture paints a thousand words, so... DRAW ON YOUR FUTURE ASSIGNMENTS.! GOOD LUCK TO THOSE RECEIVING YOUR RESULTS SOON.! =DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF_YIJh0HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/l1WbFTUprM8/s1600-h/real11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF_YIJh0HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/l1WbFTUprM8/s400/real11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287647489990709362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHAHA.! BEEP BEEP.!!! ZOOM................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF_X3Li4nI/AAAAAAAAAFw/D48wwX6dozU/s1600-h/michelin-baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 341px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF_X3Li4nI/AAAAAAAAAFw/D48wwX6dozU/s400/michelin-baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287647485435765362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHAHAHA.! IS HE WEARING DIAPERS.?!?! I CAN'T TELL.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF_XieoCuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fZIws3Hdd2s/s1600-h/funny-pictures-what-no-pot-of-gold-1Ta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF_XieoCuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fZIws3Hdd2s/s400/funny-pictures-what-no-pot-of-gold-1Ta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287647479878650594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now we know where the POT OF GOLD is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF_Xfv4S9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Hivg96zTpTs/s1600-h/funny-pictures-school-dress-code-05J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF_Xfv4S9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Hivg96zTpTs/s400/funny-pictures-school-dress-code-05J.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287647479145712594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHAHA.!!! LOOK AT THAT BOY'S FACE.!&lt;br /&gt;"HUH... WHY IS SHE WALKING TOWARDS ME.... OH NO... I THINK MY PANTS IS TOO TIGHT...."&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else besides of me think that this picture was taken in Thailand....? O.o The chick looks thai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF_N1HzwlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EvdIVTTTy2g/s1600-h/funny-pictures-mission-impossible-06G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF_N1HzwlI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EvdIVTTTy2g/s400/funny-pictures-mission-impossible-06G.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287647313084531282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Mission Impossible Theme Song starts playing...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF_N5-BaVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mBQk8Gkifmw/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cute-mohawk-baby-5ob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF_N5-BaVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mBQk8Gkifmw/s400/funny-pictures-cute-mohawk-baby-5ob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287647314385660242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AH.....!!! That's just too CUTE man..! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF_Nm-ZJQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fNWA0Xnn4-0/s1600-h/funny-pictures-animals-crackers-1gc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF_Nm-ZJQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fNWA0Xnn4-0/s400/funny-pictures-animals-crackers-1gc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287647309286941954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O.O... NEVER.GONNA.EAT.THEM.ANYMORE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF_NRqmqhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6WtGVZYN414/s1600-h/boys3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF_NRqmqhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6WtGVZYN414/s400/boys3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287647303566797330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHAHA.! xD Beer commercials should show stuff like this.! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF_NfaFxjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DuIj228Lcd0/s1600-h/ATT33758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF_NfaFxjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DuIj228Lcd0/s400/ATT33758.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287647307255629362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"GRRR WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"OK....... DUDE... CHILL....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF--MnsdZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/b6oYMKGspDw/s1600-h/ATT33755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF--MnsdZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/b6oYMKGspDw/s400/ATT33755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287647044514379154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHAHAHA.!!&lt;br /&gt;"ME SO DRUNK... @.@...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF--ART01I/AAAAAAAAAEo/9GSMF_T31as/s1600-h/ATT33754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF--ART01I/AAAAAAAAAEo/9GSMF_T31as/s400/ATT33754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287647041199264594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Watch Me Crank It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Watch Me Roll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Watch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then SuperMan Dat Hoe&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;They're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SuperMan-ing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOO WELL&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF--CbQw0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/u0lZunqd3O8/s1600-h/80476147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF--CbQw0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/u0lZunqd3O8/s400/80476147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287647041777877826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Don't make me KUNGFU your ASS BITCH....!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF-9kR09pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZAh1gsHTs_s/s1600-h/46936683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF-9kR09pI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZAh1gsHTs_s/s400/46936683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287647033685243538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHAHA.! Looks like a baby Scooby Doo.! xD&lt;br /&gt;"Zhorry Shaagy...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF-9aifY0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WgZXGPkiAjo/s1600-h/998119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF-9aifY0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WgZXGPkiAjo/s400/998119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287647031070778178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"FREEZE.! HANDS OFF THE... SPRING ONION.?!?! DON'T YOU EAT BAMBOO.?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : OH YEA... IT IS A BAMBOO.! xD Poor Kung Fu Panda... Useless against a gun...&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/1522396028152581395-7232530877581920818?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7232530877581920818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=7232530877581920818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7232530877581920818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7232530877581920818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2009/01/chill-pill-post.html' title='Chill Pill Post'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SWF_YIJh0HI/AAAAAAAAAF4/l1WbFTUprM8/s72-c/real11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-3801337515478651750</id><published>2008-12-31T13:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:20:44.696+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year resolution for 2006'/><title type='text'>Resolutions For 2009</title><content type='html'>Ah... New Years Day... A really special day of the year where all of us... Sit down, and think. Seriously think about what accomplishments we wish to achieve, and even go to lengths to draw up a "New Years Resolution".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... How often do we even get to out resolutions..? Lets just say procrastination is one cruel bitch. xD This post was suppose to be out by LAST NIGHT. AHAHAHA.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, as part of a attempt to break the cycle, i'm gonna draw up a resolution for this year. Hopefully i'll be able to cross off a few of those crap throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-decoration:line-through"&gt;- O Levels... Get into either Product Designing or Marine Engineering. Otherwise, forget it. I'd rather use a year to re-sit for O Levels and get the course of my desire then waste 3 years in a course i hate.&lt;/p&gt; (TOTALLY LEARNED MY LESSON FROM POA...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Be more dedicated to my studies if i make it. (No excuses now since its the course of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY CHOICE&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Keep this blog alive. (Should be pretty easy... =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-decoration:line-through"&gt;- Get some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CASH&lt;/span&gt; by getting a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOB&lt;/span&gt; =/ &lt;/p&gt;(STEADY AR SHIN.?! &gt;=D VICTORIA SECRETS ALL THE WAY MAN.! WOOHOO.!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Starting reading more books again.! (Shut up. ME &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEARTS&lt;/span&gt; READING... ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charles Darwin - On The Origin Of Species&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charles Darwin - The Descent of Man, and Selection in Relation to Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel - The Phenomenology of Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Richard Dawkin - The Blind Watchmaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Richard Dawkin - The God Delusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Percy Jackson Series (Mandy, when i get my dough.! I'll get it.! I'll lend you too.!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eragon Series (Yea... I'm a reader that isn't catching up with times well... =/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ah... Omg... I'm becoming a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GEEK&lt;/span&gt;.... All so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCIENCE-ISH&lt;/span&gt; one...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Buy a violin.! I want the ELECTRIC ONE =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Continue learning my violin (OMG... xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Learn how to ride a bicycle AGAIN &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;. (OMFG 3 TIMES ALREADY LEH.! I better get a bike and ride regularly so i won't forget...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Polish up on swimming and start swimming regularly. (Speedos... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT.!&lt;/span&gt; AHAHAHAHA.!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Feel like learning how to skateboard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Polish up on boxing.! (All need money to buy equipment...! AH...!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- GO PLAY BOSSABALL AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bring out my DOGGIES more often. (If not they maul me whenever i go to them...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stop being mean to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- TRY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; to be mean to people who OBVIOUSLY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DESERVE&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Break up with my SEXY, SEDUCTIVE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mistress&lt;/span&gt; PROCRASTINATION... (I love you baby... But this isn't working for us.... xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Reduce the time i hang out with my FUN&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; friend&lt;/span&gt; LAZINESS... (Sorry man... Its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; NOT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;... Your a fucking slob... xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Try to buy more tissues from those uncles and aunties peddling them. (But not too much la... I'm not trying to give myself a tissue paper cut luh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Keep my room neat and organised... (Ah... I'll TRY...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Be less social apathetic. READ MORE NEWSPAPER AND WATCH MORE NEWS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stay together with... NC junior.! (I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; MY INNER CHILD.! =DDDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.! Thats about it i think... Hope this shit works.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : According to Wikipedia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recent research shows that the new years resolution starts the day of new years (January 1st) and ends the first day of the next year .While 52% of participants in a resolution study were confident of success with their goals, only 12% actually achieved their goals. Men achieved their goal 22% more often when they engaged in goal setting, a system where small measurable goals are used (lose a pound a week, instead of saying "lose weight"), while women succeeded 10% more when they made their goals public and got support from their friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most popular resolutions are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Lose Weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Gain Weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Get out of Debt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Save Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. Get a Better Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. Get Fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. Eat Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. Get a Better Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. Drink less Alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10. Quit Smoking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11. Reduce Stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12. Take a Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;13. Volunteer to Help Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;14. Be Less Grumpy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15. Be more independent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;16. Watch less violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-3801337515478651750?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/3801337515478651750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=3801337515478651750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3801337515478651750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3801337515478651750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2008/12/resolutions-for-2009.html' title='Resolutions For 2009'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-2014655707657098994</id><published>2008-12-28T16:42:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:14:58.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion Atheism atheist agnostic ten commandments bible'/><title type='text'>Hey God... You There...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please be informed that this post contains SCRUTINY on RELIGIOUS issues. Don't bother reading it if your really SENSITIVE about issues like that. If you plan to read this, read it with an OPEN HEART and take things with a pinch of salt as i am merely expressing my opinions and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; NOT forcing any ideas on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, Religion. Its CONTROVERSIAL. And its an issue that will never be solved anytime soon. There just isn't enough HARD SOLID evidence on the atheist's side to stuff in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;religion's&lt;/span&gt; face. Vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; AGNOSTIC on the verge of ATHEISM. What does it mean.? Agnostic pretty much means not sure of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt; of god. Atheism means that one thinks that god isn't real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things worked out for me in the scientific point of view i guess. I felt that CREATIONISM (The belief that a God created the universe.) was A HARNESS ON CURIOSITY&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Its like what Richard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dawkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; said :&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="body"&gt;I am against religion because it teaches us to be satisfied with not understanding the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i don't like following blindly. Give me a reason and i shall believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now. I'm sticking to Darwin. Evolution makes sense to me. Its been shown through fossils but the ONLY REASON why its still classified as a "THEORY" is because of the fact that it hasn't been recorded in action. Creationist often pick on the fact that evolution is just a theory and has not been proven. Gravity which is such a big part of our lives is a theory too. But it HAS WORKED for us so far hasn't it.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those fossils that has been carbon dated to be MILLIONS of years old unlike the statement base on the Bible that shows the Earth to be ROUGHLY 6500 YEARS OLD. Fossils that shows the pattern of evolution through the ages. All dubbed as FALSE by Creationism. Isn't that like having a BIG piece of EVIDENCE placed IN FRONT of you but SHUTTING your eyes so that you can stick to what you've been doing for the past 2 thousand years...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" rel="nofollow" href="http://www.yelp.com/user_details?userid=fZxazDhgaQMHeV4Xsb-h_w"&gt;Gene A.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       God put fossils on this planet that are 1,000,000,000+ years old to fool us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah man... This thing about religion is just... BLAH. Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; haven't been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... "TOUCHED by God's GRACE" or something. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too LOGICAL of a person to believe that God exist i guess... I'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;re butt&lt;/span&gt; situations like "having an OUT OF THE WORLD EXPERIENCE" as a stimulation of the brain due to certain catalyst. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the way i am AT THIS POINT IN TIME i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ponder over this. Which one seems more LOGICAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The UNIVERSE being CREATED by a GOD and THE BIBLE being an ACTUAL ACCOUNT OF HISTORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BIBLE and GOD being a CREATION of a HUMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the LATTER more logical. If you were to PLACE YOURSELF IN THE SHOES of a man roughly 2000 years back. Where science was RELATIVELY UNKNOWN and the ORIGINS of everything was DUBIOUS. Wouldn't you come up with reasons such as humans being created by a greater being.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging by this, the author of the Bible is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a human wouldn't you think...? Lets call him... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Pringles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (My dad is eating them beside me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to read the Bible, the women are shown as the product of men. Eve was created from a rib of Adam which made her INDEBTED to Adam and had to be at HIS SERVICE. Eve was also BLAMED for making Adam eat the Forbidden Fruit from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. And she was DOOMED TO SUFFER for doing so thus she has to endure labor pains blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it make sense that such a SEXIST "story", so to speak, would have been created by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pringles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, an ANCIENT MAN who was used to MALE EMPOWERMENT and uses that as a way to EXPLAIN the female biological functions...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Bible, humans were DIRECTLY DESCENDED from only two humans. Adam and Eve. Doesn't it makes sense to you if the Bible was written by an ANCIENT MAN like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Pringles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.? A man who DOESN'T have the INTELLECT and IDEA based on FOSSILS collections to CONCEPTUALIZE evolution. And thus, he would use what was easily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; to him to explain the creation of the human race...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At his time, humans were REPRODUCING through INTERCOURSE and that was the only "idea" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Pringles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had to explain how humans came to be. And being unable to explain how the first 2 humans came to be, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Pringles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;CONVENIENTLY&lt;/span&gt; "created a God" to "create the first 2 humans".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Ten Commandments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. You shall have no other gods before me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. You shall not make for yourself an idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. You shall not make wrongful use of the name of your God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy. (Sabbath = 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; day = Sunday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. Honor your father and mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. You shall not kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. You shall not commit adultery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. You shall not steal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10. You shall not covet your neighbor's wife. You shall not covet anything that belongs to your neighbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words from God himself. Why does it seem so RIGHT and JUST...? Well... Think about it this way. If &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Pringles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was the HUMAN AUTHOR of the Bible like i said, he would have been somewhat like us. Someone who has a CONSCIENCE. Someone who has an UNDERSTANDING OF MORALS. And CONSCIENCE is something we HUMANS GENERALLY SHARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may come from DIFFERENT walks of life but our CONSCIENCE will not DIFFER too much. So if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Pringles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were to create a Ten Commandments based on HIS CONSCIENCE, it would naturally seem fair to MOST of us wouldn't it.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would i say that the Ten Commandments aren't the words of God but of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Pringles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. Honor your father and mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. You shall not kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. You shall not commit adultery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. You shall not steal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10. You shall not covet your neighbor's wife. You shall not covet anything that belongs to your neighbor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 6 Commandments are something that seem NATURALLY FAIR to us because, being GRATEFUL to the parents who brought us up is POLITICALLY RIGHT. And so is not killing, stealing and doing INJUSTICE to thy neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the other 4 Commandments..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. You shall have no other gods before me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. You shall not make for yourself an idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. You shall not make wrongful use of the name of your God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy.&lt;/span&gt; (Sabbath = 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day = Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Commandment is to ensure that the "God" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Pringles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; created remains in TOTAL POWER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next 3 is to ENSURE that this God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Pringles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; created will not be BEFOUL and FORGOTTEN like many of the OTHER ANCIENT RELIGIONS that EXISTED at THAT TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Second Commandment would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;AVOID&lt;/span&gt; a MISUNDERSTANDING when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Pringles's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; religion is spreading. Cause when an IDOL is CREATED and USED to REPRESENT a God. It gets changed when a second idol is CREATED to MIMIC the ORIGINAL and thus, the origins of the god would be CONFUSED. An example of this would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Buddhism&lt;/span&gt;. The origins of the Goddess of Mercy or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Guan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ma is NOT CONFIRMED. It is thought to be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; PRINCE who turned into a God. Looks like he got a sex change on the way to China. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Third Commandment obviously is to MAKE SURE that the "God" wouldn't be blamed for "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Human's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; misdoing". Example, the suicide bombers "killing in the name of Allah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fourth Commandment is to ENSURE that followers of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Pringle's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Religion would remain FAITHFUL and PIOUS by dedicating every Sunday to God. Example, Christian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; just stop here. Just be reminded, I'm NOT trying to CONVINCE you that religion is a bunch of crap. Nor am i saying that Atheism is the right way of life. I'm just SHARING MY VIEWS on religion and why am i not religious. I am in no way trying to force my views upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : There isn't a point FLAMING me on this post because... That WOULDN'T PROVE the existence of God. If you have THAT much time, go try proving that HE exist. And the flavor of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Pringles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my Dad was eating is Original ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-2014655707657098994?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/2014655707657098994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=2014655707657098994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/2014655707657098994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/2014655707657098994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-god-you-there.html' title='Hey God... You There...?'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-4005508786301008509</id><published>2008-12-24T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:08:09.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams invention'/><title type='text'>In Your DREAMS</title><content type='html'>Ah. I'm back. Wanted a little break from this blogging thingy. Not that i don't enjoy it or its laborious, but its more of... Me being sick of the computer. Ah, doesn't matter. I'M BACK~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really into Xmas so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not gonna do a post on it~ I'd much rather do something else more interesting and meaningful like... DREAMS.! No, not aspirations, dreams as in those you get when your asleep.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although dreams and its purpose are not fully understood, THEY'RE PRETTY DAM FUN TO HAVE.! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.! Personally, i rarely have NICE DREAMS and NIGHTMARES, but having weird dreams are pretty dam fun too.! =D (I think it has something to do with eccentric mindsets... Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; why i only have weird dreams...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sucha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pity that i can't remember most of my dreams... You know what, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gonna start keeping a dream journal.! I'm gonna place a book beside my bed and scribble down any dreams i have.! Should be fun.! Imagine flipping through the book like 10 years later and remembering those dreams that you had. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;There're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a few different kinds of dreams... And i think these few are FREAKING COOL =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCID DREAMS&lt;br /&gt;Lucid dreams are dreams where one is conscious and is able to control his/her dreams.! HOW FREAKING COOL IS THAT.?! Why don't i have dreams like that =(... Wish i could experience that...I would totally summon a monkey by my side. =&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Déjà&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Vu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sort of a normal dream that you have but don't really remember. Until one day, a similar situation occurs, and memories of that dream will come flooding to you and somehow, the situation you experience matches your dream =O.... But i think this is all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;coincidental&lt;/span&gt;... I doubt it has anything to do with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;clairvoyance&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream Incorporation&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS DAM FUN IF YOUR NOT THE ONE EXPERIENCING IT.! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;.! This is a dream where an external stimulus affects the person who is dreaming and it becomes a part of the dream. For example, When your having one of this dream and i shout "BANG.!". That "BANG.!" becomes part of your dream. Maybe it becomes an explosion, or a really loud fart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; Something along that line. So if i wanted to disturb you... I'd keep saying "Itchy~" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine... Someday, scientists managed to completely understand and manipulate dreams.! Maybe like a... DREAM INDUCING SLEEPING EYE MASK.! Before you sleep, enter on the eye mask what is it you would like to dream. Then when you sleep, you will dream whatever you wanted to.! That would be so freaking cool.! But then again... I'm dam sure that people will abuse it... Using it as a way to escape from reality... Yet another substitution for drugs... Ah.! Forget about that idea.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SVJPHF96ayI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VSJUkZeRTyM/s1600-h/warm-whiskers-eye-pillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SVJPHF96ayI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VSJUkZeRTyM/s400/warm-whiskers-eye-pillow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283372296138550050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Furry limited edition.!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW.! LUCID DREAM SLEEPING CAP.! Wear it and you will be able to control your dreams.! =&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SVJPGqqUw6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/enQkrhZzVDc/s1600-h/funny-pictures-poo-head-099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SVJPGqqUw6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/enQkrhZzVDc/s400/funny-pictures-poo-head-099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283372288808633250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(What a shit head... XP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH.! DREAM INCORPORATING SLEEPING EARMUFFS.! Whatever you hear becomes part of your dream.! Interesting way to spice up your dream.! So just before you sleep, wear the DREAM INCORPORATING SLEEPING EARMUFFS and play a movie.! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; SO FUN.! =&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SVJPGODPABI/AAAAAAAAADw/zPL55KM0OuU/s1600-h/swarovski-fashion-rocks-dj-headphones-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SVJPGODPABI/AAAAAAAAADw/zPL55KM0OuU/s400/swarovski-fashion-rocks-dj-headphones-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283372281128484882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Hope this comes in Dark Blue.! Oh, and hope this comes free too XP 3 FREAKING THOUSAND BUCKS... X.X....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.... Maybe... OH.! DREAM SHARING PILLOW.! Its like before you sleep, you choose someone who has a DREAM SHARING PILLOW too. Then if the other party agrees, both of your pillows are linked.! So when both of you sleep, and when either one of you dreams, you can talk to each other or do whatever the hell you want to.! I think this is an A-W-E-S-O-M-E invention.! Imagine how much it would help couples with bad relationship problems due to lack of time spent together. Usually a working class person would have no time for his family cause he'd be home late and all shagged. Now he can spend good quality time with his family.! Just need to get a DREAM SHARING PILLOW for each of the family and your done.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SVJPGVjuuoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AoLKSv8pJ0E/s1600-h/Samantha+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SVJPGVjuuoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/AoLKSv8pJ0E/s400/Samantha+193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283372283143830146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(THIS IS TOO CUTE.! xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.! I wish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still alive when these inventions become a reality... So cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;... If anyone of you have any other ideas.! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-4005508786301008509?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/4005508786301008509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=4005508786301008509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/4005508786301008509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/4005508786301008509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-your-dreams.html' title='In Your DREAMS'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SVJPHF96ayI/AAAAAAAAAEI/VSJUkZeRTyM/s72-c/warm-whiskers-eye-pillow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-7054070579188965011</id><published>2008-12-20T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:17:52.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus'/><title type='text'>I-NEED-A-BREAK</title><content type='html'>Ok.&lt;br /&gt;F.R.I.E.N.D.S.  totally made me a couch potato for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Now that Youtube removed it, i gotta find something else to do. I wanna do something else. Getting SIANNED out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell another hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;I feel another hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;I want another hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;I need another hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah blah hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;Oidnowro owkerm hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;123243 254564343 hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : I'll be back online after you decrypt "Oidnowro owkerm hiatus." and "123243 254564343 hiatus." . Should be easy ;D *Cough.!* POINTLESS.! *Cough* ;D...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-7054070579188965011?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/7054070579188965011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=7054070579188965011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7054070579188965011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/7054070579188965011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-need-break.html' title='I-NEED-A-BREAK'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-440365424230983800</id><published>2008-12-18T18:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:57:49.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steven Lim SG hunk'/><title type='text'>What Else Can I Say But... Steven Lim.?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SUoy9GNu5XI/AAAAAAAAADI/icgzEAPIfTg/s1600-h/fitfit12pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SUoy9GNu5XI/AAAAAAAAADI/icgzEAPIfTg/s400/fitfit12pic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281089538266948978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steven Lim. International man of mystery. What is the mystery shrouding this man you may ask. The reason why he remains an enigma lies in one sole question... "IS HE FUCKING KIDDING.!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could have been the catalyst to such an abomination of mentality...? Turning a decent young man into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SUoy8oIJDNI/AAAAAAAAADA/qqiWjzIvWX8/s1600-h/youngsteven2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SUoy8oIJDNI/AAAAAAAAADA/qqiWjzIvWX8/s400/youngsteven2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281089530190433490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An attention seeking social deviant....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SUoy8v6kRzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/aZTwcu9KFVE/s1600-h/sexy1small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SUoy8v6kRzI/AAAAAAAAAC4/aZTwcu9KFVE/s400/sexy1small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281089532280981298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alright, i was talking about him with Shin just last night and felt the urge to do a post "dedicated" to the "World's Most Handsome Guy". Oh my god... Did i just said that.? And i kissed people with this mouth.! Just pass me the Dettol.! PLEASE... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i think Steven Lim is an interesting person. Irritating and inappropriate but interesting nonetheless. Kinda like... Cockroaches. You hate them, but DAMN... They have some freaking cool survival abilities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he does have his Pros... Just that they are all over shadowed by his Cons. So lets start with the Cons that WE ALL KNOW shall we.? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONS :&lt;br /&gt;1. THE FACT THAT HE THINKS HIS ATTRACTIVE.&lt;br /&gt;God... IS HE SERIOUS.?! He prolly got that major ego boost when he bulked up after his polytechnic days...&lt;br /&gt;He said "&lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Franklin Gothic Book;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;used to be very skinny and small sized as seen in the pic with my 3 years  poly friends in the same position.  I want to be a hunk!  I went for a  successful lasik operation which took away my myopia. With Self created  formulas, I gained 18 kg of muscles within 6 months. I look miles better,  stronger and have confidence that I never had before.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;When he was promoting the release of his own &lt;a href="http://www.stevenlim.net/hunk.htm"&gt;"Body Building Book"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"confidence i never had before."....? You have confidence NO ONE HAD EVER HAVE BEFORE. God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The stunts he pulls to get attention.&lt;br /&gt;His pretty much using all the mainstream medias such as Youtube, Friendster etc etc. If you were to check out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/sghunk1976"&gt;his Youtube account&lt;/a&gt;... You will experience the follow emotions.&lt;br /&gt;1st. Slightly amused by his crazy antics.&lt;br /&gt;2nd. Starts warming up to his videos and indulge in stitch popping laughter.&lt;br /&gt;3rd. Start to get disgusted and start feeling ashame for him as a fellow human being.&lt;br /&gt;4th. Awed by how self delusional he is.&lt;br /&gt;5th Ashamed as a fellow human being when you realise how pathetic his attempts are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats what people usually feel like i guess. I still manage to laugh at his randomness, but Shin totally dislikes him xD i mean look at &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eX8WTpr1iH8&amp;amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt;.!&lt;br /&gt;"I'M GOING TO GEYLANG TOMMOROW~~~ YES.!" ROFLMAOL.! Totally DID NOT expect that xD.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. His totally inappropriate.&lt;br /&gt;Well... i couldn't care less about this... Cause i feel as liberal as him, just that i understand that not everyone wants a step by step tutorial in washing a penis or a rectum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stevenlim.net/"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Eras Demi ITC;"  lang="ZH-CN"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:Eras Demi ITC;"  lang="ZH-CN"&gt;I SUFFERED INFECTIONS WITH          YELLOW DISCHARGES N DISTURBING EXTREME PAIN N ITCHINESS during my          secondary 3 or 4 period which i cant really remember.   I have          to run to my father for help and finally, he taught me how to wash mine          with him demonstrating washing his!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Just scroll down his website to find this 5th april 2008 entry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That must have been awkward...&lt;br /&gt;"AH PA~~~ MY LAN PA PAIN PAIN.!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyoo... Let Ah Pa see... Lift a bit higher. Alamak.! You never wash is it.?"&lt;br /&gt;"HAR.... Must wash meh....?! I never leh...."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry Ah Boi. Come. Ah Pa SHOW YOU."&lt;br /&gt;"Like that ar Ah Pa....?"&lt;br /&gt;"NO LA STUPID. BRING HERE. I SHOW YOU HOW ITS DONE."&lt;br /&gt;"Hehehe... Ah Pa... Ticklish leh."&lt;br /&gt;"DON'T PLAY LA.! SERIOUS NOW. UNLESS YOU DON'T WANT YOUR BIRD BIRD.!"&lt;br /&gt;"HAR...!!! DOWAN DOWAN.! I WANT MY BIRD BIRD.! OK OK I DON'T PLAY ANYMORE.! SORRY AH PA.!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.! OOPS~ Kinda let my imagination took over for a second xD.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after reading that, you guys prolly wonder what kind of a person is Steven Lim's father don't ya.? I kinda found out on a Straits Time Paper, and DAMN... Was i surprised... His father is actually a pretty famous artist in Singapore, &lt;a href="http://www.mass.org.sg/profile/27.htm"&gt;Lim Leong Seng&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What else can i say but... "I guess some apples do fall far from the tree from which it was created."&lt;br /&gt;It just so happens that this apple fell off the tree. Rolled down the hill. Dropped into a truck. Hopped off the truck into NASA headquarters. Got kicked into a space shuttle. And got sent to some unknown planet. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... All that aside, he does have his Pros too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROS :&lt;br /&gt;1. THE FACT THAT HE THINKS HIS ATTRACTIVE.&lt;br /&gt;What really intrigues me about him is how DELUSIONAL he is.! I would never be able to imagine such a deluded human without actually seeing him. He really shows me the pinnacle of ignis fatuus and proves to me that the mind indeed is a powerful object...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;This is what a dude said in a &lt;a href="http://tomorrow.sg/archives/2005/05/24/ban_steven_lim_from_appearing_on.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; i googled.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot. Making fun of Steven Lim is a national pastime. You will be depriving four million Singaporeans of their entertainment!!     &lt;div class="author"&gt; Posted by &lt;a href="http://tomorrow.sg/user/view/115" title="View user profile."&gt;menofclay&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://tomorrow.sg/comment/view/1226"&gt;25 May, 2005 - 12:17am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : If your reading this Steven Lim and your thinking of making a video response like you did to Xiaxue on her &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2007/07/top-seven-most-disgusting-bloggers-in.html" target="_blank"&gt;Top Seven Most Disgusting Bloggers (In the Singapore blogosphere)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't call me a "Chicken Pie"... I really do prefer Shepherd's Pie ;D...&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/1522396028152581395-440365424230983800?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/440365424230983800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=440365424230983800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/440365424230983800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/440365424230983800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-else-can-i-say-but-steven-lim.html' title='What Else Can I Say But... Steven Lim.?'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SUoy9GNu5XI/AAAAAAAAADI/icgzEAPIfTg/s72-c/fitfit12pic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-3762016901733344949</id><published>2008-12-17T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:52:01.324+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love  like music live'/><title type='text'>Do You Really...?</title><content type='html'>Ok... Now that i'm back from the chalet... And now that i'm not feeling shitty, i'm gonna make a post... Just a random topic that popped in my head a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda remembered someone who told me that she LOVED music and it was her LIFE... She even wanted to pick it as a course when she was choosing the polytechnic and course of her choice. Well... This post is dedicated to people who think you LOVE music and think that its your LIFE. You can choose not to read this post and remain an ignoramus for all i care. I just want to get this out of my chest once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SUj1cM9b46I/AAAAAAAAACw/bwXDWF0sLuA/s1600-h/poster_for_a_party_by_avantgardedesigns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SUj1cM9b46I/AAAAAAAAACw/bwXDWF0sLuA/s400/poster_for_a_party_by_avantgardedesigns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280740427955954594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it really your life...?&lt;br /&gt;I've seen my fair share of blogs and people. Many seem to profess their love of music with cheesy, cliche quotes that makes blue cheese smell like daisies. Quotes such as "Music is my life." or "Whats life without music.?" and "I live for music." Shit like that. But i've always have my doubts when people make open claims like that. And i have my reasons. Stuff that would prolly make you ponder on the question, "What is music to you.?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason Numero Uno :&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure many of you would agree that life would suck without music.  Think about it. How many hours do we idle away with some songs stuck deep in our head. How many times do we find ourselves humming or singing a little tune to liven up the boring hours or chores.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is... YOU'VE-GOT-TO-LOVE-MUSIC.! Its something between a BARE NECESSITY and a LUXURY in life.! You REALLY NEED IT, but CAN LIVE WITHOUT IT. Its like COLORS. You really need colors in life, but color blinds are able to live devoid of it too. So it is not that you CAN'T-LIVE-WITHOUT-MUSIC... Its more of... IT-SUCKS-TO-LIVE-WITHOUT-MUSIC.&lt;br /&gt;And because of the fact that many people thinks IT-SUCKS-TO-LIVE-WITHOUT-MUSIC but don't ponder on it enough, they THINK they can't live without music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason Numero Dos :&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much everyone LIKES music because it is so DIVERSE and it has many genres to appeal to almost every taste in existence. Its just like how there are many FLAVORS,TEXTURES and COLORS for each and every person's liking. Because of this, pretty much everyone LIKES music.! Because the word itself is so WIDE. Its like loving the bright colors on the rainbow, and saying that you love ALL COLORS when the rainbow doesn't cover all the colors in existence, such as the dull colors.&lt;br /&gt;And because of the fact that many people THINK they love music, it kinda makes the quote "I LOVE MUSIC."... Sorta like... A lame quote.? It makes the word "LOVE" so much more lesser then it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get what i mean then.... Gimme a second chance to explain myself.&lt;br /&gt;For example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music. Pretty much everyone listens to it. And like i just said, "MUSIC is something between a BARE NECESSITY and a LUXURY in life." Its like something pretty much everyone does. So if you say you love it because you listen to it everyday. I think you don't LOVE it. I think you just LIKE it. Cause pretty much everyone listens to music or thinks about music everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you were saying something else different like... Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance. Not everyone does it. So if you told me that you LOVE dance because you do it everyday, i'll take you for it. Because Dance isn't something many people think of or do everyday, If you told me that you love it enough to be able to do it and think about it everyday. I'd believe that you love it. Because that is not something many people are able to do on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why i said that the word "LOVE" used in context with music, compared to "LOVE" used in context to dance, seems so much more meaningless and downgraded cause there are so many people who say they LOVE music when they only LIKE music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that NOBODY TRUELY LOVES MUSIC. There ARE people who truely love music. But because of the fact that almost everyone LIKES music. You would have to do MORE THEN listen to music everyday to say that you truely love music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are people who wake up in the morning, and the first thing they think of would be music. Everything they do revolves around the love of their life, Music. Its not that they don't have a life. Its just that their life is Music. They find many ways to express their love of music, sing, compose, play and instrument. They have a PASSION for MUSIC. They make MUSIC without being told to. They make music out of their own choice. And its something they can't help but do too, just like falling in love. Be it an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;infactuation&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;b&gt;Agapē&lt;/b&gt;. Its something they can't help but submit to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They neglect their social lifes for music. They make sacrifices ordinary people wouldn't for music. Its because of the fact they are doing out of the ordinary acts that makes the word LOVE used in context to music more meaningful when it comes out of their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... What IS music to you.?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-3762016901733344949?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/3762016901733344949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=3762016901733344949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3762016901733344949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3762016901733344949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-you-really.html' title='Do You Really...?'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SUj1cM9b46I/AAAAAAAAACw/bwXDWF0sLuA/s72-c/poster_for_a_party_by_avantgardedesigns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-3209402816328972666</id><published>2008-12-13T13:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:31:52.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolate bar life stacy miniature pinscher analogy appreciate those around you'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Bars</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ok. Imagine this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Your friend just got back from a holiday from some faraway country. He brought 3 Chocolate bars of the same brand and of the same flavour.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He thought it was freaking delicious and wanted you to try them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;He just realised that the chocolate bars are going to expire on the same day he gave them to you. So he ask you to finish it up by today unless you wanted a seriously bad case of diarrhea and food poisoning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Not wanting to crap your guts out, you went home. Sat your ass in front of the television. And you slowly start to eat them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;First Bar :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;After taking your first bite, you kept yourself very aware of the flavours, the textures and the smoothness of the chocolate. You made sure that you experienced every single aspect of the chocolate bar as you slowly enjoy it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After finishing the first bar, you felt thirsty but you couldn't be bothered to walk to the kitchen for a glass of water to quench your thirst. So you immediately went on to eat the next bar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Second Bar :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;After eating the first bar, you felt that you have experienced everything there is to the bar of chocolate. And instead of savoring this bar of chocolate, you just gobbled it up for the sake of eating while watching the television program to keep your mouth busy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After finishing the second bar, you still felt thirsty but didn't want to go for that drink cause it isn't the advertisement on your television program. So you went on to your third final bar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Third Bar :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;As you were going to unwrap the chocolate bar, you realised, this IS YOUR LAST BAR. And you won't be able to buy it locally because its of some weird, unknown foreign brand in a weird language that makes you unable to Google it. You make a mental note to savour every bite of the whole bar because it is your last and your may never get the chance to eat it again. Every bite of the bar towards the end was relished. You even licked the chocolate off the wrapper from not only this bar, but from the other two bars too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After finishing all 3 bars, you feel empty inside because you didn't enjoy the bars as much as you could. And now, you will never be able to.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Ok, some of you may ask, " What the fuck are you trying to get at.? Quit making me fucking hungry.!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;See, the thing is. What i'm trying to show here is, the people or things in your life are the 3 chocolate bars.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;You may be thinking now," Well i know what your trying to get at.! You trying to tell me to appreciate the people and things around me before i lose them.! I KNEW THAT A LONG TIME AGO.! WHAT A WASTE OF TIME"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Yea, i knew that a long time ago too. And i've heard stories like this trying to tell a similar moral about life too. But i've always felt that "Appreciate those around you before you lose them." is just too shallow as a moral of the story. So i'm gonna give you more insight to my version of "Appreciate those around you before you lose them."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The 3 chocolate bars represent someone you met.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Initially after you meet them and get to know them. Things were a little like the first bar. You try to get to know them in every aspect. You learn about their characters and styles of doing things. These are represented in the story as the flavours, textures and smoothness of the chocolate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After you felt like you know them. Things get a little boring because it all gets predictable like the second bar. So instead of appreciating the people you met. You just "gobbled" through them too. You fail to enjoy them as the special individuals you known them as.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But once you are nearing the end, be it death (Represented by the expiry date or by the end of all 3 bars). You start to rediscover them. You start to realise why is it that you got to like them and you start enjoying all their "flavours", "textures" and "smoothness" all over again. But you regretted the fact that the whole "second bar" in your life was wasted and will never be back again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;How can all of these be prevented.? It could have been prevented if you had taken that drink in between all 3 bars.!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;If you had taken those drinks, it would have cleared your palates and ready you for the next bar. That simple drink of water would have reignite your crazy craving for the bars. It would have made the "flavours" of the next bar feel fresh and new again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I'm not asking you to commit adultery or toss your friends aside when i ask you to get a drink. It may be like having some alone time.? Maybe a mini project to be done in the basement or garage.? Completing a jigsaw puzzle.? Just something to clear your mind and to break the monotonous cycle of boredom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Yes, it IS that simple but why don't we ever get to it.? Its because of stuff like the "television program" and "waiting for advertisements". These two represent the foreign distractions and procrastinations. They are the things that was holding us back from "getting a drink". The drink that could have made every single bar taste like the first bar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;You may say that "Hey if i miss part of the show, i wouldn't understand the second part of the show.!" So it all comes down to prioritising. Would you rather miss a part of your show, or miss the experience of eating that chocolate bar.? So ask yourself, is it possible to catch a re-run of that show again.? If it is possible, then forget about the show.!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The true dilemma comes when the "show" is something you have to experience at that time. Maybe its a live telecast of a soccer match. Watching a LIVE and watching a RE-RUN of the soccer match is very different. If you miss watching a LIVE show, you will never get it the thrill back too like the chocolate bars. Which is why one has to make a tough choice. One can't always have the best of both worlds.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well, i hope this post opened up your eyes. If your allergic to dairy products that makes you unable to eat chocolate bars... Well... Sucks to be you. XP&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Anyways this post is dedicate to Stacy, my Miniature Pinscher. She passed away in front of me this morning due to kidney failure from old age. I loved her and may she rest in peace.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;P.S. : If your trying to find faults with my analogy. Go get a life douche.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-3209402816328972666?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/3209402816328972666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=3209402816328972666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3209402816328972666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/3209402816328972666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2008/12/chocolate-bars.html' title='Chocolate Bars'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1522396028152581395.post-5407172740028800013</id><published>2008-12-12T19:29:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:43:32.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worry Worries Worrying is like a rocking chair'/><title type='text'>Worries</title><content type='html'>Hey, i'm back from my little hiatus. Had some stuff going on and didn't really felt like blogging much. Anyways, today i'm going to talk about worries.! (God i sound like a children show host xD And the letter of the day is "J".... xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself a laid back person. Rarely/Close to never get stressed out. I've been told that i seemed confident and thats prolly why i don't get stressed out. But... See... The thing is... I'm not exactly confident but i'm still not stressed out. Cause... I feel that worrying, is a pointless thing to do. I have my reasons why i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i've found myself looking at many people at many instances worrying about something they can't control. I think thats the epitome of pointless-things-to-do. Its like a quote i once heard in a movie, "Worrying is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you anywhere."&lt;br /&gt;IT APPLIES TO ALL ROCKING CHAIRS.! Even if you have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SUJU3Yf4HWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4qHOPyECF5E/s1600-h/014262__.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SUJU3Yf4HWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4qHOPyECF5E/s400/014262__.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278875023677332834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A KAWASAKI ROCKING CHAIR.!&lt;br /&gt;Or an...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SUJU3T3Sc8I/AAAAAAAAACY/1JDrt67Fq1E/s1600-h/014264__.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SUJU3T3Sc8I/AAAAAAAAACY/1JDrt67Fq1E/s400/014264__.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278875022433350594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AEROPLANE ROCKING CHAIR&lt;br /&gt;Even a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SUJU3m4fnmI/AAAAAAAAACg/pqWSpg21ino/s1600-h/dapple-rocking-horse-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SUJU3m4fnmI/AAAAAAAAACg/pqWSpg21ino/s400/dapple-rocking-horse-400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278875027538681442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FREAKISHLY REAL LIFE-LIKE ROCKING HORSE ROCKING CHAIR.!&lt;br /&gt;(Where the hell were all of these when i was young...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless your this cheating bastard =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SUJXEaC1M1I/AAAAAAAAACo/OY5k9bFDv50/s1600-h/2839202132_645d2eab42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SUJXEaC1M1I/AAAAAAAAACo/OY5k9bFDv50/s400/2839202132_645d2eab42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278877446453932882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So why stress yourself over something you cannot control...? Its just a plain waste of time and effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the reason why i don't worry is because i'd rather focus all my thoughts and efforts into doing something about the problem, if anything can be done, than fretting and doing nothing about it. Sitting there, bitching and moaning isn't gonna help. So you may as well get up on your ass and do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I'd like to take back on my words about worrying being totally pointless. Worrying works as a concern mechanism too... So i guess it kinda shows who cares for you, and that is not a pointless function by my standard...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1522396028152581395-5407172740028800013?l=itsjustnc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/feeds/5407172740028800013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1522396028152581395&amp;postID=5407172740028800013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/5407172740028800013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1522396028152581395/posts/default/5407172740028800013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjustnc.blogspot.com/2008/12/worries.html' title='Worries'/><author><name>ItsJustNC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538248680898045809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/Sw6YfitYKwI/AAAAAAAAASc/HuTIz-WizYk/S220/6728_107882767561_661517561_2278960_1834879_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pxA9SchdZQ/SUJU3Yf4HWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4qHOPyECF5E/s72-c/014262__.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
