<?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-8015803</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:32:38.916+08:00</updated><category term='test'/><category term='women'/><category term='Blogdom'/><category term='AC/DC'/><category term='KL'/><category term='men-on-pause'/><category term='Mystery'/><category term='men'/><category term='David Deangelo'/><category term='Pick Up Artist'/><category term='non-conformist'/><category term='Seduction'/><category term='Back In Black'/><category term='late bloomer'/><category term='psyche'/><category term='Style'/><category term='Labels are for Losers'/><category term='Malay male'/><title type='text'>Heyheyhey!</title><subtitle type='html'>A peek into the twisted mind of a Natural Born Geek!

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Showing nationwide in all respectable cinema outlets.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>270</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-7058256937099153373</id><published>2009-01-15T05:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T18:46:12.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malay male'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late bloomer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psyche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-conformist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men-on-pause'/><title type='text'>Men-on-pause: The trials and tribulations of a non-conformist</title><summary type='text'>Definition: The cessation of a (late-20's/early-30's Malay) male's "productive" system, in their ongoing individual search for a far greater goal in life.Just got back from a 'gebang-gebang tepi mamak' session with Abg Long, my maternal cousin; having our usual discussions on this and that, upon which we came across an epiphany of sorts of on our current predicament in life.You see, we are urban </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/7058256937099153373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=7058256937099153373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/7058256937099153373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/7058256937099153373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2009/01/men-on-pause-trials-and-tribulations-of.html' title='Men-on-pause: The trials and tribulations of a non-conformist'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-8338751271788082857</id><published>2008-04-25T03:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T03:24:12.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night a DJ Saved My Life</title><summary type='text'>Had a SUPERB night out after a long, long, time ago; in a galaxy far, far, away.Will BLOG about it MORE with pictures and all.RUDY &amp; KHALED....U da man yo!Laters....;-p</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/8338751271788082857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=8338751271788082857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/8338751271788082857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/8338751271788082857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-night-dj-saved-my-life.html' title='Last Night a DJ Saved My Life'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-8401140380505354770</id><published>2007-12-14T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T04:05:14.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words. Slowly. Gathering. Within. Me.</title><summary type='text'>The urge to write something creative again is gradually tugging against my sanity.I know, I know...it sure's been awhile since I've last posted.Life came along.  Work interceeded. Making new friends got in the way. Enjoying the hell out of life was more important. I guess.Neways I'll slowly but surely start blogging again.Let's take it one word at a time shall we.:DBRB...one of these days...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/8401140380505354770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=8401140380505354770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/8401140380505354770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/8401140380505354770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2007/12/words-slowly-gathering-within-me.html' title='Words. Slowly. Gathering. Within. Me.'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-1636480292907856193</id><published>2007-05-25T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T03:25:00.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Labels are for Losers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AC/DC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back In Black'/><title type='text'>Back in Black</title><summary type='text'>I'm back.In Black.For Good.Hopefully....Neways, there's been a lot goin on in my life for the past 4 months. Just been to busy to blog about 'em developments and highlights.However now's not the time nor the place for it. For now.....relax, kick back and enjoy my return to blogdom as the strains of AC/Dc's classic Back in Black permeate your consciousness.Listen to those guitars scream yo!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/1636480292907856193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=1636480292907856193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/1636480292907856193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/1636480292907856193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-in-black.html' title='Back in Black'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-5780499871708527402</id><published>2007-01-12T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T02:36:35.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Will the REAL Man’s Man please stand up?</title><summary type='text'>The SiNiKal SoapboxA weekly column in which NiK! takes the stand to rant/rave about anything &amp; everything that's going wrONg in KL right now from a male-chauvinistic pig's point-of-view. Highly recommended therapy by the Malaysian Royal Faculty of Psychotherapy.Just got back from a talk cock session with some of me investment banker mates.After the usual how-do-you-do’s, stock market bullshit, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/5780499871708527402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=5780499871708527402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/5780499871708527402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/5780499871708527402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2007/01/will-real-mans-man-please-stand-up.html' title='Will the REAL Man’s Man please stand up?'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-116342805629194704</id><published>2006-11-13T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:37:48.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Desires, Needs, &amp; Wants</title><summary type='text'>"Man can will nothing unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself; that he is alone, abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no other aim than the one he sets himself, with no other destiny than the one he forges for himself on this earth."- Jean-Paul SartreStop everything else that you are doing right now and clear your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/116342805629194704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=116342805629194704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/116342805629194704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/116342805629194704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/11/of-desires-needs-wants.html' title='Of Desires, Needs, &amp; Wants'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-115630668486816224</id><published>2006-08-22T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T12:41:09.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth</title><summary type='text'>I turn 26 today.And this is the Summer of My Discontent.It's a cliche I know, but pardon me for being a stereotype.Of late, I haven't been blogging much and haven't felt the urge to blog much either.I've realized that people go through phases in life.This blog in itself which was started 3 years ago on the eve of my 23rd birthday has gone through much changes. First a comedic slant as I initially</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/115630668486816224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=115630668486816224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/115630668486816224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/115630668486816224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/08/birth.html' title='Birth'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-115522515974425931</id><published>2006-08-10T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T15:47:45.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucas In Love</title><summary type='text'>Heyheyhey!hey peeps,I'm TOO busy enjoying life to blog anything of late. Heck there's a shetload of stuff I'd LOVE to write down...but I just don't have the time...or even the mood to put thoughts down into words on paper /screen. I'll write more once I get out of this writer's block funk.In the mean time...enjoy this SUPERB short film parodying "Shakespeare in Love" by spoofing George Lucas in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/115522515974425931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=115522515974425931' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/115522515974425931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/115522515974425931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/08/lucas-in-love.html' title='Lucas In Love'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-115291334668602926</id><published>2006-07-15T05:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T14:29:14.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockstar: Supernova</title><summary type='text'>I admit it.I am addicted to the current crop of Reality TV shows!From the b1tchy antics of wannabe fashionistas on Project: Runway 2 (Mmmmm...Heidi Klummmm....Seal is one LUCKY B@st@rd I tell ya), to the raunchy shenanigans on 8TV's The Player, to the comedic trials &amp; tribulations on the recently concluded Beauty &amp; the Geek.Yes. I have NO social life whatsoever and am glued to the television on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/115291334668602926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=115291334668602926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/115291334668602926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/115291334668602926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/07/rockstar-supernova.html' title='Rockstar: Supernova'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-115198851480692779</id><published>2006-07-04T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T12:54:56.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a VERY Scandinavian Weekend</title><summary type='text'>Sightseeing-around-KL Petrol money= RM 50Bargained leather belt at Petaling Street = RM 20Crazy cool necklace from Central Market = RM 30Japanese Buffet dinner in Bukit Bintang = RM 42Cover charge into Velvet, at Zouk = RM 30Partying the weekend away with 4 HOT Scandinavian women I just recently met on holiday in Pulau Perhentian's Long Beach the week before = Priceless.There's some things in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/115198851480692779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=115198851480692779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/115198851480692779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/115198851480692779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/07/very-scandinavian-weekend.html' title='a VERY Scandinavian Weekend'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-115087495539354952</id><published>2006-06-21T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T15:41:44.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incommunicado</title><summary type='text'>Terima kasih, daun keladi for coming back, loyal reader.I'm gonnae be away for the next 5 days,on a road trip up to the East Coast.A day in Kelantan, 2 days in the fabled Long Beach of Pulau Perhentian Kecil, 1 day in Kuala Terengganu.Sights, sounds, tastes.Culture, panorama, adventure.I'll get back to u guys with pics from my latest East Coast adventure, laters!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/115087495539354952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=115087495539354952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/115087495539354952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/115087495539354952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/06/incommunicado.html' title='Incommunicado'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-115070932890002563</id><published>2006-06-19T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:28:48.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Get Your Guy to Dance</title><summary type='text'>"I won't dance, don't ask meI won't dance, don't ask meI won't dance, Madame, with you.....My heart won't let my feet do things that they should do"~ I Won't Dance as sung by Frank Sinatra~ Let me be the first guy to admit it:MOST MEN + ATTEMPT AT DANCING = DISASTERI won't make a sweeping comment (my A-Levels English tutor would periodically scold us on making "sweeping statements", day in, day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/115070932890002563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=115070932890002563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/115070932890002563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/115070932890002563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/06/how-to-get-your-guy-to-dance.html' title='How to Get Your Guy to Dance'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-115009413925042691</id><published>2006-06-12T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T21:33:49.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My *Perfect* Lover</title><summary type='text'>I've been tagged by Fakhariah (Mrs. Azri, wife to a fellow friend of mine from my Magic:the Gathering-card-flopping-days as a teenage geek growing up in suburban KL) to expound further on the topic above. Here's the following rules of the game as explained by her:&gt;&gt;-The tagged victim have to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect lover.&gt;&gt;-Have to mention the gender of his/her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/115009413925042691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=115009413925042691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/115009413925042691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/115009413925042691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-perfect-lover.html' title='My *Perfect* Lover'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114838437619001850</id><published>2006-05-23T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T19:39:36.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Business Buzzwords</title><summary type='text'>Originally published on MSN Encarta, written by Megan AemmerWhether you office from home or home from office, you've probably heard some of these best-of-breed words and phrases unleashed at you and wondered what exactly your boss or coworker was talking about. Whether humorous or just plain annoying, you'll probably hear some of these dynamic phrases from time to time. This list will help you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114838437619001850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114838437619001850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114838437619001850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114838437619001850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/05/top-10-business-buzzwords.html' title='Top 10 Business Buzzwords'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114803519737274966</id><published>2006-05-19T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T18:48:03.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Friday</title><summary type='text'>As I was walking to my parked car during lunchtime today, I had one of my regularly thought-provoking, sometimes nonsensical, sometimes true-genius, epiphanies.There I was crossing a packed Kuala Lumpur back-alley, walking past a throng of 200+ women out shopping on their lunch breaks, when the epiphany hit me like a bolt of lightning.Revealing to me new vistas to explore, emboldening my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114803519737274966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114803519737274966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114803519737274966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114803519737274966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/05/freaky-friday.html' title='Freaky Friday'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114649833423947651</id><published>2006-04-30T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T23:45:34.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Guys Night In!</title><summary type='text'>2 Bottles of Soft Drinks, 2 Packs of Maltesers, 1 Pack of Famous Amos Choc Chip Cookies = RM 15OSIM Massage Chair (giving Best Massages In the World, Ever!) = Rm 7000Postage Stamp size worth of *organic-grass* = RM 20Jamming with high school chums (gitar kapok + 4 guys acapella), singing favourite ol' rock songs, reminiscing about ol' crushes, school fights and most-hated teachers = </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114649833423947651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114649833423947651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114649833423947651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114649833423947651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/04/saturday-guys-night-in.html' title='Saturday Guys Night In!'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114605423424318882</id><published>2006-04-26T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T10:50:56.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIST OF RULES FOR WORLD CUP 2006</title><summary type='text'>1. From 9 June to 9 July 2006, you should read the The Sun's sport pages so you are aware of what's going on regarding the World Cup and will be able to join in conversations.If you fail to do this, you'll be looked at in a bad way or be totally ignored. DO NOT complain about not receiving any attention.2. During the World Cup the television is mine at all times - without any exceptions.3. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114605423424318882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114605423424318882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114605423424318882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114605423424318882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/04/list-of-rules-for-world-cup-2006.html' title='LIST OF RULES FOR WORLD CUP 2006'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114551970257304253</id><published>2006-04-20T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T16:16:17.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Public Kissing Ban</title><summary type='text'>It is a sad state of affairs indeed the day this decision was made by the Malaysian courts. Who are we to be the moral police on what's decent and what's not? Let people sin if they want to and God will sort 'em out laters is what I say.The legislative and governing bodies should instead focus their energies on implicating the real criminals out there in the streets(!) The gun-smugglers, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114551970257304253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114551970257304253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114551970257304253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114551970257304253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/04/malaysian-public-kissing-ban.html' title='Malaysian Public Kissing Ban'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114524210247757221</id><published>2006-04-17T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T10:48:22.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia Boleh (Tak?)!  : The World Record-Breaking Capital</title><summary type='text'>You know what.When I FIRST came back to Malaysia after spending a YEAR overseas (Twas studying in Scotland from 2000-2003); I had the SHOCK of my life as Malaysia wasn't what I remembered it to be.It was like that one year abroad CHANGED my outlook on what we have here. I was seeing things for the first time without rose-tinted glasses. It felt *weird* to actually BE HOME. It didn't FEEL like my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114524210247757221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114524210247757221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114524210247757221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114524210247757221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/04/malaysia-boleh-tak-world-record.html' title='Malaysia Boleh (Tak?)!  : The World Record-Breaking Capital'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114416246443174642</id><published>2006-04-12T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T14:26:53.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Relationships Need Vision</title><summary type='text'>Relationships Are Complex Because They Are Made Up Of 3 Separate DynamicsOriginally published on SeductionInsider.com, written by Jackson MorrisIf you drive down Pacific Coast Highway in California you will see numerous signs offering "Psychic Readings". These retail fronts advertise a "Medium" who can read Tarot cards, read palms and tell the future.For a handful of dollars you can hear your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114416246443174642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114416246443174642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114416246443174642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114416246443174642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/04/why-relationships-need-vision.html' title='Why Relationships Need Vision'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114449511423890616</id><published>2006-04-08T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T19:27:10.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Male Education: Defining COOL</title><summary type='text'>Define COOL.What is COOL?What makes a person COOL?Just what is it that makes a complete stranger seem SO inexplicably, mind-numbingly, unexpressable-into-words, damn breath-takingly irresistable to another stranger whom they've JUST met?The answer ladies and gentleman; lies in tapping into the id: "The baser instinct that drives every human being's most basic desires. "I'll leave it to my main </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114449511423890616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114449511423890616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114449511423890616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114449511423890616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/04/male-education-defining-cool.html' title='Male Education: Defining COOL'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114414002196875377</id><published>2006-04-06T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T18:53:32.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Career Secrets You Won't Learn in School</title><summary type='text'>Originally published on Msn.com, written by Alexandra Levit, author of "They Don't Teach Corporate in College: A Twenty-Something's Guide to the Business World" When I landed a job in a top public relations firm after my college graduation, I thought the toughest part of my entry into the business world was over. I dumped my extra résumés in a recycling bin and eagerly awaited a paycheck that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114414002196875377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114414002196875377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114414002196875377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114414002196875377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/04/6-career-secrets-you-wont-learn-in.html' title='6 Career Secrets You Won&apos;t Learn in School'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114414984470901912</id><published>2006-04-01T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T19:26:17.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Invitation</title><summary type='text'>You are cordially invited to my wedding reception this Sunday, the 31st of April at Shangri-La Hotel, Kuala Lumpur.Dress Code: Formal or Traditional Malay wearColor scheme: Gothic Black &amp; RedPlease RSVP your attendance</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114414984470901912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114414984470901912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114414984470901912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114414984470901912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/04/wedding-invitation.html' title='Wedding Invitation'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114279248100540644</id><published>2006-03-31T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T18:06:10.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Quit !!!</title><summary type='text'>Could it be possible?Definitely incomprehensible,For I had gone 24 straight years,Of life on this God-given Earth,Without ever knowing your touch, your caress, your existence!Meeting you, knowing you, experiencing you;Was like realising that all of a sudden,I had another REASON for being.How could I have gone on SO long,without ever seeking you out before this?Meeting you, knowing you, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114279248100540644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114279248100540644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114279248100540644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114279248100540644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-quit.html' title='I Quit !!!'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114279254584162453</id><published>2006-03-30T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T15:02:41.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Khairy Jamaluddin</title><summary type='text'>This happened QUITE awhile ago, but I’ve been TOO busy getting used to the new job (FYI: I moved from CIMB Equity Research into CIMB Islamic recently) that I barely have time to blog these days.Neways, CIMB Islamic had an event recently where I came face to face with the one, the only, Khairy Jamaluddin. (KJ)Now before I continue this story further, you have to understand that prior to actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114279254584162453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114279254584162453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114279254584162453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114279254584162453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/03/being-khairy-jamaluddin.html' title='Being Khairy Jamaluddin'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114279381654005622</id><published>2006-03-29T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:59:48.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ Tiesto/Renault's Pit Par-tay</title><summary type='text'>Tiesto is a Rock God.Yes, I know, I know…he’s a world renowned DJ and drops a beat like nobody’s business. But FORGET that fact for a second. And focus on the fact that he managed to MOVE an 18,000-strong crowd like those ancient legends of rock's hall of fame….and you’d start to see things from my point of view.Silence (feat Sarah McLachlan) I was one of the many, many, ravers that managed to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114279381654005622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114279381654005622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114279381654005622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114279381654005622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/03/dj-tiestorenaults-pit-par-tay.html' title='DJ Tiesto/Renault&apos;s Pit Par-tay'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114310105214338284</id><published>2006-03-24T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T11:00:21.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Keep Him/Her Calling Back</title><summary type='text'>Editor's Note: This article is originally written and meant for women. However the points it brings up are relevant to men as well. Guys, STOP being a wussy-loser the moment a woman even looks your way and starts giving attention. INSTEAD, be an ALPHA MALE for fcuk's sake and emulate the relevant points discussed below!P.S. It's harder to exercise it than it is to talk. SO says the Editor who's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114310105214338284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114310105214338284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114310105214338284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114310105214338284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-to-keep-himher-calling-back.html' title='How to Keep Him/Her Calling Back'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114309779784472704</id><published>2006-03-23T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:09:57.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your True Colour?</title><summary type='text'>This is SUCH a juvenile 17-yr old gal-pal type of thing to do, but fcuk it (!);"It's my (blog) par-tay &amp; I'd cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cryyyy if I want to...u would cry too if it happened to you..."NiK, Your true color is RED!Your color is red, the color of racy sportscars, blushing cheeks, and luscious roses. Red symbolizes passion, romance, and love.So, since you're ruled by red, you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114309779784472704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114309779784472704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114309779784472704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114309779784472704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/03/whats-your-true-colour.html' title='What&apos;s Your True Colour?'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114279428114921567</id><published>2006-03-21T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T00:38:03.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the East</title><summary type='text'>Decided on a whim of the moment to just drop everything at work and bail out of K.L. for a few days in the East Coast of Semenanjung M'sia. (read: Cheapo Cuti-Cuti M'sia!)My architecture-lecturer cousin, Abg Long extended the invite to go up to Kuala Terengganu over the weekend along with his GF, Sue and her best friend Shuba. (note: Them being actual fitness trainers of the Fitness First variety</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114279428114921567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114279428114921567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114279428114921567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114279428114921567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/03/journey-to-east.html' title='Journey to the East'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114229896685099204</id><published>2006-03-16T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T02:01:04.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be or Not To Be</title><summary type='text'>That is the Question...??Gay Kiss?? "Are you GAY?"~Jay, ECM Libra Confidante."Are you SURE you're NOT GAY?"~Shuba asked after 48 hours vacationing with me recently."Dun worry girls, NiK's GAY, that's why he's SO like that wan!"~Eliza to her HOT GFs during a recent clubbing session."No-lah, if only there's a vintage/thrift store in M'sia. Well Nik, all these talk of flowers &amp; dresses are making me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114229896685099204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114229896685099204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114229896685099204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114229896685099204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To Be or Not To Be'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113635591834226518</id><published>2006-03-14T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T00:36:59.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses, Excuses</title><summary type='text'>Women confess: 'The worst turn-down I got...'Written By Caitlin Ascolese, Originally published on Msn.Match.comOur survey uncovers some of the harsher rejections women have ever received. Now an expert decodes them—and helps you understand what's really going on when someone is rejected.Men aren’t the only ones who get turned down for dates. Some women are confident enough to make the first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113635591834226518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113635591834226518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113635591834226518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113635591834226518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/03/excuses-excuses.html' title='Excuses, Excuses'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114187627275846630</id><published>2006-03-09T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T12:07:10.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>East Coast Road Trip</title><summary type='text'>No updates on me blog starting from tmw til' the weekend peeps!I'm leaving KL for a few days on an East Coast Road Trip upto Kuala Terengganu.My cousin and some of his peeps are goin up to shoot a documentary or summat!See u next week.Will Fotopage the pics I'll take on the trip laters.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114187627275846630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114187627275846630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114187627275846630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114187627275846630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/03/east-coast-road-trip.html' title='East Coast Road Trip'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114104355857836901</id><published>2006-03-08T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T07:58:54.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The TRUTH</title><summary type='text'>I had an epiphany yesterday....This is the TRUTH, the whole TRUTH, and nothing but the TRUTH.....It is a publicly known secret, but NO ONE will come up to you and actually say it out loud. So reader beware (!), for once this forbidden knowledge is uncovered, it can't be ignored no more (unless you have a brain lobotomy-lah).............In my humble opinion, when you strip away EVERY external </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114104355857836901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114104355857836901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114104355857836901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114104355857836901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/03/truth.html' title='The TRUTH'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114169266821328070</id><published>2006-03-07T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T09:02:45.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just My 30 cents Worth!</title><summary type='text'>This JUST my "30 cents" on the topic; feel free to butt in if u have a differing opinion:Speaking from experience; I reckon the writer's assessment is correct. (do read the article attached below this rant to get a heads up on the topic of discussion)It's only 'cos it's written in Malay and he's quite impassioned when writing it, that it comes off as the rantings of an emotional inbred.The gist </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114169266821328070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114169266821328070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114169266821328070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114169266821328070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-my-30-cents-worth.html' title='Just My 30 cents Worth!'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114157689190967053</id><published>2006-03-06T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:53:18.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotopages Updated!</title><summary type='text'>Just updated my Fotopages with pics of the MT peeps and the naughty, naughty, things we got upto when the night turns noir' and we let our hairs down:'Riza!' &amp; Bday Girl Ida Bar Flams '05 Tims &amp; His Entourage Posing Maut! Check em' out and MORE at http://uunikk.fotopages.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114157689190967053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114157689190967053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114157689190967053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114157689190967053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/03/fotopages-updated.html' title='Fotopages Updated!'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114104143385481468</id><published>2006-03-01T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T08:07:55.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i AM what i AM !!!</title><summary type='text'>"I don’t think you’ve a bad heart anyway, just slightly sleazier that any normal sleazy guy."~Ed, Diva"OMG, you've gotten SO cynical!"~Zura, former Primary 12 classmates I met up with recently"How did you manage to end up being a male chauvinist anyway? :P True in a way that your blogs are just that, but I can't help thinking that these women we know who reads them; reads them to built more anger</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114104143385481468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114104143385481468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114104143385481468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114104143385481468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-what-i-am.html' title='i AM what i AM !!!'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114043208243743528</id><published>2006-02-20T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T08:43:22.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotopages Updated!</title><summary type='text'>Check out them pics from the various naughty things I got up to in the past year:Gone' Fishin! Hari Raya Haji 2006 East Coast Road Trip Shahrir's Wedding: First Kiss Check them pics out at http://uunikk.fotopages.com/ </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114043208243743528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114043208243743528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114043208243743528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114043208243743528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/02/fotopages-updated.html' title='Fotopages Updated!'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-114101472143429480</id><published>2006-02-14T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T14:41:57.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Thing You Do!</title><summary type='text'>I had a dream.It happened while I was sleep-sitting (a variation of the common sleep-walking malady) in the office as per usual after lunchtime.And then it felt like an invisible bolt of lightning struck me. Hard.Dead center in my core.I awoke with wonderment and a new dawn of understanding in my eyes:FLIRTING IS AN ARTFORMAnd you gotta approach with NO FEAR, balls-to-the-wall-style; totally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/114101472143429480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=114101472143429480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114101472143429480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/114101472143429480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/02/that-thing-you-do_14.html' title='That Thing You Do!'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113832110221869243</id><published>2006-01-27T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T08:19:14.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kong Hee Fatt Choy!!!</title><summary type='text'>To the peeps celebrating the upcoming CNY festivities,Gong Xi Fa CaiandMay the Year of the Dogbring you much Wealth &amp; Prosperity!I'm taking a much deserved one weak break doing the cuti-cuti Malaysia thing(a weekend in Kelantan, a few days in Penang, etc.)See u again after the one week hols!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113832110221869243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113832110221869243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113832110221869243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113832110221869243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/01/kong-hee-fatt-choy.html' title='Kong Hee Fatt Choy!!!'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113800295244895725</id><published>2006-01-26T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T15:28:07.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Penis Dialogues</title><summary type='text'>Over the weekend, I found a nice surprise when a fellow MtG-gamer I've hung out with every few weekends or so for the past 10 years turned out to also be a practising advocate of David Deangelo. (Yes, yes...this is ANOTHER male-chauvinistically charged post on women and the concepts of attraction, so to my regular readers that HATES this kinda posts, log off now..I promise a movie review double </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113800295244895725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113800295244895725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113800295244895725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113800295244895725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/01/penis-dialogues.html' title='The Penis Dialogues'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113810079752657599</id><published>2006-01-24T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T07:54:17.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trouble With Boys</title><summary type='text'>After the Extinction of Men post, here's an apt follow up that shows in reality, men really ARE trailing behind the women; even from a young age.I can hear the doomsday bells tolling guys! ;-p-----Originally published in Newsweek, written by Peg Tyre."They're kinetic, maddening and failing at school. Now educators are trying new ways to help them succeed."Jan. 30, 2006 issue - Spend a few minutes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113810079752657599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113810079752657599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113810079752657599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113810079752657599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/01/trouble-with-boys.html' title='The Trouble With Boys'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113809944029098134</id><published>2006-01-24T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T07:46:16.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Extinction of MEN</title><summary type='text'>Some serious thoughts being put to paper here. Do you think those oh-SO-perfect-women can exist without us suppossedly-imperfect-men?I doubt it.Who are they going to nag at to take out the trash / install the dvd player / pick up their heavy groceriy bags / fuss-over / make-over mentally in the hopes that their men will change (for good this time) ?The eternal struggle between men and women is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113809944029098134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113809944029098134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113809944029098134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113809944029098134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/01/extinction-of-men.html' title='The Extinction of MEN'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113582090203970307</id><published>2006-01-24T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T13:50:20.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wingman Chronicles</title><summary type='text'>Definition (courtesy of http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wingman)The Wingman is a companion who accompanies his or her friend on social excursions to court the opposite sex. Although the term "wingman" can refer to either a male or female companion, sometimes the term "wingwoman" is used as well. Henceforth the term will refer to the male wingman.The Wingman was originally a term referring to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113582090203970307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113582090203970307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113582090203970307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113582090203970307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/01/wingman-chronicles.html' title='The Wingman Chronicles'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113771700682648286</id><published>2006-01-20T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T08:42:31.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is a STATE of mind!</title><summary type='text'>As I was doubled over, hunching my back, tip-tapping away in front of my PC in my itty-bitty cubicle; close to midnight yesterday, all alone in the office while the rest of the world sleeps....I had an ephiphany: Happiness is a STATE of mind.If you train your mind to be sharp enough, you can endure ANY type of adversity, take as much pain as possible, face the greatest challenges, heck even defy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113771700682648286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113771700682648286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113771700682648286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113771700682648286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/01/happiness-is-state-of-mind.html' title='Happiness is a STATE of mind!'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113765374464620322</id><published>2006-01-19T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T08:08:51.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy, busy!</title><summary type='text'>I'm tired of life.Working life I mean.Everyday I wake up from sleep, I feel MORE tired than when I went to bed the night before.Work piles up no matter if I'm there or not.I feel as if I'm stuck in this huge cycle of having to work to pay my bills and continue enjoying life. Once I stop...*poof* goes the money supply!When did this disillusion with life start??!Neways, I'm TOO fcukin busy to even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113765374464620322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113765374464620322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113765374464620322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113765374464620322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/01/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy, busy!'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113712172886371434</id><published>2006-01-13T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T11:08:48.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret to Picking up Women</title><summary type='text'>Originally published on Msn.match.com, written by Laura GilbertEver wonder why some guys seem to have the magic touch when it comes to chatting up women? That’s what writer Neil Strauss was curious about, and so he spent two years studying the art of picking up women, learning the ropes from MPUA’s (master pick-up artists). He’s now earned that title for himself and reveals his secrets in the new</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113712172886371434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113712172886371434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113712172886371434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113712172886371434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/01/secret-to-picking-up-women.html' title='The Secret to Picking up Women'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113647545463898645</id><published>2006-01-06T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T23:37:39.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F-R-E-E-Z-E !!!</title><summary type='text'>Despite ALL the knowledge, despite ALL the theory, despite EVERYTHING I've learnt in these past 9 months....God...I CAN'T believe I'm saying this...i STILL freeze up when it comes to speaking to that special someone...Or meeting up with HER unexpectedly in a public place...WTF??!!!Why? Why? Why?C'mon man...u know all these shite, talk big (talk cock-lah) like ur a MAN...Yet when push comes to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113647545463898645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113647545463898645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113647545463898645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113647545463898645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/01/f-r-e-e-z-e.html' title='F-R-E-E-Z-E !!!'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113641952370132331</id><published>2006-01-05T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T08:13:18.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Biggest Mistakes Men Make With Women</title><summary type='text'>Originally published on Seduction Insider, written by Jackson Morris.God knows I can't list all the mistakes that men have made and are capable of making with the opposite sex. I will start with what I think can be the most obvious mistakes that we boys make, not always know where we went wrong. The sad part about women is they expect us to know things without them telling us and then they punish</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113641952370132331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113641952370132331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113641952370132331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113641952370132331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/01/five-biggest-mistakes-men-make-with.html' title='Five Biggest Mistakes Men Make With Women'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113497475187421691</id><published>2006-01-01T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T12:10:41.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Most Single Men Want</title><summary type='text'>Here's a cool one to usher in the New Year. Happy New Year 2006 peeps!------Originally published on SeductionInsider.com, written By Melissa Balmer.Recently I asked single men the following questions to find out just where their heads, hearts, and libidos are at this this time of the year:1. What are you looking for in a relationship with women right now? If you’re looking for the right “one” </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113497475187421691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113497475187421691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113497475187421691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113497475187421691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-most-single-men-want.html' title='What Most Single Men Want'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113535724265529928</id><published>2005-12-24T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T01:00:42.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabbatical</title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas &amp; Happy Holidays!May the New Year bring you Joy &amp; ProsperityI'm taking a week &amp; a half holiday away from the office and everything work relatedto enjoy a blissful interlude in the great outdoors.Penang, Melaka, JB, S'poreHere I come!Come back after the New Year for your regular dose of hilarity, male chauvinistic comments, and eccentric insights.;-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113535724265529928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113535724265529928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113535724265529928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113535724265529928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/12/sabbatical.html' title='Sabbatical'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113499161307474526</id><published>2005-12-19T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T12:10:32.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Film Review: King Kong</title><summary type='text'>Kong is THE ULTIMATE MAN.Yeah....you read that right the first time around. King Kong is the epitome of manhood. He signifies what every man deep down in his heart of hearts yearns to be one day:Wild. Untamed. King of the Jungle.No matter whatever anyone says to you, do not be fooled; for King Kong, the film by Peter Jackson is NOT an action-adventure movie but at its heart, a moving rom-com tale</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113499161307474526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113499161307474526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113499161307474526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113499161307474526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/12/film-review-king-kong.html' title='Film Review: King Kong'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113463438478852358</id><published>2005-12-16T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T09:06:57.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Film Review: The Chronicles of Narnia; The Lion, The Witch &amp; the Wardrobe</title><summary type='text'>Narnia in my humble opinion was... underwhelming.So much hype has been surrounding it from the multipart making-of teasers online by Weta Workshop, to its glorious, full color trailer, to the media bandwagon harping about it in the print media and on TV .Yet it somehow manages to disappoint.If you were expecting another Lord of the Rings…you’re wrong.If you were expecting something akin to Harry </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113463438478852358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113463438478852358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113463438478852358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113463438478852358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/12/film-review-chronicles-of-narnia-lion.html' title='Film Review: The Chronicles of Narnia; The Lion, The Witch &amp; the Wardrobe'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113455559769608501</id><published>2005-12-15T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T15:49:45.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Be Popular in Life</title><summary type='text'>This article is about how to be popular at work; but I humbly believe that these principles can also be used in every other section of your life. Simply being friendly, empathic and true to yourself (honesty) are the basic blocks for a great rapport with anyone in this world (yes even those unfriendly, pessimistic, grinches). Happy Trying!-----Originally published on MSN.com as "Be Popular at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113455559769608501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113455559769608501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113455559769608501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113455559769608501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-to-be-popular-in-life.html' title='How to Be Popular in Life'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113454804415913790</id><published>2005-12-14T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T16:14:55.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Have a Crush?</title><summary type='text'>Have you always wondered about that special someone?You know that crush of yours that you've been madly deeply fantasizing on for the past few moments?Well, wonder no more.Check out if there's more in store in the future for you and your crush by clicking on:http://www.crushcalculator.com/content/love/515629617Stop dreamin and start lovinTis' but a click away!;-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113454804415913790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113454804415913790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113454804415913790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113454804415913790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/12/do-you-have-crush.html' title='Do You Have a Crush?'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113452110186741908</id><published>2005-12-13T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T15:21:13.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where To Pick Up Women</title><summary type='text'>By Jackson Morris (Copyright © 2005, Seduction Insider.)If you are looking for the next big pick up joint to meet ladies (or gentlemen, for our female readers) then set your alarm clock, make a list and grab some detergent. The latter three components will actually be places you will go to meet women. This is an excellent list, and it is no secret to the rest of the world. So if you want to save </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113452110186741908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113452110186741908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113452110186741908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113452110186741908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/12/where-to-pick-up-women.html' title='Where To Pick Up Women'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113435575883807567</id><published>2005-12-12T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T17:34:16.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow Jobs Reduces Breat Cancer Risk</title><summary type='text'>I received this post in my office inbox today and thought it was just too hilarious to not post up here and educate my readers! ;-p----Study: Fellatio may significantly decrease the risk of breast cancer in womenThursday, October 2, 2003 Posted: 9:19 AM EDT (1319 GMT)(AP) -- Women who perform the act of fellatio and swallow semen on a regular basis, one to two times a week, may reduce their risk </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113435575883807567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113435575883807567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113435575883807567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113435575883807567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/12/blow-jobs-reduces-breat-cancer-risk.html' title='Blow Jobs Reduces Breat Cancer Risk'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113428087992701447</id><published>2005-12-10T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T15:09:15.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><summary type='text'>There comes a time in every MAN's life, where there's a TURNING POINT.Learning how to ride a bike; Asking a girl out; Damn it.....even something as insane as watching the woman you fancy go off and sleep with one of your best friends in a drunken passionate affair. (to the full knowledge of the other 30 office people at the same bachelor party)Isolation I just don't know what to feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113428087992701447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113428087992701447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113428087992701447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113428087992701447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113375277068022677</id><published>2005-12-05T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T11:22:15.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Mr. Right turns out Wrong.</title><summary type='text'>Originally published on Msn.Match.com as Attracted to the wrong guys?By Margot Carmichael LesterIs your “type” the type who’s emotionally unavailable? Do you find his irresponsibility irresistible? Is it hard to deny a guy with a wandering eye? If you find yourself repeatedly attracted to a Mr. Right who’s all wrong, it could be more than just bad luck.Maybe you’re dating the wrong guys so you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113375277068022677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113375277068022677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113375277068022677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113375277068022677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/12/when-mr-right-turns-out-wrong.html' title='When Mr. Right turns out Wrong.'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113288359717799295</id><published>2005-12-01T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T10:00:11.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Film Review: Just Like Heaven</title><summary type='text'>Just Like Heaven is a perfect piece of rom-com fluff.It doesn’t hold a candle to the rom-com greats such as When Harry Met Sally, or Notting Hill, nor Four Weddings and a Funeral; yet in its own special way, it has perfected the rom-com formula and followed it to a T.It kinda feels like reading a Mills &amp; Boon romance novel because you are actively aware that the director is following a set-up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113288359717799295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113288359717799295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113288359717799295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113288359717799295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/12/film-review-just-like-heaven.html' title='Film Review: Just Like Heaven'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113283347363173065</id><published>2005-11-30T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T15:02:11.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mathematics of Love</title><summary type='text'>OMG, I received this in my e-mail inbox today and thought it was SO fcukin (retardedly) hilarious that I'm posting it onto this blog for your reading pleasure:    ;-p-------After countless years of studies done on the mating habits of the common man, scientists at The Institute of Inter-human Relations in La Jolla, San Diego, Calif. can now confirm the precise mathematic formulas and equations </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113283347363173065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113283347363173065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113283347363173065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113283347363173065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/11/mathematics-of-love.html' title='The Mathematics of Love'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113283904192466478</id><published>2005-11-29T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T08:51:02.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Film Review: The Machinist</title><summary type='text'>The Machinist in my humble opinion is one big mind-fcuk.It’s been awhile in my recent memory since I have actively watched movies beyond the pure pleasure of enjoying them; that I’ve seen such a well-constructed piece of human drama that leaves me reeling with questions and a mad desire to know more as every second develops.This film evokes a sense of fcuked-upness similar to watching bizarre </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113283904192466478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113283904192466478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113283904192466478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113283904192466478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/11/film-review-machinist.html' title='Film Review: The Machinist'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112281835351269491</id><published>2005-11-27T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T08:43:28.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV : Pimp My Ride!</title><summary type='text'>There is only one love in my heart. And it is for you....'Ol Betsy!   ;-pOl' Betsy 'Ol Betsy has been under the care of my family for the past 10 years. I still remember picking her up from Port Klang with my father exactly ten years ago (Has it been that long my dear Betsy?) as it arrived safely from UK after spending a month in shipment.Hailing from Birmingham, with a make of 1985; this ol' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112281835351269491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112281835351269491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112281835351269491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112281835351269491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/11/mtv-pimp-my-ride.html' title='MTV : Pimp My Ride!'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113290598143111467</id><published>2005-11-25T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T16:10:33.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F-E-A-R</title><summary type='text'>The Litany Against FearI must not fear.Fear is the mind-killer.Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.I will face my fear.I will permit it to pass over me and through me.And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.Only I will remain.Bene Gesserit Mantra, the Dune Saga, Frank Herbert, 1965The excerpt above is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113290598143111467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113290598143111467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113290598143111467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113290598143111467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/11/f-e-r.html' title='F-E-A-R'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113282229575301720</id><published>2005-11-24T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T17:13:57.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Penis Dialogues</title><summary type='text'>If women have the Vagina Monologues, we men have the Penis Dialogues. This is what goes on when men hang out together and actually open up to each other (not that it happens frequently...we are after all the sex known to be less in touch with our true feelings and inept at emoting them effectively!).-----Two men are sitting in a stairwell, in a nondescript office building somewhere in KL, smoking</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113282229575301720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113282229575301720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113282229575301720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113282229575301720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/11/penis-dialogues.html' title='The Penis Dialogues'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113221409833200801</id><published>2005-11-20T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:08:46.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Charisma : The Natural Aphrodisiac</title><summary type='text'>Originally published as "The 'Sweet Science' of Charisma"By Ray JensenCopyright © 2005, Seduction Insider.Introduction:Want to attract women with the same level of ease as the biggest movie stars and rockstars that seem to have this 'natural' gift of charisma? Why is charisma so powerful, and how have ordinary looking people (even 'ugly people') achieved such extraordinary sexual desire from the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113221409833200801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113221409833200801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113221409833200801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113221409833200801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/11/on-charisma-natural-aphrodisiac_20.html' title='On Charisma : The Natural Aphrodisiac'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113212866367566599</id><published>2005-11-18T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T07:54:49.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Being a MAN Who "Naturally" Attracts Women</title><summary type='text'>I received this in my inbox from my fav telemarketer/Love Guru : David Deangelo.Now over the past few months since I started posting his thoughts and articles on women and relationships on my blog; I've gotten a LOT of flak from close female family members and friends.Yes, I know Deangelo talks bollocks MOST of the time. Yes, I know his ideas are PRETTY out there most times and demeaning to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113212866367566599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113212866367566599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113212866367566599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113212866367566599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/11/on-being-man-who-naturally-attracts.html' title='On Being a MAN Who &quot;Naturally&quot; Attracts Women'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113189389450902953</id><published>2005-11-17T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T07:31:26.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guilty Pleasure</title><summary type='text'>Forgive me father for I have sinned.It has been many moons since my last confession...and now I have come to repent.Idle Hands are the Devil's Friends I have to admit it.I’m HOOKED (!).Gawd, this is going to sound SO gay…but I *enjoyed* getting a manicure.I know, I know…this is the age of metrosexual men…where men have manicures, and facials, and what not. But it’s just SO not me, SO alien....SO </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113189389450902953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113189389450902953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113189389450902953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113189389450902953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-guilty-pleasure.html' title='My Guilty Pleasure'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-113205314879514824</id><published>2005-11-15T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:55:58.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up</title><summary type='text'>The rest of September was uneventful as I was tied up in deadlines back to back to produce my first, virgin, research report ever to be published by the research house I work at for public consumption.The stress of doing something SO creative (yes, I am THAT shallow ;-p) took a toll on me and I started down the slippery slope of no-return when I increased my smoking activities to the point of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/113205314879514824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=113205314879514824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113205314879514824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/113205314879514824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/11/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch Up'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112706129703713576</id><published>2005-09-10T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T00:27:08.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Dinner: Superstar Nite!</title><summary type='text'>So here it is.A perfectly GRAND ending to ONE *crazy* week in my life.From last Friday's debauched birthday party celebrations; To bailing my mate out early Saturday morn; Followed by a weekend in Port Dickson contemplating the future; To running my ass-off at the Rat Race on Wednesday; To yesterday's all-nighter staying up at the tattoo parlor to get me tatts done in time for tonight's HARD </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112706129703713576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112706129703713576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112706129703713576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112706129703713576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/09/annual-dinner-superstar-nite.html' title='Annual Dinner: Superstar Nite!'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112706081011922510</id><published>2005-09-09T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T23:09:33.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guilty Pleasure</title><summary type='text'>Me: Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It has been many moons since my last confession…and I reckon this one tops the whole shite-pile of confessions I’ve made in the past….Padre’: Why Son…..do pray &amp; tell me what sins have u wrought upon yourself this time around…Me: I fear it is the worst Father....it is so despicably debauched that I do not have the courage to whisper it….Padre’: Saints </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112706081011922510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112706081011922510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112706081011922510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112706081011922510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-guilty-pleasure.html' title='My Guilty Pleasure'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112281853738685075</id><published>2005-09-08T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T16:32:05.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jazzy Night Out</title><summary type='text'>Flo' Red In between our busy corporate lives, the office peeps sometimes meets up and unwinds over drinks and music. We went thru a patch of hitting jazz shows/bars which was eye-opening indeed for a hard-rocker like me used to thumping drumbeats and heart-wrenching melodic guitar riffs.... The following conversation occurred between the hours of 2:00-3:00 AM after a regular jazz bar session.----</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112281853738685075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112281853738685075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112281853738685075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112281853738685075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/09/jazzy-night-out.html' title='A Jazzy Night Out'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112706065525563406</id><published>2005-09-06T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T16:15:01.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rat Race 2005</title><summary type='text'>Rat Race 2005 The day: Tuesday, 06/09/05The event:The Annual Rat Race held by Bursa Malaysia, where people in the finance industry and its market participants sends volunteers from their company/banks to run in a charity event where the money raised would be put to good use for some home/poverty fund.The reluctant participant: Suffering Lil Ol’ ME !O.k. in retrospect, I profess I didn’t KNOW what</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112706065525563406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112706065525563406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112706065525563406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112706065525563406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/09/rat-race-2005.html' title='Rat Race 2005'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112705322720988444</id><published>2005-09-03T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T08:21:39.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Port Dickson Expedition</title><summary type='text'>After Friday's night's/early morn's shenanigans, I woke up on Saturday afresh with a new outlook on life: No matter how shitty / crazy life gets; I'll get by with a lil' help from my friends! (copyright:the Beatles) ;-pSo I woke up midday, drove drunkard cousin back to Jalan SI to pick up his car from the club and decided I needed to leave KL for awhile to do a lil' soul searching.Lo and behold, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112705322720988444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112705322720988444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112705322720988444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112705322720988444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/09/port-dickson-expedition.html' title='Port Dickson Expedition'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112706051619157269</id><published>2005-09-02T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T10:17:58.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Fever!</title><summary type='text'>My mates threw me a birthday bash at Poppy/Passion to celebrate my 25th.And I have to say in retrospect, it must be the MOST debauched/hedonistic/wild party I have ever been to yet. (and NOT in the way you would think it'd be 'cos NO i didn't get wasted, NO i didn't get *lucky*, and NO, they didn't tie me up to a bed and leave my fate in the hands of two pre-op trannies from Chow Kit)-- ;-pBeing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112706051619157269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112706051619157269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112706051619157269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112706051619157269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/09/friday-night-fever.html' title='Friday Night Fever!'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112706057300994254</id><published>2005-08-22T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T09:53:45.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year : Two</title><summary type='text'>25th Birthday Cake *22nd August 1980*25.That’s how old I turn today.Wow.....Quarter of a Century y’all !!!I guess I’m crossing an *important* imaginary line here.Goodbye teenagedom, hello adulthood ?Yet it all feels the same.The lungs that breath in the air is still the same one like yesterday’s.The pair of eyes I use to see (and ogle women most times) are still the same ones as yesterday’s.The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112706057300994254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112706057300994254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112706057300994254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112706057300994254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/08/year-two.html' title='Year : Two'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112501363299600386</id><published>2005-08-21T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T08:19:39.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Can You Learn from "The 40 Year Old Virgin"?</title><summary type='text'>By Melissa BalmerCopyright © 2005, Seduction Insider.“Don’t put the pussy on a pedestal” – advice from male characters in 'The 40 Year Old Virgin' Okay, I have to be honest (as always) and let you know that when my publisher told me he wanted a review of “The 40 Year Old Virgin” and how it related to our advice here at Seduction Insider I inwardly cringed. You see, unlike most Americans I hate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112501363299600386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112501363299600386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112501363299600386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112501363299600386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-can-you-learn-from-40-year-old.html' title='What Can You Learn from &quot;The 40 Year Old Virgin&quot;?'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112487459873723384</id><published>2005-08-20T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T18:52:30.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Are Beautiful Women Different?</title><summary type='text'>By David Deangelo*NOTE* This is written by a guy residing in L.A. where beautiful women equates to either a Model, an Actress, or a Lap Dancer. DO NOT get angry over his generalization of what constitutes a beautiful woman !--------Beautiful Women are Different.....Or are they?I get a lot of emails from guys who ask me what they should do, because they've met an UNUSUALLY attractive woman. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112487459873723384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112487459873723384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112487459873723384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112487459873723384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-are-beautiful-women-different.html' title='Why Are Beautiful Women Different?'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112432891257124344</id><published>2005-08-18T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T09:35:12.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitch – Can Will Smith Teach You to be a Master Dater?</title><summary type='text'>by Melissa BalmerCopyright © 2005, Seduction Insider.“No woman wakes up in the morning not wanting to be swept off her feet that day” – Hitch The romantic comedy Hitch is now out on DVD. So does that mean the suave and charming Will Smith (who plays the character of Alex Hitchens aka ‘Hitch’ the Date Doctor) can teach you how to land the woman of your dream in only three dates the way he claims </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112432891257124344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112432891257124344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112432891257124344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112432891257124344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/08/hitch-can-will-smith-teach-you-to-be.html' title='Hitch – Can Will Smith Teach You to be a Master Dater?'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112290964590352947</id><published>2005-08-17T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T16:07:48.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guilty Pleasure</title><summary type='text'>Forgive me Father for I have sinned.It has been many moons since my last confession.Why, worry not my dear son, for the Lord is Merciful upon his subjects... pray tell what are the recent transgressions that bothers you so ?Father....I worry that I have committed the final violation known to man.. the 7th Sin....Nay ! Lord in High Heavens ! Dinnae say you have... did you...Aye Father... I have...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112290964590352947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112290964590352947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112290964590352947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112290964590352947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-guilty-pleasure.html' title='My Guilty Pleasure'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112360078955660933</id><published>2005-08-15T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T23:49:15.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars, Cars, Cars!</title><summary type='text'>My father did the unthinkable and bought me a brand new bad-ass set of wheels for my 25th birthday.Yeah...... right !!!Not even on a chilly winter day in Hell .....   ;-pDozer Seriously tho'.... we both have joint custody of the new 'car'. It running on diesel and all, Dozer is going to be way, way, cheaper on the wallet than my first love : Ol' Betsy (the gas-guzzling 20+ yr old byeotch of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112360078955660933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112360078955660933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112360078955660933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112360078955660933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/08/cars-cars-cars.html' title='Cars, Cars, Cars!'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112380511499254220</id><published>2005-08-12T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T08:05:15.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Are Most Men Losers in Love ?</title><summary type='text'>By David DeangeloFirst, a thought from an old friend of mine:"Men allow themselves to be completely controlled by something the size of a quarter." Are you with me?I get emails from guys by the dozens, no, probably by the HUNDREDS, that say some version of:"David, I need your help. My girlfriend left me, and I want to get her back... please help, this is really important." ...or the other related</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112380511499254220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112380511499254220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112380511499254220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112380511499254220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-are-most-men-losers-in-love.html' title='Why Are Most Men Losers in Love ?'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112371806795313538</id><published>2005-08-11T07:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T10:30:24.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Women Don't Make Sense!</title><summary type='text'>By David Deangelo  Have you ever noticed that women don't seem to make sense AT ALL when it comes to "dating"?What's up with that?I'm sure you've been in a situation where you really liked a woman, and you did everything "right"... but for some reason she just never felt attracted to you...You called her often, took her to nice places, bought her gifts, and were a complete gentleman (translation,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112371806795313538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112371806795313538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112371806795313538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112371806795313538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-women-dont-make-sense.html' title='Why Women Don&apos;t Make Sense!'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112281871705533230</id><published>2005-08-10T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:28:54.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damansara Uptown : Night Life</title><summary type='text'>I headed down to Damansara Uptown a few weekends ago.This place never ceases to amaze me. It's a melting pot of Western culture and Eastern sensibilities.In other words, you can practically find ANY pirated good you'd like to purchase here from pirated DVDs and music CDs to fake watches, jeans &amp; shoes, clothes, specs and shades, bags &amp; pouches, etc.This tends to attract Malaysians from all walks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112281871705533230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112281871705533230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112281871705533230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112281871705533230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/08/damansara-uptown-night-life.html' title='Damansara Uptown : Night Life'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112354540725743697</id><published>2005-08-09T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T08:19:56.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Act When A Woman Likes You</title><summary type='text'>by David DeangeloOne of the most important things to understand as a MAN is what to do when things are WORKING... so you don't SCREW IT UP!Now, when a woman does something that signals "I like you", it is VITALLY important that you:1) Know how to recognize it2) DON'T do what MOST guy do3) DO the right thing, and AMPLIFY itSo how can you tell if a woman is doing something that says "I like you"?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112354540725743697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112354540725743697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112354540725743697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112354540725743697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-to-act-when-woman-likes-you.html' title='How To Act When A Woman Likes You'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112288273921776374</id><published>2005-08-01T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T15:58:32.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Glorious Work!</title><summary type='text'>Yes, that title is what I’m currently feeling.No, I haven't taken any drugs recently. Organic nor Manufactured.I’m JUST really enjoying that adrenaline rush feeling you get when work creeps up suddenly from out of nowhere and you have SO little time to think about anything else but getting the job done.The unpredictableness of breaking newsflow and how it affects the share price of the stocks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112288273921776374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112288273921776374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112288273921776374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112288273921776374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/08/work-glorious-work.html' title='Work Glorious Work!'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112288397242573901</id><published>2005-07-31T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T16:14:41.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Key to Writing Romantic Comedies</title><summary type='text'>Here's an excerpt of an article written by one of my favourite gaming writers. He used to be in the writing team of the popular early 90s comedy : Roseanne. neways, his views on writing rom-coms pretty much hits the spot.The KEY to writing Rom-Coms = Follow the same' ol Boy meets Girl FormulaThe KEY to writing GOOD Rom-coms = Follow the formula + sprinkle some unique angleEg:When Harry Met Sally:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112288397242573901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112288397242573901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112288397242573901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112288397242573901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/07/key-to-writing-romantic-comedies.html' title='The Key to Writing Romantic Comedies'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112242541505805009</id><published>2005-07-27T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T08:50:15.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Management Lessons from Star Wars</title><summary type='text'>By Maureen RyanTribune staff reporterMay 23, 2005 1:49 PM CDT: Bad ‘Star Wars’ bossesI took a break from TV obssession this weekend to see “Star Wars: Episode III—Revenge of the Sith.” And despite all the whizzing lightsabers, dazzling space battles and political drama, it was clear what “Star Wars 3” really is.It’s case study of bad management.Why does Anakin Skywalker turn bad?It sure seems </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112242541505805009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112242541505805009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112242541505805009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112242541505805009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/07/management-lessons-from-star-wars.html' title='Management Lessons from Star Wars'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112236421390769176</id><published>2005-07-26T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T15:50:13.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 7 Don'ts of Dumping Him</title><summary type='text'>By Alan Goldsher (taken off Msn.Match.com)Answer this one honestly, ladies: When it comes to pulling the plug on a relationship, what's tougher... being the dumper, or the dumpee?Harder to answer that than you thought?Getting dumped is heinous for obvious reasons — the pain of rejection, the impending loss of physical affection, the bummer of not having somebody to hang out with on Sunday night —</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112236421390769176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112236421390769176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112236421390769176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112236421390769176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/07/7-donts-of-dumping-him.html' title='The 7 Don&apos;ts of Dumping Him'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112176523913045624</id><published>2005-07-18T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T17:31:32.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Port Dickson : THIRD Hard Rock Hotel Site in Asia !</title><summary type='text'>WTF ??Errr..... just what is SO enticing about Port Dickson to make it the site for Asia's THIRD Hard Rock Hotel neways ??I mean Pattaya has them wimmens, while Bali has them gan-ja, but P.D. ....wtf ??Local and foreign tourists can look forward to the sight of oil tankers passing by, or delight in the green glowing waters as the sewage pipes flow into P.D. from the mainland....Maybe some Nogori </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112176523913045624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112176523913045624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112176523913045624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112176523913045624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/07/port-dickson-third-hard-rock-hotel.html' title='Port Dickson : THIRD Hard Rock Hotel Site in Asia !'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112136749348563433</id><published>2005-07-15T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T03:12:23.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Car-spotting</title><summary type='text'>Eversince I purchased my Nokia cameraphone, I notice I've developed this disturbing ache to take pictures of everything that catches my eye !If the last installment showcased my penchance for taking pictures of food before I consume it, this post shows my appreciation of vehicles (what can I say...I'm a REGULAR guy-lah!)(Not) My Vespa I just love the retro stylings of this Vespa I saw parked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112136749348563433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112136749348563433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112136749348563433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112136749348563433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/07/car-spotting.html' title='Car-spotting'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112112867265034138</id><published>2005-07-12T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T08:40:20.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Reality Shows Can Teach You About Attracting Women</title><summary type='text'>by Grant DayCopyright © 2005, Seduction Insider.com“The supreme object of life is to live. Few people live. True life is only to realize one’s own perfection, to make one’s every dream a reality.” – Oscar WildeDon’t worry, I’m not asking you to go sign up for next season’s Fear Factor, or Beauty and the Geek, or even the Amazing Race but I am going to point out to you the most important lesson </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112112867265034138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112112867265034138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112112867265034138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112112867265034138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-reality-shows-can-teach-you-about.html' title='What Reality Shows Can Teach You About Attracting Women'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112097495442515453</id><published>2005-07-10T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T14:24:13.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Film Review : War of the Worlds</title><summary type='text'>WoW in my opinion was : Perfect.If you were expecting a big summer blockbuster with mindless action and heroics tho', u'd be dissapointed.No...despite being released during the summer season..WoW is more subtle than that.To put it into context : It's the human side of Independence Day (ID4), or a continuation M Night Shyamalan's Signs if the aliens decided to invade Earth instead of retreating </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112097495442515453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112097495442515453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112097495442515453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112097495442515453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/07/film-review-war-of-worlds.html' title='Film Review : War of the Worlds'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112090756779331254</id><published>2005-07-09T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T19:12:47.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112090756779331254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112090756779331254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112090756779331254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112090756779331254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/07/haloscan-commenting-and-tr_112090756779331254.html' title=''/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112088594071895756</id><published>2005-07-09T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T14:12:29.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Yuppie Night Out</title><summary type='text'>Top-up petrol for night out in town = RM 50Reflexology Treatment (Shoulders, Back &amp; Feet) = RM 50Dinner &amp; Drinks at a jazz lounge in KL = RM 50++Chillin out with friends over tea and conversation = PRICELESSYesterday was one of the mellower nights out I've had in awhile; but it sure was a nice change from last week's clubbin night out. I could get used to this change in pace.*sigh*I'm getting old</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112088594071895756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112088594071895756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112088594071895756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112088594071895756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/07/yuppie-night-out.html' title='A Yuppie Night Out'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112073838863040359</id><published>2005-07-07T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:13:08.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>London Bomb Blast : The NEW 9-11 ?</title><summary type='text'>8:50 AM, London Time.A regular rush hour traffic for office workers and Londoners.7 locations hit by bomb blasts -6 Underground routes :Kings Cross, Liverpool Street, Aldgate East, Moorgate, Edgware Road, Russel Square1 Overground : Tavistock Square (a Double Decker bus) 300+ people rumoured dead.Stock markets worldwide are bound to take a plunge tmw morning.Could this be the NEW 9-11 ??My theory</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112073838863040359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112073838863040359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112073838863040359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112073838863040359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/07/london-bomb-blast-new-9-11.html' title='London Bomb Blast : The NEW 9-11 ?'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112066131236189821</id><published>2005-07-06T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T23:15:25.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trippy Happy Day</title><summary type='text'>I’m SUCH a RETARD. ;-)I’m in a really, really, trippy happy mood today for no discernible reason.*O.k.*Come to think about it.....i DO know the reasons why I’m SO happy today: 1) Work’s FINALLY turning out to be enjoyable after all....it’s just the fact that I haven’t been applying myself to it which previously made it so hard.As Yoda said : DO or DO NOT...there is NO TRY...So for the past few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112066131236189821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112066131236189821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112066131236189821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112066131236189821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/07/trippy-happy-day.html' title='Trippy Happy Day'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112060913918666559</id><published>2005-07-05T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T08:20:42.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Forrest, Run !</title><summary type='text'>I went to the gym for lunch today.Haven’t been there in awhile since I started having crazy deadlines &amp; sleeping in the office.On the treadmill, I feel liberated:No pretensions. No bullshit. No great expectations. No lies.It’s just ME. The Road. And My Feet.The Road doesn’t expect much of me. Don’t give me impossible deadlines. Don’t play mind games with my head.As long as I’m there. Ready to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112060913918666559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112060913918666559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112060913918666559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112060913918666559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/07/run-forrest-run.html' title='Run Forrest, Run !'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112036078644699715</id><published>2005-07-04T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T11:51:36.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Penis Dialogues</title><summary type='text'> Here's a resurrection of  a post-thread I used to do in the past: If women have the Vagina Monologues then us guys have The Penis Dialogues.    ;-pWe men might seem unable to express our feelings well to you women-folk but when we guys do meet up and hang out together, our fears, our achievements and our thoughts DO get revealed.It's just that we don't pore thru every nitty-gritty detail like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112036078644699715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112036078644699715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112036078644699715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112036078644699715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/07/penis-dialogues.html' title='The Penis Dialogues'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112035788993597121</id><published>2005-07-03T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T10:36:24.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24-Hour Party People</title><summary type='text'>Heh hehYesterday's par-tay/bday bash at Poppy/Passion was JUST what the doctor ordered.The crowd invited turned out in full force.The dance floor was packed and heaving with thumping beats.The ladies let their hair down for one night and REALLY par-tay'd.(I saw a fair share of woman-on-woman sultry dances to last a few lifetimes.)I was in HEAVEN last night.But it might seem as though  I wasn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112035788993597121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112035788993597121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112035788993597121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112035788993597121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/07/24-hour-party-people.html' title='24-Hour Party People'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/98/18/7158189/24223245035857l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8015803.post-112030009019015666</id><published>2005-07-02T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T18:47:45.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grounded !</title><summary type='text'>There hasn't been much updates in the past few days 'cos i've been GROUNDED(!).My *angelic* boss decided to impose a Monday deadline on me JUST as I was planning to take Friday off for a 3-day holiday with mates at some motivational/out-of-bounds training.Oh well...SO much for plans then, huh ??So here I am, IN the office on a Saturday (and Sunday as well looking at my current progress on meeting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/feeds/112030009019015666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8015803&amp;postID=112030009019015666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112030009019015666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8015803/posts/default/112030009019015666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uunikk.blogspot.com/2005/07/grounded.html' title='Grounded !'/><author><name>NiK!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07112112813735317872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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