<?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-8155859607127470906</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:03:35.064+08:00</updated><category term='yof'/><category term='parents'/><category term='teeth'/><category term='scouts'/><category term='tags'/><category term='tan tze yi'/><category term='Christ'/><category term='stress'/><category term='church'/><category term='movies'/><category term='food'/><category term='crap'/><category term='chinese new year'/><category term='fritz'/><category term='hong kong'/><category term='videos'/><category term='rants'/><category term='life.'/><category term='camp.'/><category term='school'/><category term='dog'/><category term='life'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>LOUD &amp; PROUD. You know you like it.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>322</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-4393921407756365329</id><published>2011-06-29T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T22:52:00.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I haven't blogged in like a million years, why did I think that blogging was cool in the first place? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I should bring it back right? I'll blog tmrw. College sucks, btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;manz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-4393921407756365329?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4393921407756365329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=4393921407756365329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/4393921407756365329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/4393921407756365329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-havent-blogged-in-like-million-years.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-1003122994377903819</id><published>2010-02-17T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T15:16:10.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uUc4KSPlI/AAAAAAAABMk/lLWBZlSiOwY/s1600-h/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uUc4KSPlI/AAAAAAAABMk/lLWBZlSiOwY/s320/phone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439104198812778066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Since I'm in a little bit of a blogging mode, I should cease the opportunity to blog. Right. I bet you've seen the picture above, or you'd either blind or retarded. Its the new nokia 5730. My baby. Well, I haven't gotten it yet, but I will, after Chinese New Year. I was initially supposed to get it myself, but after much compromising/talking/begging with my mom, she has decided to get it for me. The catch? I'll have to buy her phone. which is a whole lot cheaper. Hence, its like I'm paying only RM400 for my baby. I haven't thought of a name for him yet, Jang Geun Suk, probably. Yes, I watched You're Beautiful, and heck, I like Hwang Tae Kyung's character. But Jang Geun Suk, based on what I've read/stalked/watched is not bad too. Plus, dude speaks English :D Thats an extra thumbs up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, my aunt, uncle and cousin from my dad's side is here. I think I'm supposed to be treating them as guests instead of gluing my ass onto the very comfortable computer seat. Oh, if you're just wondering, I finished all 16 episodes of You're Beautiful in 2 and a half days. Each episode is an hour long. And I can hear my Hwang Tae Kyung's ringing tone from the kitchen, my sister is indulging in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thats all for now, I'll be sure to blog soon, I hope. Plus, I've got to start studying. Why? You ask? Because once I become a doctor, I'll laugh at you sorry asses for thinking I couldn't be one. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-1003122994377903819?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1003122994377903819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=1003122994377903819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/1003122994377903819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/1003122994377903819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/since-im-in-little-bit-of-blogging-mode.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uUc4KSPlI/AAAAAAAABMk/lLWBZlSiOwY/s72-c/phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-6982561127293330341</id><published>2010-02-15T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:00:15.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh man, I'm so very sorry that I'm not blogging anymore. My blog's so dying. I guess I've lost my passion in blogging. But I really do feel bad. So............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-6982561127293330341?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6982561127293330341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=6982561127293330341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6982561127293330341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6982561127293330341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-man-im-so-very-sorry-that-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-579688056608405943</id><published>2009-12-22T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:43:20.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hahah, I keep feeling that I have a million posts to be updated, but I'm way tooo lazy. I'm actually really sorry for keeping all you "loyal fans" so to speak, waiting. Yes, I promise I will starting with "2" A Celebration. A Cause. Then, I'll blog about my recent trip to Taiwan, and everything in between. I've got one thing to say, though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY'S EVERYBODY NOT AROUND DURING MY BIRTHDAY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, nevermind that. I'm going somewhere. Hah! I think. Will be bouldering on the 27th. Pretty busy this whole week, here's my schedule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;22nd - Lunch with Tj, be at church by 6.30pm for rehearsal, will only be back by 11.00pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;23rd - Esther's coming over, might be going swimming and shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;24th - Gift wrapping at IOI, staying over at Yean Ching's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;25th - Christmas celebration at Bukit Jalil Golf Club from 9.30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;26th - Salad making with Dom, barbeque at Yean Ching's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;27th - Bouldering with the cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah, thats it. I'll be free on the 28th and 29th, so if you want to see me, book me quick! Haha, I've got a very busy schedule, as you've seen above. Till next time I blog, see ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-579688056608405943?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/579688056608405943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=579688056608405943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/579688056608405943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/579688056608405943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/hahah-i-keep-feeling-that-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-8132649923524926397</id><published>2009-11-26T10:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T10:55:33.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, world. I'm currently not at home. Yes, I'm away. Not on holiday, just at someone's place, spending the night. I was here since Tuesday night, and I'll be going back later tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and this friday, which is tomorrow, I'll be going for Track of Talents "2" celebration with LiChing, Janie and SzeTing. In a DRESS! Pictures will be posted up, I hope. If I'm not too lazy, that is. Coax me, and I will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know, kinda unbelieveable that I'll be in a dress right?? If you don't, you must not know me then. But hey! I do wear dresses okay. Just not all the time. Only during special occasions e.g. Weddings, events etc. Stuff that requires me to wear a dress. Why else would I wear a dress? To tuition? Gary might think I'm retarded. So, no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides that, nothing much has been going on. I declined an invite from Shiva to go out. Steven won'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t call me back;  Kheng's officially not going for TOT; Des, Jan, Michelle and everybody else went for camp; Andrea went to Indonesia; Jon's going to Taiwan too; Stayed up to 7am and wa surprised that the sky was bright when I went to sleep; Finally caught up with Corynn[States] and LiChing[UK] after a very long time and I'm procrastinating on my projects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right. And I bought a new dress at Nichii for only RM62.90 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-8132649923524926397?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8132649923524926397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=8132649923524926397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/8132649923524926397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/8132649923524926397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-world.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-2023574922961200906</id><published>2009-11-20T04:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T04:30:25.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mcfly is officially my absolute favourite band now :) Check this out. How can you not fall in love with them? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/81Z9R6aLlHc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/81Z9R6aLlHc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-2023574922961200906?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2023574922961200906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=2023574922961200906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2023574922961200906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2023574922961200906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/mcfly-is-officially-my-absolute.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-6839664072857362692</id><published>2009-11-17T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:32:19.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SwKDkncbeLI/AAAAAAAABKk/EiSieTfftVI/s320/DSCN4263.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405027167884769458" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Hi. Right. So one of the Mondays before school closed, I decided to invite a couple of people to go climbing. The people I invited included Jan, Des, Xing and Leung. Last minute one by one told me that they couldn't make it. Ked was the only one who said he could. So great. Climbing with Ked. And Mana was there, climbing along. I actually went with Neil and Dom, but neither of them climbed. Before climbing, we watched Michael Jackson's : This Is It. Pretty good, but I thought it could be better. Rate, um, 7/10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;So at 8pm, met up with Ked and Bernard at Camp 5. That's where we climb, if you didn't know. Its in One Utama, a shopping centre. If you really didn't know that, you must be either retarded or living under a shell. Yes, climbing is fun. Yc came late, so we had to rent a belay set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SwKDlwjB_2I/AAAAAAAABK8/CD7BHsK_lZQ/s320/DSCN4270.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405027187508248418" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here, this is how a belay set looks like, if you were wondering. Just stick the strings in and check the lock, and you're ready to go. Plus, this thing is so awesome, I can practically cary someone twice my weight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SwKDk_cJUwI/AAAAAAAABKs/H1CbPnfQVYk/s320/DSCN4265.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405027174326031106" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, and I couldn't climb unless Yc came. Why, you ask? Simply because she's got the shoes. And its like RM5 if I were to rent it and I wasn't thinking of doing that. Since I already needed to play RM23 altogether. RM18 for entrace fee and RM5 for the harness. Oh, they invested in new harnesses, btw. And I so do not know how to work it. Its totally different from the older ones. Rock climbing shoes are special shoes, fyi. The make sure that your feet are slighty arched, to make climbing easier. But they kinda hurt, if you ask me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SwKDldqUyNI/AAAAAAAABK0/t1fOnT9xFF4/s320/DSCN4266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405027182438566098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kedric, trying to act pro. Climb so fast, could hardly keep up with his speed. Yes, I was belaying him :) He didn't die. At least I think he didn't. That's the easy wall, of course he made it to the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SwKEjKyuFsI/AAAAAAAABLM/WIHHHR-KeSk/s320/DSCN4273.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405028242525394626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SwKDme5HK5I/AAAAAAAABLE/H53Dkol8XcM/s320/DSCN4272.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405027199948893074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The hard wall on the other hand, he was stuck. So I was stuck too, at the bottom. And Bernard spotted me, staring at Ked's ass! OH! I have no choice okay, I have to look up to help him. Just wanted to clarify that, all you speculators. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-6839664072857362692?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6839664072857362692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=6839664072857362692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6839664072857362692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6839664072857362692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SwKDkncbeLI/AAAAAAAABKk/EiSieTfftVI/s72-c/DSCN4263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-8929417182053451529</id><published>2009-11-17T02:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T03:08:36.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Right, so I'm blogging again. I seem to be in a very good blogging mood :) So here's what I've been fretting bout since the 23rd Oct 2009 (the last day of exams) - 13th Nov 2009 (the last day of school). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Aim : To try to squeeze out marks from the evil retarded teachers who never know how to take pity on their students who studied so hard for the exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Hypothesis : No teachers would add marks for their students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Variables :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Manipulated : The teachers ( Pn.Yee - English, Pn.Roziha - BM, Pn.Ting - Modern Math, En.Amara - Additional Math, Physics - Miss Wong, Biology - Pn. Yip, Moral - Pn.Kwang, Chemistry - Pn.Cheong, History - Miss Malathi )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Constant : The student ( Amanda Phuah )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Responding : The marks obtained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Procedure :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;1. Pester the teacher to return the papers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;2. DO NOT approach when the teacher is angry especially when he/she is marking your class's papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;3. Always ask for the marking scheme when you get the paper back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;4. Check through the marking scheme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;5. Check for additional marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;6. Pray that the teacher counts the marks wrongly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;7. Add up the marks given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;8. Step 6 is repeated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;9. Pester the teacher again for more marks on why the answer you gave is wrong and why you should get the marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;10. When she/he doens't, say SHIT while walking away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;11. Pray that the teacher doesn't hear you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;12. Go back to your seat and tell your friends about how dumb the teacher is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;13. Start planning how you are going to burn the school down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Results :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;BM - 70% (A2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;English - 86% (A1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Additional Math - 70% (A2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Modern Math - 81% (A1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Physics - 50% (D7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Biology - 63% (B4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Chemistry - 70% (A2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;History - 53% (D7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Moral - 54%(D7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Conclusion : The hypothesis is accepted. None of the teachers would add marks for their students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-8929417182053451529?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8929417182053451529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=8929417182053451529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/8929417182053451529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/8929417182053451529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/right-so-im-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-748995530653860694</id><published>2009-11-17T02:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:50:38.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Hey, ah lians and ah bengs. Um, some super long delayed posts I promised to blog about, since the exam. Ya, I procrastinate alot. So? Deal with it. Its 2.24am and I'm kinda cranky. So read if you want to, if not, you could totally leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Right, so remember I said that my parents were off for leaders' retreat back in Sept/Oct? And Jorleen, my sis and I were home alone for 3 whole days :) And here's how it went. And the things we did and ate, and stuff not so sane people would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SwGYOxKPpzI/AAAAAAAABJk/4mWngDyONYM/s320/DSCN4198.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404768407303202610" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All the cooking was done by yours truly, Amanda Phuah. And I must say, its pretty good. A tad salty though, but nontheless edible. I kinda did cheat while making it, the pasta sauce was from the can :) Cheese and herbs with ham, bacon, mushrooms and more cheese. Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SwGYPyfZ7AI/AAAAAAAABJ0/_psTEIbBQ2I/s320/DSCN4206.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404768424840260610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay fine, I'll give some credit to Jorleen from cooking the pasta. Well, all she had to do was add water when it dried up and made sure it was cooked and soft. Not all rubberband-ish. See, the end product kinda cool, kan? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SwGYPZgtWAI/AAAAAAAABJs/sfJ-zUHl8b8/s320/DSCN4201.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404768418134841346" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And also a little credit to my not-as-awesome-as-me-sister for making the last minute salad dressing. We decided to be healthy and eat some veggies. Unfortunately, we ran out of ketchup, so we couldn't exactly make thousand island as dressing. So, she searched some weird dressing online which is a mix of white vinegar, mayonnaise and thyme. Well, it tasted like sour mayonnaise. But, better than no dressing right? And none of us had diarrhea, so we're good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SwGYQ1OD5DI/AAAAAAAABKE/CZ7wRN-6lgM/s320/DSCN4211.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404768442752689202" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Plus, we had left over pasta, as usual. We never estimate the right amount. Never, I tell you. So, Jorleen The Cacat decided to use the pasta as a manual move-your-fringe-out-of-the-way thing. It does work actually, not to say that you should try it or anything, your parents might label you as a pure retard if they find out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SwGYQcjbO5I/AAAAAAAABJ8/cUi32BWta_Y/s320/DSCN4209.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404768436131412882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On the other hand, Amanda The Bigger Retard used the pasta as bluetooth. See, who needs a freaking RM100 bluetooth when you can make one out of a pasta? All you've gotta do is just stick it in your ear. As easy as ABC, do re mi and 123.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SwGZut7okRI/AAAAAAAABKM/fPBBifIcpbI/s320/DSCN4214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404770055704056082" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And of course we had some studying done. This was before the year end exam, btw. History, the subject every Malaysian hates. Go Nabi Muhammad, if I could say. Pfft. Its all crap, really. Has the government ever thought of putting their very own politicians in school to take the History exam? I'd bet RM100 that they'll all fail with flying colours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SwGZu5wWLfI/AAAAAAAABKU/ZlS_upmzxVI/s320/DSCN4217.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404770058877939186" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The next night, we had pizza. Dominoes, if you can't see the picture above. Tilt your head, it might help. Cause I sure am not going to reload the picture. 2 regulars, breadstix and a bottle of coke. Eventhough we already had one in the fridge. But, its all in the package. So, its cool :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;23rd October 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SwGZvmxYmaI/AAAAAAAABKc/z5_7MeImkXo/s320/DSCN4256.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404770070961887650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GOODBYE, YOU EVIL EXAMS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hello, evil results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Note : The following stunts in pictures 4 and 5 were done by trained professional retards. Do not try to reenact or recreate what you just saw. Hazardous for your brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-748995530653860694?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/748995530653860694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=748995530653860694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/748995530653860694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/748995530653860694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-ah-lians-and-ah-bengs.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SwGYOxKPpzI/AAAAAAAABJk/4mWngDyONYM/s72-c/DSCN4198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-8279606516281039269</id><published>2009-11-08T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:30:57.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh right. I'm blogging again. Not getting old though. Plus, this blog has to stay alive. Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Its a Saturday night now, Sunday morning if you count the pass midnight thing. So, we after SNL just now, the usual gang minus the two boys went out to eat! Hahaha. Guess where?? Only Daey knows so far. Fine. I'll tell you anyway, since you're dying to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WILLIAM'S!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;William's is soooo awesome I tell you. They serve the best food in the world mann! Most of us had Mozzarella Cheese Naan. And the Roti Hawaii in William's is so different from the one in Murni's. Everyone who says its the same, is lying. God, cleanse their sins. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Oh, and I'm supposed to go climbing this Monday, but I'm not exactly sure if its still on or not. Because KONG KHENG KIN can't make it! Gosh. You ass. Just so you know, I planned really really hard okay. Breaks my heart to think as though you don't want to see me. Geez, its been what? 5 freaking years????!!!!! Anyway, you better not bail out on lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Well, I'll be off tomorrow for a really really long day of exciting stuff. First off, church as usual. Then, will have youth band meeting. Then, leaders' meeting. After that, will be going for Serena's Farewell Party, which I'm supposedly in charge of games and lastly, will be going for some event happening at Acts Church. Yes, I'll bring my camera this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Till then, see ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-8279606516281039269?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8279606516281039269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=8279606516281039269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/8279606516281039269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/8279606516281039269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-right_08.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-6980232960625000274</id><published>2009-11-04T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:40:13.232+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, right. I'm back. Blogging. Real bored, if you ask me. Okay. Just a couple of updates to rekindle your likeness of viewing this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;So, I was casted in this video for church. Its for Pastor's Discovering God Series we're doing at church now. And guess who I acted as? Ya, you've guessed it. I portrayed a preppy-and-I-love-the-colour-pink-only-and-I'm-totally-in-love-with-ZacEfron-and-the-latest-celebrity-gossip person. Plus, now everyone's asking me who Jimmy Chong is. And my eye bags look pretty huge. Can't blame me.We shot from 10pm-1am. Watch it. Then laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qghMWq-udYI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qghMWq-udYI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And recently, I went for a japanese buffet with Uncle Kok Kin and Aunty Nian Yee. The occasion, you ask? Aunty Nian Yee's birthday. We went to Tenji, at Mount Kiara. And believe me, it was awesome. Of sashimis, sushi, and alot of other raw stuff including oysters, if you were wondering. Mannn, I really want to go back. But, no money. So, I think i should scratch that idea. We were kinda busy eating, so not alot of pictures were taken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Besides, I went to Puay Chai last Friday for service. I lost my voice. We had to work with the kids, help them pitch their tents, teach them lame songs we learn and make them shut up. Oh, did I mention they didn't have an MC? And lucky them, they got me. GREAT. It was all fine and all. Everyone having fun doing mississippi, the banana dance thing, the hand up, palms together, etc. Until, the mic went KO. And thank God for his gift of voice to me, I was the manual loud speaker. It was kinda hard to get everyone listening to me, but I think I did pretty well. Grace of God, really. Mommy came to pick me up after, so I didn't join the gang for mamak. Oh, and I missed Creative Life's barbeque. I really really really wanted to go, but I was stuck being MC. Totally missed Yean Ching's not-so-grand entrace. Good job, you. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Went rock climbing on Monday. I'm stiff. Gosh. Xing, Jan and Des were supposed to come along too, but they got caught up with their own stuff. So, they didn't make it. Kedric, however, did. Thank God. :) Mana came along too. Oh, and before that, Dom, Neil and I went to watch Michael Jackson's : This Is It. The documentary really isn't that bad. The dancers are awesome. And the guitarist lady, WOW. We were actually supposed to watch Jennifer's Body, until they found out it was 18PL. Then we switched. Got my ass kicked in pool by Dom and I officially suck at Daytona. What a dumb game. I keep crashing the car. But i think I did alot better than the last time in IOI. We met up with Sean who was working at Baskins and got free caramel and gummy bears on our ice cream.. Gummy Bears are so awesome. I love the show too. Haven't watched it in ages, though. Climbing after was good. Didn't really do alot, was busy belaying Kedric Kwan. But I managed to climb a not-so-vertical wall half way. Fell couple of times, then they decided to close the place. That red is so gonna get pawned on Monday. Yes, I'm going back to conquer it. With Kheng and Drea. Hehehe, my little scheme. Oh, and I got my own MEMBERSHIPCARD! I'll snap a picture and post it up soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Till then, keep reading. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-6980232960625000274?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6980232960625000274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=6980232960625000274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6980232960625000274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6980232960625000274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-right.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-8992744530503853703</id><published>2009-10-16T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:18:58.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hey, world. :) And Hi to you too, the girl from my dad's school that is reading my blog. Hey, lucky you, I'm actually acknowledging you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, I know everyone's been talking bout exams and all. But thank God, exams are almost over. ALMOST. Btw, my dad and my Biology teacher has practically the same brain. They set the same questions for the year end exam. To all SriKL students, wanna pakat? I accept cash or credit, whichever you're comfortable with. But of course, cash is way better. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, so everyone's an emotional wreck now. Trust me. Since Physics paper was over, I could practically hear everyone going " shit, wrong already! " or " is the answer ******** ah??? I put **** worrrr! ". But then again, I would say Daey's level of emotion was the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;David   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyone else in our gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay! So its P1V1 over P2V2??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;NO!! Its P1V1 = P2V2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HAR?!??!?! But you use the top column times bottom column then you divide??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;NO! You times the both then its supposed to be equal then you can find the V lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;NOOO! EH.. DAMMNN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He then stormed away angrily and walked to Joshua Tang and asked him the same thing. He wouldn't trust us. Even with people like Mag and Shiva who knew almost everything, he still walked over to other people, hoping that they would have done the same thing as he did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Right, maybe I should stop about the exam thing, since I too, screwed up. Whatever. Physics sucks anyway. Chemistry is awesome, on the other hand. So, what's been going on? Um, nothing much really. Its all study, study, study. Form 4 isn't easy, fyi. All you people who say Form 4's a honeymoon year, you're so lying. Its really not easy, with all the new subjects and stuff. Its a very bumpy ride, if you ask me. Everyone's getting more emotional this year, even I, myself. Guess its the oestrogen pumping through my body. Testosterone, for the guys. Yes, I'm a Science student, if you haven't found out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I promise I'll blog about my home alone thing next week. Oh and I'll be going climbing on the 29th of Oct. If you want to join me, please tell me in advance. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;p/s : Take a chill pill, geeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-8992744530503853703?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8992744530503853703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=8992744530503853703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/8992744530503853703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/8992744530503853703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-world.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-6062030001272430873</id><published>2009-10-04T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:29:56.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hi, you. Oh gosh. Don't get me started. I actually really wanted to blog about the things we did when my parents weren't home for 3 days. But nooo. I can't. Why? You ask. Well, this is why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Very, very stressed. Who says Form 4 is easy?! All you crappy people who said that Form 4's a piece of cake, well, you might not think that way if you're in my position! Exams are on the 7th, btw. Ya, on Rynn's birthday. I'm sorry I had to say this Rynn, but I HATE YOUR BIRTHDAY. At least this year. Malaysian education system already sucks so bad, but here we are, Malaysian students, studying our asses off because our school decided to arrange our exams so early in October, none of us got to really study. Not only that, they also decided to stretch it really really long into the month based on the reason 'the school would not like you to play truant after the exams are over, therefore stretching the exam so long'. Just so you know how long it is, its from October 7th - October 23rd. Yes, cutting through the Deepavali festival, hence making it even longer because we have holidays in between that no one can even enjoy because we have papers the next day! But have they ever thought what the students want?!?!?!?!? And the retarded teacher who set the time table for the exam. If I ever get my chance on her, I'd kill her. Is she stupid or what?!?! She puts History II on the 7th of October and History I on the 23rd of October?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Conclusion : You are retarded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Besides, like I said, I'm so stressed. I haven't even finished studying yet and its Sunday today. I've been studying from 145-330 and 545-730. And no, I'm not done. Chin Kai Leong, you win okay. This term, I'm gonna fail big time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-6062030001272430873?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6062030001272430873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=6062030001272430873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6062030001272430873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6062030001272430873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/hi-you.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-2728796359960347049</id><published>2009-09-26T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:51:56.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A9CmZXSSYmc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A9CmZXSSYmc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-2728796359960347049?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2728796359960347049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=2728796359960347049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2728796359960347049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2728796359960347049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-6079780541705203379</id><published>2009-09-25T15:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T16:29:58.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Okay, so I also went for camp during the Merdeka weekend. About 150 of us from Eaglepoint went down to Glory Beach, Port Dickson for the camp. I was helping out for the gross sessions, together with Jeyna, the ever-so-smart-person-who-came-up-with-everything, Sarah, Joel and Genevieve. Oh, and Jeyna, if you're reading this, sorrrrryyyyyy I didn't hand in my report, or rather i handed in a crappy report. Most pictures are on facebook, but the behind-the-scenes-in-our-so-called-teenagers-only-apartment was where the fun all began :) Heh, heh, heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;First, let me tell you who were the people who were staying in the same apartment as I was. The apparent 'teenagers'. Cuzario David, Hannsen Lim, Shaun Matthew, Charleen Tan, Hao Ying, Jorleen Tan, Jackee Chong and myself. And boy, was it fun. 8 retards in an apartment = SUGAR PARTY! We were there for 3 days and 2 nights. Besides the activities which were very captivating, inspiring, life-changing and  convicting, we had fun talking too. Plus, it was Merdeka on the 2nd night and boy was it crazy. There were fireworks, but pictures of them were crappy, so I've decided not to post them up. After the whole little celebration of shouting and being happy for our country's 52nd year of independence, the sugar party started. And people, fyi, SHAUN MATTHEW TALKS WAY TOO MUCH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/Srx5sPNzUVI/AAAAAAAABIE/RNqokOMtSLE/s320/DSCN4179.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385313055333896530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/Srx5WWALR1I/AAAAAAAABH0/1Nk3xXdPYEk/s320/DSCN4181.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385312679198672722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The sugar party which consisted of Jorleen, Cuza, Shaun and I were off the edge! We could actually start a club! Not that I'm thinking of starting one, but we were just so awesome. Seriously. Of rolling into popiahs, talking about Zac Efron and his nice hair, yummy mummies with a tummy, using a long stick to switch channels on the tv, etc. Imagine that. We were crazy. Oh, then we had a so called gossip session with Neil and Dom until about 2am and a one-on-one basketball game, which I totally trashed Sean Michael. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/Srx5VTWjbgI/AAAAAAAABHk/bJWTO7bWU0s/s320/DSCN4169.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385312661307354626" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Trivia question : Who does this baby bump belong to? [Oh, I so feel like some spokesperson for E! or some celebrity gossip magazine]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/Srx5UwGf49I/AAAAAAAABHc/GOsCZK35KCQ/s320/DSCN4168.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385312651844772818" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cuzario David, of course! Only people from our apartment got to see the close up, everyone else just saw from far away. Plus, Jorleen and I actually made a dress for him out of bed sheets and towels, from the apartment. And I hate to say it, but it actually looked alot like the one I wore for my school's Minggu Pusat Sumber, when I was playing Athena, Goddess of War/Wisdom/whatever you want it to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/Srx5VyTsvyI/AAAAAAAABHs/ZDStnj9At-0/s320/DSCN4162.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385312669616881442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is Jorleen. My 38 kaki. A total sakai, 100% retarded. Just like me :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-6079780541705203379?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6079780541705203379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=6079780541705203379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6079780541705203379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6079780541705203379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-so-i-also-went-for-camp-during.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/Srx5sPNzUVI/AAAAAAAABIE/RNqokOMtSLE/s72-c/DSCN4179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-1608548959356578121</id><published>2009-09-25T15:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:42:57.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;So, during the last holidays, like i mentioned in the earlier post below, we had a steamboat at my place. We as in "the gang", but people like Steven, Fui Swen and Vino couldn't make it. Well, about 10 people made it, better than nothing right? It was actually to celebrate Daey's birthday, but he kinda felt a bit pai seh that we were doing it all for him, so in the end, it became a 'gathering', instead of Daey's birthday party cum steamboat. My mom was the one who actually said that we could do it at our house, as long as everyone could come on their own to my place. I stay in Subang, btw, For those who don't know. And yes, Subang is pretty far from PJ, about a 20 minutes drive. So people who came were J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;an, Des, Sheung Jien, Shiva, Daey, Jon, Kedric, Xing, Mag and Leung. Mag and Ked had tuition, that ended at 7pm so we started kinda late. But anyway, at least we ate. Sorry to those who didn't eat, aka SHIVA. Sorry man. Here are the pictures which have been sitting in my camera for an awful long time. I'm finally learnt to import the photos from my camera to the iMac. Thank God. I'm not so technologically challenged after all. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/Srxw7USTy-I/AAAAAAAABHM/v7cEiw1ME0c/s320/david.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385303418788367330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is Daey. It was a couple of days before his birthday. Don't you just love Daey? He's so awesome I tell you. Though he only tells all his secrets to the one and only Des, but we still love you, Daey :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SrxxiEG8bXI/AAAAAAAABHU/6BzRYRY0VZo/s320/yl+and+xing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385304084460629362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And then, there's the awesome duo. Xing and Leung. The three of us were in the same class in Form 2, together with Sheung Jien, Shiva and Mag. Since the three of us were sitting at the back, we talked, ALOT. Until Pn. Selvarani actually scolded us. She was our ex-class teacher. She's retired now, btw. And i still vaguely remember the lame joke Leung used to make. Lee Yew Leung Xing Yao. Killer. And I think the table that Leung scribbled on that is in my class now :) Memories make me smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SrxuQoIZMaI/AAAAAAAABG8/EFUZ9ON2lCE/s320/poker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385300486357856674" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So we were all waiting for Sheung Jien with Kedric and Mag to arrive. We were all starving like mad, and I actually asked Xing to bring his poker set. And trust me. None of us knew a thing about playing poker. Seriously. Check out my facebook for the video. Its so crappy man. Its like check, check, check. Everything is check. Until someone said " Then when is it time to raise?" DING DING! No one knew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SrxuRC-EnWI/AAAAAAAABHE/x0puY_PHolA/s320/group.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385300493562322274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's us. This is our usual close gang. We're much bigger in school, but these people are the best to hang with. They listen to what you want to say, then they annoy you with what you just said and laugh like pigs. Besides, they make you feel all crappy in class and then make themselves feel crappy too and then we'd have a crappy conversation. Back of the class is where all the gossips happen, mostly between Mag and I, Des and Daey, Jon and Kah Hou, Shiva and I, Des and Shiva and not forgetting when Kedric and Praveen comes over to our class to sleep every Friday, 3rd and 4th period of Modern Math. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think I've said enough. I love highschool. Though, I can't wait to be done with it, then I'll be free. I'll sure miss you people when were off in the world on our own. Maybe we'll have another party at Xing's :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Plus, I don't think its very easy to replace friends who understand what you go through every now and then and when to not disturb you during your time of the month. Yes, the boys actually calculate mine because apparently I'd be very very angry. Thanks guys, thanks alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-1608548959356578121?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1608548959356578121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=1608548959356578121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/1608548959356578121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/1608548959356578121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-during-last-holidays-like-i.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/Srxw7USTy-I/AAAAAAAABHM/v7cEiw1ME0c/s72-c/david.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-7517051268393486456</id><published>2009-08-25T15:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:50:23.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah, could someone remind me how much of a pig I am? Its the holidays now, and all I'm doing is going online, talking to people via ebuddy, watching tv occasionally, listening to songs from my youtube playlist which haven't been updated in forever, sneezing once in a while, going to shower, shitting sometimes, going for tuition because according to my mom's if-you've-paid-the-fees-you-have-to-go policy, etc. See, I'm a pig. A BIG, FAT, LAZY PIG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Besides, I'm supposed to be doing a Chemistry project, which I'm procrastinating at. Pn. Cheong already hates everyone, so I don't really care. I know, I'm such an ass. But its pointless. Why want us to do a project on manufacturing ammonia gas and showing it on powerpoint to the whole class when we manufacture ammonia gas everyday in the toilet? Gosh, I should have taken 'manufacturing sulphuric acid' instead. But nooooo, Miss Erin Lim took that topic. And since I'm too lazy to do anything and so are my team mates; David, Mag, Des, etc I bet none of us are going to do anything. Like how I said I was going to finish the Civics project in May, and I still haven't done it. Its lying in on of my bookshelves upstairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I keep feeling hungry, but since I'm on the eat-only-70% diet thing I'm like refraining myself from eating. But its totally not working, because my mom keeps stocking up on junk at home. Oh! And she made me, my sis and my dad drink some weird healthy drink yesterday, blended pink DRAGONFRUIT, to be exact. Its gross, don't try it. And to all mothers who are reading this, please make it for your children. Let them suffer. No pain, no gain, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Change Your World Camp is this coming Saturday. I don't think I'm very ready. Spiritually, mentally and physically. I haven't prayed in a while, I haven't read anything recently besides blogs, and I'm gaining weight. Plus, I'm doing one of the activities, I think I'm supposed to be like all hyped up. I've got to start praying. Crap, I'm an ass. The usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm so bored of facebook. I play Biotronic everyday, leave my restaurant city on and check my notes to see if anyone commented. I think I should start blogging on facebook. But its weird, don't you think? I'd rather blog here, I feel its more safe. Though there isn't any difference since both blogger and facebook are open to public. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm currently listening to when I'm with you by Faber Drive. Brings back the old memories, some good, some not so good. However, steamboat at my place last Sunday was good. I ate. ALOT. Poor mommy, didn't eat. But we hid an extra plate of shepherds pie in the microwave, so mommy ate that after everyone left. And btw, I had to clean the house after all you retards left. Here are some of the comments my parents made bout all you steamboat people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jan - When she came to the kitchen to thank me, she like wanna hug me only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Des - She's bigger now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jon - There, that guy that can play piano very well. So tall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Daey - Why he so black one? Chindian ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sheung Jien - He's quiet but can eat wor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yew Leung - That boy got a good spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shiva - Why he never eat wan? Food not suitable is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kedric - He talk alot, that Kendrick boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mag - You all lah, don't wanna listen to her story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Xing Yao - But he's so small wor. Can eat ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Steven and Vino were supposed to come, but they didn't make it. And go to facebook to check our CHECK, CHECK, CHECK video. Its like a live prove that none of us really know how to play poker. My parents officially think that we're retards. Thanks Mummy and Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-7517051268393486456?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7517051268393486456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=7517051268393486456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/7517051268393486456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/7517051268393486456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/ah-could-someone-remind-me-how-much-of.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-5724053959608946198</id><published>2009-08-22T16:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T01:59:43.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world. I'm sorry for not blogging. Wait, I always say that. What to do, I'm a busy, busy person. I'm NOT a business woman, okay. Just that I've got alot of things to do lately. Btw, to all scouts, SMK Taman SEA might be holding a campfire next year. Depends on whether Sir would approve all our not-very-convinving-we-have-to-use-too-much-money proposal. I'm assistant organizing chairperson, btw. :) So, we're not going to Kluang after all, which was supposed to be today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urgh, I wonder when you would stop being such a bitch. I'm sorry I'm not perfect, as if the whole world thinks you are. This is the only way I know how to express my deepest feelings for you, and you're a piece of SHIT. I don't know how we ended up this way, but its all your fault. All I ever did was to say YES top everything you wanted me to do. And you've never thought about anyone else except yourself. Why leave all your shit to be done at the last minute when its my time to shine?! When its my time to get things my way for once, and here you come, barging in, as though I'm a peasant of some crappy maid who is supposed to listen to all your crap. Come on, I have feelings too. I'm not like you, my heart is not made out of rock. One of the few damn things you could actually do is to stop being so cocky. What do you think you are?! The Queen of the World?! Wake up, man. Cause you're not. When will you get up and wake up from your stupid fantasy? Thinking that everyone is under you and you're the NUMBER 1?!?!?! What are you? Stupid or something?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're a piece of SHIT and I mean it. You suck so much. Oh and you make me feel like I'm a small, tiny little dot, so very insignificant in your stupid life. Well, here's the deal. Now I don't even want to be part of your life. Just erase me off. If I actually had the finance, I would go. Leave this place, and go to some other place where I can actually make a difference. Do something that will make me special. Do something that would not be put down or ridiculed by you. Where you don't exist. Or more so, somewhere I don't exist. I'm a total nuisance to you, aren't I? You hate me so much cause I give you to much trouble?! Well, good job. You made me feel like I'm a total loser and I can't do anything about it. Well, fine. If it makes you any better, I am a total loser and you are always on top. You will always remain on top, so why are you so shaken?! Why must you always make me feel like an idiot? Some ass who doesn't know anything, but when the truth is you can't even do simple math. I'm to one who's getting A1s in my exams, not you! But its you who get labelled, you who gets the attention, everything is YOU, YOU, YOU. Maybe you're right. The world does revolve around you. That's why I wish I never existed. Never wished to be here. Never wished to revolve around your world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-5724053959608946198?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5724053959608946198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=5724053959608946198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5724053959608946198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5724053959608946198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-2992760904282861162</id><published>2009-07-26T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:36:02.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hey. I'm really really really really really sorry for MIA-ing alot lately. Who says Form4 is a honeymoon year?! Very funny. Anyway, alot of things have been going on lately, since Sports Day which was in June. We [scouts] won the marching competition for the first time ever in I-don't-know-how-many-years, Neil and HaoYing are officially together, I'm going for a dance tour next month, I'm singing/worship leading for kidzone and I sleep ealier than 1am everyday. Wow. Alot of things aye? Not to mention that I'll be skipping class this whole week, except Friday cause I'll be protraying Athena, Goddess of War for Minggu Pusat Sumber [MPS]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So technically that's what's been going on lately. I have tuition weekday, mind you, that's why I never find the time to blog. Plus, my computer upstairs got hit by some virus, so the mozilla/google chrome won't open. Thus, iMac it is. And I'm not exactly sure how to upload my pictures into this pc, so I'm not taking any risks. After all, this is like the only pc I get to use until the one upstairs get fixed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I know how people don't like to read blogs with no pictures in it. Trust me, I know best. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Promise I'll post latest pictures up soon. How soon, I have no idea, seriously. But till then, I'll blog bit by bit and hope people read it. Right, I'm getting lame. Whatever. Oh and I talked to a kid in church this morning, he's like 4 and this is how our conversation went. He's a pure cutie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt; Dylan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey Dy. So you know how to read?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes! Of course I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What part of the book you know how to read?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;THE END. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Okay, then tell me a story.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay. I'll tell you the DADA story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Okay&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Once upon a time, DADADADADADADADADADADADADAADADA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Aiyohh, you're so funnny!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-2992760904282861162?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2992760904282861162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=2992760904282861162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2992760904282861162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2992760904282861162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-2125142071482182481</id><published>2009-06-08T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:32:51.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Right, so yesterday, I watched 17 again with the usual people; Neil, HaoYing, Jorleen and SeanM. Well, I bet you want reviews about the movie, no? Okay fine, I'll tell you anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;It was pretty good, but kinda predictable at parts. A little bit sick at other parts, but all in all, it was quite a memorable show. However, this is the kind of shows that you would only want to watch once, unless you're madly in love with Zac Efron. But then again, who is? Unless you're Vanessa Hudgens, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SiyutfnGLII/AAAAAAAABGk/OQG3fYbDg-A/s320/zac_efron_seventeen_again_poster.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344838954384764034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;However, part of the movie I really really like was how Zac looked. Of hair flips, perfect smile and super duper extra deep blue eyes plus awesome aviators, I'll rate those an 11 on a scale of 1-10. Besides the smile, eyes, hair and aviators, the rest absolutely goes to.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SiyutBL8FTI/AAAAAAAABGc/xqs0TWYWv_k/s320/seventieen-again-zach-efron-300a-040308.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344838946217792818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MATTHEW PERRYYYY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The dude was awesome!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/Siyus344i_I/AAAAAAAABGU/ZmYUbKro-Hk/s320/17_Again-8-Matthew_Perry.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344838943721950194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So, should you watch the show? Yes, I guess. Its meaningful and predictable, typical love story, a little bit surrealbut downright pretty with hairflips and deep blue eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Note : I really really don't like Zac Efron. Its just the hair. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-2125142071482182481?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2125142071482182481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=2125142071482182481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2125142071482182481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2125142071482182481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/right-so-yesterday-i-watched-17-again.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SiyutfnGLII/AAAAAAAABGk/OQG3fYbDg-A/s72-c/zac_efron_seventeen_again_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-3537763486689188751</id><published>2009-05-23T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:24:38.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Woohh! Thank you, Jesus. Exams are over! So is American Idol Season 8. :( but boy, was it a good season. The most talked about season, I think. Hahaha, you win, Kedric Kwan. Cause Kris Allen won. I was like freaking sure that Danny would win, but no. He didn't. WASTEDD! All america's fault! Haha, kidding. Its okay. Kris was good, I must say. If you watched, you might have wanted Adam to win. I did too, at first until I heard Kris singing falling slowly and ain't no sunshine. Those were really really really GOOD! Oh, and when Danny performed with Lionel Richie in the finale, it was JAWDROPPING! Seriously!! How could he have been voted out?! He was soooo AWESOME. However, I'm planning to paint my fingernail and deep purple or black this holidays. Not beacuse adam lost okay, cause I want to. :) Here, watch these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/keOmpro-70A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/keOmpro-70A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; 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font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uaM9_j2X87I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uaM9_j2X87I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-3537763486689188751?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3537763486689188751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=3537763486689188751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/3537763486689188751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/3537763486689188751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/woohh-thank-you-jesus.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-4986569541023872314</id><published>2009-05-08T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T02:15:15.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Good morning, people. Its 100am and its a lovely Friday morning. I've been studying just now, so its kinda like my break now. But just to show off, here's what i studied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unit 1 - Perkembangan Diri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Kepercayaan kepada Tuhan - Yakin wujudnya Tuhan // Mematuhi segala suruhanNya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Amanah - Mempunyai sikap bertanggungjawab // Dapat menimbulkan kepercayaan dan keyakinan orang lain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Harga Diri - Menjaga maruah diri // Memuliakan diri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Bertanggungjawab - Sanggup memikul tugas // Sanggup melaksanakan tugas dengan sempurna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Hemah Tinggi - Beradab sopan // Berbudi pekerti mulia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Toleransi - Bertolak ansur // Sabar // Mengawal diri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Berdikari - Kesanggupan melakukan sesuatu // Tanpa bergantung kepada orang lain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Kerajinan - Usaha yang berterusan // cekal/gigh/tekun/dedikasi/berdaya maju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Kasih Sayang - Kepekaan // Perasaan cinta yang mendalam/berkekalan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Keadilan - Tidak berat sebelah // Tindakan saksama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Rasional - Boleh berfikir dengan wajar // Mengambil tindakan wajar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Kesederhanaan - Tidak keterlaluan // Tanpa mengabaikan kepentingan diri dan orang lain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unit 2 - Keluarga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Kasih sayang terhadap keluarga - Perasaan cinta yang mendalam // Perasaan cinta yang berkekalan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Hormat dan taat kepada anggota keluarga - Memuliakan setiap anggota keluarge // Berinteraksi/memberi                                                                                                  layanan sopan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Mengekalkan tradisi kekeluargaan - Menerima/menghormati adat // Mengamalkan adat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Tanggungjawab terhadap keluarga - Kewajipan terhadap keluarga // Menjaga maruah keluarga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Unit 3 - Alam Sekitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Menyayangi dan menghargai alam sekitar - Memelihara alam sekeliling // Memulihara alam sekeliling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Keharmonian antara manusia dengan alam sekitar - saling memerlukan hubungan harmonis // Kualiti                                                                                                                           kehidupan manusia terpelihara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Kemampanan alam sekitar - Pengekalan keseimbangan // Tanggungjawab bersama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Peka terhadap isu-isu alam sekitar - Prihatin tentang persoalan alam sekitar // Menyelesaikan persoalan alam                                                                          sekitar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Unit 4 - Negara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Cinta akan negara - Perasaan sayang dan bangga // meletakkan kepentingan negara melebihi kepentingan diri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Taat setia kepada Raja dan negara - Taat kepada raja dan negara // Patuh kepada raja dan negara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sanggup berkorban untuk negara - Kerelaan melakukan sesuatu untuk negara // Tanda kebaktian negara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;THERE! I'm so proud of myself. I did it all withouht looking at the paper. Here's hoping its all correct, word for word. Or as Mrs. Lim would say, CORRIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-4986569541023872314?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4986569541023872314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=4986569541023872314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/4986569541023872314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/4986569541023872314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-morning-people.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-8260993351625716482</id><published>2009-04-23T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:50:28.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SfArXP9jlwI/AAAAAAAABGM/w-W0lmDFwXg/s1600-h/DSCN3889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SfArXP9jlwI/AAAAAAAABGM/w-W0lmDFwXg/s320/DSCN3889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327806037600999170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh ya, we had Biology test last week. And boy was it fun! Not only did I know how to answer most of the questions, I acutally think I'm gonna ace it. Unless Pn. Yip does something crazy to deduct all my marks or reads this post and goes "This girl ah". Then searches for my paper and gives me a 0. But that would unlikely happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;So here's praying that I'll ace it! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-8260993351625716482?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8260993351625716482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=8260993351625716482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/8260993351625716482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/8260993351625716482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-ya-we-had-biology-test-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SfArXP9jlwI/AAAAAAAABGM/w-W0lmDFwXg/s72-c/DSCN3889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-6187897275313839504</id><published>2009-04-23T15:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:46:50.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yof'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All right. Phew. Finally got the pictures uploaded. Lucky you, I'm back with a blast! For starters, today's a Thursday and I skipped school! Again. Heh, this blog is like turning into some confessional box or something. So anyway, they [as in every smart kid in my school ] are practising this whole ' Hari Anugerah Kecermerlangan' thing in my school, so I decided to skip it since I'm not gonna be receiving anything. Though I'm actually supposed to go for tabik hormat, but whatever. I don't think its that hard to just lift your hand and say "cheq up" when VIPs pass by. Unless you think I'm some kinda retard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So anyway, enough bout me. Now its all about, HAO YING! Or as people *ahem* call her, CHLOE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SfAfp7pAgfI/AAAAAAAABEc/9dPrlizdwJI/s320/DSCN3863.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 282px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327793164424086002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So at YOF last Sunday, all of us YOFers celebrated her birthday. Her birthday's actually on the 21st, but we celebrated it on the 18th. Close enough. Someone got her a super fancy Pandan cake, which totally reminded me of Mag's. Wait, this is supposed to be about her. Scooch over, MAG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seeing Ying's passion for the teens really knocks a nail on its head. Its her passion. Look at her. I think with her mixing with us, its prolly like a little scheme to stay young. Haha. And of course, to let God's will in her life be done by doing the things she loves. Us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SfAfp2zed3I/AAAAAAAABEk/jsCFFpgRonY/s320/DSCN3864.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327793163125815154" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Plus, look at YOF now. I remember it last time, where it used to me Jeyna, Ah Cherr, Rynn, Kach, Charleen and myself. I think through her passion and the life God has given her, she has really made an impact or more than that, prolly an indentation in most of our lives. Well, in mine, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SfAfxOqJodI/AAAAAAAABEs/1vI-iw2ynJY/s320/DSCN3867.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 282px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327793289788236242" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our first decent picture that I screwed up. I moved. But at least you can see the reassemblance in our features, OUR TEETH! Its like a trademark. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SfAfxNhn8jI/AAAAAAAABE0/DGvJzfkhSec/s320/DSCN3870.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327793289484038706" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then after the celebration and all, bla bla, we had 'hangout' session. Which was pretty much speechless. But look at it this way, if it wasn't for hangout, Jorleen and I wouldn't have had the chance to totally wreck Ying's car, with Esther driving! MEHNN! It was crazy. At first, we couldn't even get her car unlocked cause her car keys' battery was cacat. So we stuck the key into the keyhole and turned it. Then, THE ALARM WENT OFF. So Jorleen, Esther and I were like panicking, trying to stop the alarm. And we did, several times until we opened the door and it  went off again. And cc Juliet was there saying " How you all wanna rob a car lah? Alarm also cannot kau tim." PAISEHHH! But we called Ying down and she told us the proper technique to shut down the alarm. Got technique some more. Now we know how to steal her car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So then we went to the Kai Fan store and ta pau-ed for the people who were staying back. May I remind you that ESTHER DROVE! Hahaha, we were going at 50 km/h, not any faster. Haha, and i had to help her put the car into reverse, cause she didnt know that she needed to press the bottun thingi down. The car is auto, you see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SfAfxTjAUXI/AAAAAAAABE8/fHAoms7QG_I/s320/DSCN3871.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 282px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327793291100442994" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;While waiting, camwhore pictures were taken several times, only a couple were nice. Get ready to be tagged on facebook, babes. After that, we managed to make it back to church ALIVE. Plus, we locked the car! Amazing ain't it? Hahaha. After talking, laughing, teasing, getting bored and being lame, Neil finally told us that it was time to go. Where to? You're about to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SfAgDfNMZ8I/AAAAAAAABFE/Nyv2VkirMdA/s320/DSCN3872.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327793603467831234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FRIDAY'S. Oh yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So Neil came up with this idea, to play 7-up. I'll teach you how to play it if you really want to know. So we played 7-up and he/she who loses has to say something nice bout Ying. And if he/she loses the 2nd time, he/she has to say something bad bout her. So, it was kinda controversial. Since I totally rocked in that game, I didn't lose. Heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SfAgDeuVUVI/AAAAAAAABFM/fG0pG7kaHvw/s320/DSCN3875.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 282px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327793603338391890" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The food finally came, started with an entree of Mac &amp;amp; Cheese balls which were finished within the first 10 minutes. 3 plates of 6 pieces each. But boy, were they good. It went out so fast, I couldn't even grab a picture. More so, I was eating, that's why. Oh, and the picture above is the boys' Jack Daniel's burger. Btw, 8 of us went, mainly, Neil, Ben, Dom, Jorleen, Ying, Sean M, Eu Wyn and myself. Esther and Jude couldn't make it cause they had a class going on. :( So anyway. This is what I ordered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SfAgDcSaPZI/AAAAAAAABFU/mwT-lruTH94/s320/DSCN3876.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 212px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327793602684403090" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SfAgDsfrDYI/AAAAAAAABFc/6tivvAIABXI/s320/DSCN3877.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 282px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327793607034998146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;First one was mine and the second one was Ying's. We really ate. And took a couple of pictures before eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SfAgPYUlJLI/AAAAAAAABFk/7oxKe76mB98/s320/DSCN3878.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327793807778194610" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So everyone knows that if its your birthday at TGIF, they'll sing for you [out of tune, of course] and give you a free cake. In return, you'll have to stand on the chair and sing a song. So she did. except the standing on the chair part, she took her skirt as an excuse. Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SfAgPrOyjEI/AAAAAAAABFs/6GHySt8Kxiw/s320/DSCN3879.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 282px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327793812854180930" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SfAgPsn4ZnI/AAAAAAAABF0/i1CS6gtigHQ/s320/DSCN3882.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 282px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327793813227857522" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ketchup bottle was her mic, and she sang.......... I FORGOT. Sorry. It was really short. But the crew sang a really long birthday song for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SfAgPtybgZI/AAAAAAAABF8/s9xbuihqKUI/s320/DSCN3884.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 282px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327793813540536722" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SfAgP-0762I/AAAAAAAABGE/MhfQGyMNgMY/s320/DSCN3885.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 282px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327793818114452322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And in the end, we got the indulge in her cake, cause she doens't eat sweets, remember? Including chocolates. Hahaha. I know right, who doens't? :P So then, we all said something nice about her and made it clear that only when she came back from the States, she was truly changed. However, the number of lives she has changed, is outnumbered. And I'm proud to say, I'm ONE of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 2* ,YING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* insert figure yourself, depending on how old you think she is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;p/s : Pictures will be featured on facebook, you could also check it out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Off for a jog now, until next time, this will be my longest update. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-6187897275313839504?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6187897275313839504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=6187897275313839504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6187897275313839504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6187897275313839504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-right.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SfAfp7pAgfI/AAAAAAAABEc/9dPrlizdwJI/s72-c/DSCN3863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-8009681531324409775</id><published>2009-04-12T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:56:56.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Hey you. I know you're reading this. Well, this post is dedicated to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Dear you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm sorry I pushed you away the other day, I mean, seriously sorry. The boys weren't making anything better, forever fooling around, not being serious most of the time. i got pushed to the limit and I couldn't take it anymore and there you were trying to say something. I knew that someone like you would forgive me or more so that you would forgive and forget, following your tagline. But still, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have done that, I know now. Too late isn't it? I hope that you'll forgive me cause I really didn't mean it. And since our play is gonna be a big flop anyway, take me back as your bff, will ya? Please? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;p/s : David's concert was awesome. Too bad you weren't there, or it would have been even more awesome. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-8009681531324409775?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8009681531324409775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=8009681531324409775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/8009681531324409775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/8009681531324409775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-you.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-7335555515111040693</id><published>2009-04-11T09:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T04:15:21.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div   style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 3px; width: auto; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left;font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hey guys. Sorry I've haven't been blogging lately, with the same lame excuse, I'm busy. Heh. Really sorry. But I do pop by once in a while to reply your cbox comments, good enough right? Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/Sd_yHgNRfWI/AAAAAAAABEU/6JQvWw7U9m8/s320/DSCN3850.JPG" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323239495293828450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've got tickets to catch Archie live in the Sunway Amphitheater later at 3oo. Don't be jealous people, cause the ticket does not ensure me a spot in the amphitheater. The number of people and the time they arrive does. If the place is too packed, then we've gotta get packing! Pfft, what a promo tour. But whatever, he's here. Hahaha. Though, it makes me wonder when would David Cook come. That will be to die for! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-7335555515111040693?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7335555515111040693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=7335555515111040693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/7335555515111040693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/7335555515111040693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/Sd_yHgNRfWI/AAAAAAAABEU/6JQvWw7U9m8/s72-c/DSCN3850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-444858656461813635</id><published>2009-03-29T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:13:30.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hey. I haven't had the time lately, sorray. So, nothing much has been going on, besides school, school, more school and even more school! Ya, I know. I'm pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, kach [sis; that what i call her now, cause' its so much cooler than calling CHE] started college already, obviously she took the March intake. Sunway College, btw. So she's taking 5 subjects; English as A Language and A Dialect,[ELD], Phycology, Applicable Math, Economics and something else I just forgot. She's been bragging about how psycology is sooooo fun even on the boring chapters, whatever. Seems like she's been enjoying college, while people like myself get stuck in highschool, waiting for the dreadful SPM exam which awaits us in 2010. Did I mention that we already know our SPM timetable? What an ENERY-BOOSTER. Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh, plus, there was some drama that happened back at church. They're giving it a facelift! The building only, of course. The office change tremendously, it looks so much office-ish now, with proper cubicles and stuff like that. The cafe has also been rearraged, the camwhore mirror removed. The library however, has been turned into the band's little office, with a couple of computers and laptops. The creche, has an extra door now. The only rooms that will not be remodeled are the Multi-purpose Hall, Youth Room and the Pantry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We had this week's service at the Hee Lai Ton Restaurant, which was quite cool, since I haven't been there. Everyone else went for the Healing Rally there, except me and kach cause' we were at ss2 and mommy had to go early. The hall is HUGE! Crazy! It was combined service today, but the sound system wasn't so good. Durh, Hee Lai Ton, what to expect right? Haha, well that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just a brief update ya. My camera's OOS, there's no batteries in them. So sorry for the pictureless posts, I promise I'll be back soon. How soon? Thats for me to know and you to find out. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-444858656461813635?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/444858656461813635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=444858656461813635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/444858656461813635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/444858656461813635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey_29.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-1143586763096834304</id><published>2009-03-17T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:18:46.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scouts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm back from camp, babes. It was awesome. Seriously. Who knew that watching the juniors suffer sleeping in ponchos would be so fun? Hahaha, I'm a freaking sadist. Plus, running under the rain, cheering on for the juniors to climb that wall gives me satisfaction like no other. :) Well, I met people, people that I haven't seen in a long long time, i.e Wan Kitt Lei. I finally saw her after 57924359621 years and lucky her, got to smell my 2 and a 1/2 days no shower body. What sweet sweer aroma.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh ya, besides that, I also met up with Ren Yi after 2517395860783618 years, even longer than the last time I saw Kitt. Hahaha, I'm sorry bout your nose, boy. Hahahaha. Right. You don't get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, 1st Sze and I did registration, it was okay until we noticed that she spelled some recruits name wrong, Mohamad to Mahamad. It was hilarious when you see a Malay guy's name turned into i-don't-know-what. Hahaha, plus since registration, I'm now known as JackManda. Thankyouverymuch. Plus, Sze and I skipped flag break, with RM1420 in our hands. How incredibly awesome, except when we had to hand it over to Miss Caroline, who totally ripped us off. Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So after that, we had some lecture which wasn't as boring cause' it wasn't Sir Tuck Loong who was doing the talking. When Sir Cheng Keat talks, its so fun. Cause' we get to talk along and insult his stupid drawings on the board which literally look like SHIT. Like seriously. Oh, and while we were having fun laughing in the classrooms, poor juniors were building their ponchos as fast as possible or they would not been able to sleep at night. Nyek nyek nyek. The geniousy of being a senior. Hahaha. And I don't know who came up with the egg-wrapping-you-must-protect-all-7-until-the-end-of-camp game. It was so dumb cause' 6 eggs wrapped with newpaper were dumped into my little Reebok backpack and I carried it everywhere for the next 2 and a 1/2 days. I'm so proud of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had an awesome night, talking alot. But I KO-ed first, since I didn't get a nap in the afternoon on the same day. Unlike Ching who slept like a pig and even expected me to wake her up. Kantoii sial. Slept at about 300am, woke up at 530am! Crazy people, made us do morning exercise, which IMO, does not make me more awake. Just makes me more tired and nauseous since we don't get to eat before morning exercise. Shooot. After that, we had code breaking, I think. Our group won, obviously. Haha, with Sheung Jien and Yew Leung, if you loose, your team's just pure retarded. Those 2 dude's are like so smart! After that, we had marching, and than BACKWOODSMAN. Oh, plus the Leo's were having orientation when we were marching, so the water and flour and eggs were kind of distracting. Really. Lunch was BACKWOODSMAN. Never do backwoods an especially when our retarded Food QM buys unguttered chicken! BOY, smells like crap! But all in all, our lunch tasted the best, cause' we finished the whole bottle of honey. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right. After, we something else and then it was cultural night. Ask someone else how it went, I'm like so bummed out even talking about it. Open talk after that, but Vincci and I were smart enough to go cook supper together and dumped the 2 huge pots of milo in the canteen. We went walking around the whole school, scared Kian Min in between then continued walking and talking and trying to target CheeKen to see if he was back from his party. Pfft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day, we woke up at 530am, 600am was supposed to be morning exercise. So we had 1/2 an hour to get ready. So we were all taking our time when suddenly we heard the whistle blow for us. And us being seniors went " Aiyah, that's the juniors whistle." Soon after, we found out that the whistle was meant for everyone. Note : I was in my extra large scouts shirt and a pair of shorts, with unbrushed teeth. Monkey. I was pissed, big time. Morning exercise was pushed forward?! Now which retard does that? I'll make sure you die before morning exercise even starts. But whatever, we still did it and suffered and thank God, our patrol was supposed to cook breakfast. So we skipped half of it and cooked french toast and hash browns. Sorry for your half cook toasts guys. We were rushing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we had flag break, cleaned up and packed, had knots and sketch time and we were cleaning again, getting ready to go home. So RenYi was supposed to send me, Shannen and her brother home. Unfortunately for her, she had to stay till everyone goes home. So RenYi and I took off first. We talked alot in the car, which now reminds me that the dude still owes me lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then before I knew it, I was home! I showered, TWICE and watched a little bit of tv while waiting for my hair to dry and slept right away. Conclusion, camp was good. I liked it. It was much ore relaxed this time. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-1143586763096834304?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1143586763096834304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=1143586763096834304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/1143586763096834304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/1143586763096834304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back-from-camp-babes.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-6460538847523135404</id><published>2009-03-13T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:55:01.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey. I'm home. Its a Friday today, just in case you don't know or you're in some other place [like the US] far far away from me. Okay. Quit the emo-ness. Right. I came home early today! I skipped CF! Tooooooooott. Its like the first Friday in the whole year which I did not stay back. And I skip badminton on Friday to go for CF. :) I know that God is proud of me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this week has been okay, I guess. I went for dance last Saturday, it was awesome! I met this new guy, what's his name. Oh right, Gordon. Haha. That dude's like super cool! Cause' he can't do the wave. You know, the thing where you've gotta make your body like jelly or Jell-O. Yes, that one. I still can't do it, btw. And its weird to be sandwiched in between 2 people and try to do the body wave. It looks wrong, and it doesn't feel all that right either. And did I mention that we danced from 1130am till 400pm? Bet I lost like 10 pounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, so. I have camp later! Thats why I'm home so early. I'm parasiting on my cousin's computer, just if you're wondering. And amazingly, I'm in the camp comittee, together with everyone else I know. Haha, not so much of a big deal, is it? :P Camp will be not so fun this time, I think. And name tagging would be weird. Cause' Sze and I found out this morning that only 28 recruits are going. We'll see later. I hope the number increases. Oh ya, and I'm MC-ing for cultural night, again. Heh. I'm like the only one who doesn't need a mic to talk into for everyone to hear. Paiseh. Well, its a gift from God, if you ask me. And mind you, I'm proud of it. Oh ya, and one day if Daey and Steven get married, they'll hire me to be their MC too, cause' then they wouldn't need to buy mics which would then save cost for them. And that's according to Steven. I don't wanna know what Daey would say. He'll prolly tell me to rent a tux instead of a dress. You know, the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, for the camp, I thought that I had strings at home to use for the name tags. Unfortunately, I tried finding it yesterday, and my dad was like " NO MORE!".  DUUSHHH! My world came crashing down. Not really actually, just trying to add in 'hiperbola's into my retarded blog. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and speaking about weight, I'm officially 41kgs! Measured at school today, the BMI thinga-ma-bob. My BMI last year was 15.8 which is like super underweight. Since going through a phase of eating and snacking in big portions non stop for 3/4 opf a year, my BMI now is 17.1. I'm still on the slim side, just so you know. But since watching The Biggest Loser everyday after I come back from school, the show kinda motivates me to exercise. So, who wants to go jogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : I'll be missing PC's wedding tomorrow. And dance of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS AH CHERRR AND RYNN, BTW!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-6460538847523135404?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6460538847523135404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=6460538847523135404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6460538847523135404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6460538847523135404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-5673228507833243770</id><published>2009-03-07T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:09:01.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hey, SHIVA. This post is like dedicated to you. What do I have to say about Shiva, Shiva Skanthan which nobody knows where the Skanthan comes from and how the V. got lost and created a huge havoc in 3C last year. Pn Liew totally wanted to kill you for making her reprint the name list. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Like couple of days ago, Shiva, Jon, Steven and SheungJien joined this kerjaya quiz thing that was held in the hall. And amazingly, they actually got into the finals! Though all of them were like wayy outta hope when they didn't annouce 4Br in the beginning. And eventually, they said "last but not least......" the boys were already walking out when they said " 4BR!". Total shocker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh, and Shiva and Steven both have the most canggih watches I have ever seen. Them and their fancy disco lights watch. Hahaha, when YewLeung taught them how to change the mode, they were like showing off the everyone, as if they won 4D or striked a lottery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Well, all in al, Shiva's totally one of my BFFs. He's someone I can count on, when everyone's busy fixing their eyes on you-know-who. Sometimes I'm like jealous, but then again, I've gotta humble myself and have Shiva to tell me that sometimes its not ALL about me. Other people gotta get their time in the limelight too, no? Hahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I LOVE SHIVAAA! He's THE BEST! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s : sorry got no pic of you and me bro. But we will get one, soon. PROMISE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-5673228507833243770?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5673228507833243770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=5673228507833243770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5673228507833243770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5673228507833243770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-shiva.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-5947263103707766405</id><published>2009-03-06T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:19:03.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;hello world. Like I said, I would be MIA-ing alot right? Well I have been, just so you know, incase you're not a frequent reader. :) Well, lots have been going on, especially in school. Techically, ONLY in school. Plus, the word ONLY totally reminds me of Pn.Ting, my modern math teacher. She's so cute I tell you, she's bout 2 inches shorter than me and always bounces up and down on her toes and points to the board everytime she wants our class to understand something. I know. Its weird. Okay. Chuup! I'm going back for danceee! I know i said that earlier, but I have not been going for dance since I joined. Actually I did, just once. Then I had activities for the rest of the saturdays, so I didn't go. Heh. Oh ya, and I so forgot the stuff I choreographed earlier this year for the cricket song. If you want to hear it, go to youtube, type Jay Chou and click on the song named something-paddy-something. Ya, there's something to do with paddy and crickets and its all in Chinese. And I DO NOT understand a word the dude's singing, like seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And before I forget, CANTEEN DAY'S comingggg! Hahaha. Its so awesome. But right, I don't exactly know why this year's takwim sekolah placed canteen day so early in the year, its like only March! So I stayed back at school today and helped count some cash, while Tuck Loong was in the den doing his I-don't-know-what-conference-online-cum-telephone thing. The worst part is, we all had to keep queit! Like HELLLOO?! ITS AMANDA PHUAH. I canNOT keep quiet. So Shannen and I ditched the den and left to the library where we then saw sze ting and janie counting money which so happened to not be the right amount and we suddenly put in accounting terms into the thing we wanted to explain to Janie which she DID NOT get in the end. So nevermind, forget the credit, debit and sistem catatan Bergu. Drop the issue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I got home pretty late, and thank God I'm not bummed out. I'm still alive now! And its already 11.12pm. I'm so proud of myself for not KO-ing so after I came back. I think I was too hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Plus, I quit Pn.Liew's tuition, to those who read Jan's blog. Ya, her timing is a bit out, and my uncle's already working so there's no one to get me to and fro from class. And I think its gonna be very awkward to go to YewLeung's house on Tuesdays and Kedric's on Thursdays. Especially not when Kedric's auntie Janice gave me the stare when I went up to the dude's room. Mehn, that was creepy. So, if you want to know, I'm back to GARY! And there's soooo many people I don't know there, except John. I saw Kyrina though, but she's going for Physics, not +math. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/s : I PASSED +math. Thank God. He helped me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p/p/s : I'n blogging using the MacBook, that's why my lettering's so weird. Sorray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-5947263103707766405?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5947263103707766405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=5947263103707766405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5947263103707766405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5947263103707766405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-7315784591722886785</id><published>2009-02-26T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:38:26.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello, world. Today was a pretty stressful day for 4Br students. Yea. We had 3 monthly tests in a row, including a quiz which ate 6 periods in a row, 35 mins x 6. Now you do the math. Totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did we have, you ask? Okay. Let me just show you our timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Chem Chem Modmath Modmath break Physics Physics AddmathAddmath History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make a guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. Let me just tell you. We had ModernMath, Physics, [some weird physics quiz in between] and addmath. It was so draining, I think my brain kinda burnt. And every test we took today had some kinda form of math in it. Physics was okay, but i totally screwed modernmath and admath up. ARGH! Didn't read question properly also can! And stupid Xing came into my class saying " I took the same modmath test as you all! And i got 92%!". And I got angry and I felt really really dumb. And I went to recess, crying like a pig. Paiseh. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONCLUSION : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SaaZ8ViCsYI/AAAAAAAABEM/JHXDVrFEWpA/s1600-h/i_hate_math_tshirt-p235582649234730771tr96_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SaaZ8ViCsYI/AAAAAAAABEM/JHXDVrFEWpA/s320/i_hate_math_tshirt-p235582649234730771tr96_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307098472753836418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-7315784591722886785?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7315784591722886785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=7315784591722886785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/7315784591722886785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/7315784591722886785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SaaZ8ViCsYI/AAAAAAAABEM/JHXDVrFEWpA/s72-c/i_hate_math_tshirt-p235582649234730771tr96_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-5672599481311678913</id><published>2009-02-25T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:52:04.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;1) The person who tagged you is:&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Destinee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your relationship with him/her is:&lt;br /&gt;lame partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Your first impression of him/her is:&lt;br /&gt;OMGosh, what a retard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The most memorable moments with him:&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING, SHOPPING and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORE &lt;/span&gt;SHOPPING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The most memorable thing he/she has said to you is:&lt;br /&gt;so funny right? right? I told you lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If he/she becomes yr lover, you will:&lt;br /&gt;dump her ASAP before I get ultra super duper lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) If he/she became yr lover, what should he/she improve at:&lt;br /&gt;BEING LAMER. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) If he/she becomes yr enemy, what would you do:&lt;br /&gt;BEAT THE LAME OUTTA HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) If he/she becomes yr enemy, the reason will be:&lt;br /&gt;SHE's TOO LAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is:&lt;br /&gt;Get her present from someone. Which i actually ordered, DESTINEE KOH. I got heart wan okay. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Your overall impression on him/her:&lt;br /&gt;LAME SIALLLL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) The characteristic you love most about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;LOUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) The characteristic you hate most about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;my LOUDness. People don't seem to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) The most ideal person you want too be is:&lt;br /&gt;What God wants me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) For people that care and like you, say something to them:&lt;br /&gt;Don't be like Destinee. Having one Destinee is enough to drive me nuts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Pass this quiz to 10 ppl who you want to know how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CorynnChan [optional ]&lt;br /&gt;2. RachaelChan [optional ]&lt;br /&gt;3. JeynaLim&lt;br /&gt;4. KahHoo&lt;br /&gt;5. KittLei&lt;br /&gt;6. SayWei&lt;br /&gt;7. Caely&lt;br /&gt;8. WilliamTang&lt;br /&gt;9. YiJean&lt;br /&gt;10. EddieCourtney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Who is 6 having a relationship with: (SayWei)&lt;br /&gt;I've heard some rumours, but I don't exactly know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Is 9 a male or female: (YiJean)&lt;br /&gt;MALE! oops, I mean FEMALE. what a retarded question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) What is 2 studying at the moment: (JanYi)&lt;br /&gt;um. Lotsa stuff in the States which I don't even know. e.g. Geometry, gym....... etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) When was the last time you had a chat with 3: (Jeyna)&lt;br /&gt;Couple of weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) What kind of music does 8 like: (William)&lt;br /&gt;Emo chiang hwa yee music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Does 1 have any siblings: (CorynnChan)&lt;br /&gt;like yea. Ah Cher and Winnie the Sai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Will you woo 3: (Jeyna)&lt;br /&gt;well, since she looks like Jude, NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) How about 7: (Caely)&lt;br /&gt;Like no. She's too gay! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Is 4 single: (KahHoo)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Guess so. Unless he didn't tell me! OO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What's the surname of 5: (KittLei)&lt;br /&gt;Wan! like wantan!&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) What's the hobby of 5: (KittLei)&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with her honey and not me. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Do 5 and 9 get along well: (KittLei &amp;amp; YiJean)&lt;br /&gt;The world isn't that small. She obviously doens't know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Where is 2 studying at: (RachaelChan)&lt;br /&gt;MVHS! Minessota varsity high school, US, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Say something casual about your eyes:&lt;br /&gt;WOW! 2 colours! Black and white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Have you tried developing feelings for 5: (KittLei)&lt;br /&gt;We already did. Until she dumped me for someone else. Then I became emo. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Where does 9 live?: (YiJean)&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in Section 17 I think. Unless she's moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) What colours does 4 like: (KahHoo)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Blue? Some guy colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Are 5 and 1 good friends: (KittLei &amp;amp; CorynnChan)&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, the world isn't that small. Either doesn't know either exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Does 7 like 2: (Caely &amp;amp; RachaelChan)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. If they met, maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) How did u get to know 2: (RachaelChan)&lt;br /&gt;Childhood BFFs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Does 1 have any pets: (CorynnChan)&lt;br /&gt;Nope! Unless her melted snowman is counted. Pfft. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Is 7 the sexiest person in the world: (Caely)&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaa, LOL. What a retarded question. I ain't gonna say. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-5672599481311678913?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5672599481311678913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=5672599481311678913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5672599481311678913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5672599481311678913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-person-who-tagged-you-is-destinee.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-543531031792346980</id><published>2009-02-22T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:56:20.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It never crossed my mind at all,&lt;br /&gt;That's what I tell myself,&lt;br /&gt;What we had has come and gone,&lt;br /&gt;You're better off with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its for the best I know it is but I see you,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I try to hide what I feel inside,&lt;br /&gt;And I turn around and you're with him now,&lt;br /&gt;I just can't figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell my why, you're so hard to forget,&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me, I'm not over it,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, I can't seem to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you, not over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't memories supposed to fade?&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Shake it off, let it go,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think it'd be this hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be strong, movin' on but I see you,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I try to hide what I feel inside,&lt;br /&gt;And I turn around and you're with him now,&lt;br /&gt;I just can't figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, you're so hard to forget,&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me, I'm not over it,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, I can't seem to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I regret everything I said,&lt;br /&gt;No way I'd take it all back, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm on my own, how I let you go,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, you're so hard to forget,&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me, I not over it,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, I can't seem to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, you're so hard to forget,&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me, I'm not over it,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why, I can't seem to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you, not over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-543531031792346980?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/543531031792346980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=543531031792346980' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/543531031792346980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/543531031792346980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-never-crossed-my-mind-at-all-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-5698176738944857669</id><published>2009-02-21T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:20:04.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well. I'm back. Yes. BACK. From what?! Just now, we, as in my fmaily, my couz's family and my khaima's family went for a very close friend's son's wedding dinner. Yea, so complicated. But whatever, the whole point is to go in, snap photos, eat and get out! Hahaha, so bad. Oh ya. I went out of Friday with ah hoo, after a very very long time, cause the dude's always stuck in Putrajaya, like really far from where SS2 is. But dude finished his finals! So he'll be in ss2 for the next couple of weeks, till his next semester starts. So after berbonding with my so-called hao peng you, I went back and KO-ed from 5pm till 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and amazingly, I went for scouts the next morning. God's so AWESOME, He woke me up in time. :) So. made it for scouts, forgot to sew my own badge and got a extra super duper lam pek pek badge from kahhoo. Then we went for lunch and I went back and KO-ed! Till like 430pm, my dad came to pick me up from ss2 and we went back. And as usual, continued to KO till 630pm and my mom came back and charsiewed me. She was like " faster lahh! Don't wanna go for the wedding dinner ah?!" So yea. Got dressed, slapped on my heels and off we went to the wedding. And LIMKINMENG did not bring his fancy camera! But cc maykin brought her canon ixus, which was better than nothing, but i still look black + fat in the photo my sis took. Clever her, she minused the flash. I think that the pictures will be up on facebook, so lucky you if you've got my facebook account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : I FEEL LIKE KILLING SOMEONE. GOD HELP ME. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-5698176738944857669?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5698176738944857669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=5698176738944857669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5698176738944857669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5698176738944857669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/well.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-8191591986871461915</id><published>2009-02-13T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:57:32.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and I forgot, JASON MRAZ's coming to KL! Um, I was wondering if anyone could get me tickets to his concert, so if you can, or you're planning to go and buy, please leave something in my cbox so I can contact you0r something. I really really wanna go. I missed SWITCHFOOT already. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SZRS2Sr_x6I/AAAAAAAABEE/zE1HrtnauCg/s1600-h/jason_mraz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SZRS2Sr_x6I/AAAAAAAABEE/zE1HrtnauCg/s320/jason_mraz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301953754004703138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, who's going? It'll be good if I could get the cheapest, like the RM88 one. I just wanna go to listen right? And snag an autograph if i could. :).. And then again, I don't exactly want to be a typical Malaysian. ==. So check out&lt;a href="www.jasonmraz.com"&gt; jasonmraz.com&lt;/a&gt; and snag me a ticket at your nearest outlet. Ou's the best, for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and check out these videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LPuLNenG8Pk"&gt;Josiah Talking.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4phHRfBEACA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Josiah Walking.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-8191591986871461915?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8191591986871461915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=8191591986871461915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/8191591986871461915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/8191591986871461915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-and-i-forgot-jason-mrazs-coming-to.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SZRS2Sr_x6I/AAAAAAAABEE/zE1HrtnauCg/s72-c/jason_mraz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-7492243992961472719</id><published>2009-02-13T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:20:43.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey. I watched AI today, and I just realised that this season of AI has more more more more, ALOT more better looking guys. Besides the last season, it was only people like Cook and this other guy that looks a bit like Orlando. Slipped my mind, whatever. So there's this new kid in AI, he's so HOT. He looks like a girl, to be honest. But I don't care, cause I only love his HAIR! Hahahhaa, I know what you're thinking, you must think I'm retarded to like a guy just because of his hair. But truth is, he obviously looks better like that than bald right? Hahaha, like Jeevan. LOL. Well, he's non-other than.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SZRLLtBsj2I/AAAAAAAABD8/xXYkoqM01DU/s1600-h/Cody+NY+2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SZRLLtBsj2I/AAAAAAAABD8/xXYkoqM01DU/s320/Cody+NY+2007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301945325759270754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CODY SHELDON,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-dude's kinda weird in my opinion, but nontheless, BEAUtiful hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SZRLGJXlCLI/AAAAAAAABD0/O7sHiRtdplU/s1600-h/1_256990406l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SZRLGJXlCLI/AAAAAAAABD0/O7sHiRtdplU/s320/1_256990406l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301945230288029874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And dude reminds me of former AI contestant,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DANNY NORIEGA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which I also liked him because of his hair. I did cut it that style, and I will be cutting it again in Cody's style in a month. You just wait and see. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-7492243992961472719?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7492243992961472719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=7492243992961472719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/7492243992961472719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/7492243992961472719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SZRLLtBsj2I/AAAAAAAABD8/xXYkoqM01DU/s72-c/Cody+NY+2007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-6607484111908450299</id><published>2009-02-08T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:27:04.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I talked to Jan yesterday, for a very long time after not talking to her in a very long time. I mean we talk but not talk talk. Get? Nevermind. So I talked to her on MSN, and I started to draw this clock, cause Jan was taking way too much time to send me a photo. Then we started talking in writing. As in real writing. It was SOOOO LAME, but fun at the same time. I'm sorry but I can't actually post anything that we wrote here on my blog, cause I'm too noob to do that. Well, you could check out Jan's blog though. Just &lt;a href="http://ragingbullontherun.blogspot.com"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and btw, the David Cook album my couz got me from Phuket, is totally screwed up. So, who wants to get me a new one? I would love an ORIGINAL this time. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended songs - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=es84uVJ5OCI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Mr. Sensitive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             -&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7EMM6EgyCnw"&gt; Declaration  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tVRBm4h0Unw"&gt;Lie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be blogging soon. Till then, gotta catch up on add math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f(x) = y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I know something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-6607484111908450299?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6607484111908450299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=6607484111908450299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6607484111908450299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6607484111908450299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-i-talked-to-jan-yesterday-for-very.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-2818216555493831327</id><published>2009-01-29T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:01:48.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, see. Told you I'd be blogging more. Just a glimpse of what ya'll missed. Guess which retard came back beginning of this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SYHSXYahZfI/AAAAAAAABDs/bXwXc_56LoY/s1600-h/manz+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SYHSXYahZfI/AAAAAAAABDs/bXwXc_56LoY/s320/manz+044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296745935896929778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;TJ TAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SYHSE8AcxdI/AAAAAAAABDc/sl8778ZUn1w/s1600-h/manz+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SYHSE8AcxdI/AAAAAAAABDc/sl8778ZUn1w/s320/manz+045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296745619033736658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we went to McD and talked and talked and talked alot! And we went out couple of weeks before that to Pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SYHR9cmVelI/AAAAAAAABDU/_ZJxuMVE0gI/s1600-h/manz+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SYHR9cmVelI/AAAAAAAABDU/_ZJxuMVE0gI/s320/manz+046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296745490343623250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And look what he got me! Hahaha, sorry i didn't get anything for you at Thailand, dude. My bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-2818216555493831327?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2818216555493831327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=2818216555493831327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2818216555493831327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2818216555493831327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-see.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SYHSXYahZfI/AAAAAAAABDs/bXwXc_56LoY/s72-c/manz+044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-66865215813695266</id><published>2009-01-28T14:12:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:03:07.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 4, in the Land of Thai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_43YbABOI/AAAAAAAABC0/g641yc0DFqg/s1600-h/manz+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_43YbABOI/AAAAAAAABC0/g641yc0DFqg/s320/manz+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296225317143184610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_4_AfyxrI/AAAAAAAABDE/GUrCNttRWO4/s1600-h/manz+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_4_AfyxrI/AAAAAAAABDE/GUrCNttRWO4/s320/manz+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296225448159790770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_47cPVocI/AAAAAAAABC8/zQh_94CmM7g/s1600-h/manz+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_47cPVocI/AAAAAAAABC8/zQh_94CmM7g/s320/manz+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296225386887487938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So again, we woke up real early and headed off to the floating market in Thailand. Which is really far from where we were at, like a 45 minute drive. Its like from here to.... Seremban? So we were at the floating market! A must place for everyone to go if you ever go to Thailand! Oh ya, and that's our tour guide, Mr. Jhun. Dude's totally awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_4zH_NHoI/AAAAAAAABCs/dj7Q1IaETWg/s1600-h/manz+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_4zH_NHoI/AAAAAAAABCs/dj7Q1IaETWg/s320/manz+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296225244012158594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_4t4iBs3I/AAAAAAAABCk/cG1qvm4PQ4E/s1600-h/manz+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_4t4iBs3I/AAAAAAAABCk/cG1qvm4PQ4E/s320/manz+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296225153963897714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And after a few attempts of failed facebook profile pictures..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_4mH53dpI/AAAAAAAABCc/VFDRE7AM5Eo/s1600-h/manz+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_4mH53dpI/AAAAAAAABCc/VFDRE7AM5Eo/s320/manz+034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296225020651468434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We got thirsty and decided to go for some coconuts! But it was so wasted, we couldn't eat the flesh. They didn't give us a SPOON! What retards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_4gyu_fLI/AAAAAAAABCU/UvWuntudTEg/s1600-h/manz+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_4gyu_fLI/AAAAAAAABCU/UvWuntudTEg/s320/manz+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296224929069366450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_4WrDsRKI/AAAAAAAABCM/Mhwh4OpNxq0/s1600-h/manz+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_4WrDsRKI/AAAAAAAABCM/Mhwh4OpNxq0/s320/manz+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296224755210011810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_4Rd6WgAI/AAAAAAAABCE/uZxt0AkePLo/s1600-h/manz+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_4Rd6WgAI/AAAAAAAABCE/uZxt0AkePLo/s320/manz+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296224665781829634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And not long after, we were at another part of the floating market! It was so awesome, there were sooo many people. Foreigners to be exact. Like everyone was taking pictures of everyone, and all the boats were colliding each other! It kinda reminded me of bumper cars, only on water and we had no seatbelts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_4L9iq2XI/AAAAAAAABB8/725cVmOgcfw/s1600-h/manz+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_4L9iq2XI/AAAAAAAABB8/725cVmOgcfw/s320/manz+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296224571193219442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_4GmAgeuI/AAAAAAAABB0/9Osl6Rnwy7s/s1600-h/manz+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_4GmAgeuI/AAAAAAAABB0/9Osl6Rnwy7s/s320/manz+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296224478976572130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we got off at this place, also part of the floating market, a place where almost everything's made outta coconut. And the coconut sugar tasted weird, its like drinking diluted sugar solution. However, the candy we bought were fantastic! SO GOOOD! Coconut Candy. Sounds catchy, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_4CbUf7PI/AAAAAAAABBs/Q1Kl0WNapks/s1600-h/manz+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_4CbUf7PI/AAAAAAAABBs/Q1Kl0WNapks/s320/manz+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296224407388155122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And after we finished our little tour at the floating market, we took pictures at the jetty and tried to bargain for stuff at the jetty. We found out then that those people totally think we're retards and charges us like twice the price the people at the market near our hotel charges. What total retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_3922NOQI/AAAAAAAABBk/C8hbA7ZSIyU/s1600-h/manz+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_3922NOQI/AAAAAAAABBk/C8hbA7ZSIyU/s320/manz+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296224328877947138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_35q_KlGI/AAAAAAAABBc/H06BlQErN7E/s1600-h/manz+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_35q_KlGI/AAAAAAAABBc/H06BlQErN7E/s320/manz+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296224256974820450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we went to a teak wood/handicraft factory. And mehn do Thai people have skills. Those things are like super intricate and the dude can make one freaking elephant in 2 days! What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_318Z-znI/AAAAAAAABBU/xtx3ELNjF1Q/s1600-h/manz+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_318Z-znI/AAAAAAAABBU/xtx3ELNjF1Q/s320/manz+041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296224192931221106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_3xLD5dnI/AAAAAAAABBM/IIltG_f3oFo/s1600-h/manz+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_3xLD5dnI/AAAAAAAABBM/IIltG_f3oFo/s320/manz+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296224110965782130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After that, we went to watch an elephant show! Hahaha, those elephants are super smart! Smarter than my dog, I think. They can even play football and sit leg-crossed. They're awesome. Now who says elephants are stupid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_3q6bWKcI/AAAAAAAABBE/pS5aAgAcMDg/s1600-h/manz+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_3q6bWKcI/AAAAAAAABBE/pS5aAgAcMDg/s320/manz+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296224003421514178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we were leaving on the next day, like in the morning. And my kiam siap aunties wouldn't pay for a room, since we were gonna sleep for like a short while only, we had to get to the airport by 4am. They even suggested that we overnighted at the airport. And I was like " Geez, I'd rather pay than to sleep at some airport like a homeless person. Puh-lease, where's your freaking self-esteem?!" And ya, I was pissed. So in the end all 6 of us bunked into 1 freaking room. Still pissed, btw. But then we got to the airport on time and everything was good. Thank God. Like seriously. If it wasn't for God, I think i would have died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, THANK YOU, GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-66865215813695266?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/66865215813695266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=66865215813695266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/66865215813695266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/66865215813695266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-3-in-land-of-thai_28.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX_43YbABOI/AAAAAAAABC0/g641yc0DFqg/s72-c/manz+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-5722296588149204989</id><published>2009-01-27T10:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:50:00.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 3, in the Land of Thai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, third day, we were going shopping! Our whole objective of the trip, actually. So at bout 7am, we woke up, had breakfast and off we went to the Chatuchak market! Its like a huge morning market, except that it lasts till late and its HUGE! And if you shop there till noon, you'd die cause its soooo HOT! Plus, those people tendering thier shops told us to watch our bags properly, BEWARE OF PICKPOCKETS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX5ymHaEGQI/AAAAAAAABAk/2-BIXFUoTFo/s1600-h/manz+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX5ymHaEGQI/AAAAAAAABAk/2-BIXFUoTFo/s320/manz+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295796210983246082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, we were shopipng, shopping shopping, then the typical aunties stumbled upon a shop which sold cushions, cushion covers, pillow cases and such. And of course, my sis and i were bored to death, those aunties take forever to choose the colour of the pillow cases they were about to buy. And what did we stumble across? Some super duper extra cute girl who has super duper huge eyes and can speak Thai! Apparently, they were shopping for retarded pillow cases too! She somehow reminds me of a cross between Charan and Harpreet. WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX5zjGiLDeI/AAAAAAAABA8/Rv1p1JfM098/s1600-h/manz+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX5zjGiLDeI/AAAAAAAABA8/Rv1p1JfM098/s320/manz+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295797258720841186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX5yr0qWOLI/AAAAAAAABAs/M2XiWbYfOes/s1600-h/manz+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX5yr0qWOLI/AAAAAAAABAs/M2XiWbYfOes/s320/manz+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295796309030484146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And in the market, we walked walked walked, stopping quite a bit to look at fancy stuff or just rest. We had lunch there, and some weird girl served us. Oh ya, and we saw this doggie pen place, which sold all doggie stuff. So we bought some bones and 3 pakects of treats for fritz. Its like so cheap there, JerHighs are sold 3 for RM10. Here, its like RM7 a pack. And the doggies they sell there are sooo CUTE! And cheap, mind you. The husky on top is like RM220 only! But they operated their ears, so they'd point up. Which I thought is so EVIL. Oh, and something happened with the second dog. A conversation actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thesaleslady&lt;/span&gt; my sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, this one how much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh, 1300 Baht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap, is it pure breed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, mother father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OHHHHHH! [pick up another dog of the same kind and knocks them together] This 2, SISTER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOSH! It was sooo funny I could have rolled over and died there! What a retard! But anyway, so we ended our little shopiing spree at 4pm, bought a whole load of things and our back were aching. We arrived at the market at 8am and left at 4pm. You do the math. Plus, we didnt even finish looking at everything, that's how big the freaking market is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-5722296588149204989?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5722296588149204989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=5722296588149204989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5722296588149204989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5722296588149204989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-3-in-land-of-thai.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SX5ymHaEGQI/AAAAAAAABAk/2-BIXFUoTFo/s72-c/manz+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-2551599807532548353</id><published>2009-01-25T10:14:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:23:40.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 2, in the Land of Thai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very very delayed post, like I said, I've never found the time to blog. So, I'm gonna blog a whole lot today, so bear with me. Note : Captions and little stories would be featured under the photos. Except the next paragraph, its just the introduction. How very English-essay like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the 2nd day. What did we do during the second day? Oh right, now i remember. So, we kind of booked this canal tour thing in the airport after we arrived. Like after you arrive at the airport, there's this little booth, where they recommend tours for you, whether its to see the place, or to just SHOP all day long. Well, 2nd day, it was a Friday. So, we went on the canal tour, with our tour guide. It wasn't a full day tour, but good enough. Plus, my Godmtoher even bargained at the counter for our tour. Btw, Baht [thai money] is 10% of ours. Agak-agak. So, there were 6 of us, like i told you. So it was supposed to be 1200 Baht for all 6 of us, and somehow, she bargained till it was only 500 Baht for all of us. Malaysian money wise, from RM20 a person, to less than Rm10 each. Amazing how these people would do anything to get a sale going on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvOKNmDOyI/AAAAAAAABAc/fJydIpYiBUo/s1600-h/manz+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvOKNmDOyI/AAAAAAAABAc/fJydIpYiBUo/s320/manz+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295052461747419938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, the lady there told us that there was going to be another tour guide, picking us up from our hotel, at 630am. Oh, mind you, Thai time is an hour ahead of us. So if its 10am here, its 11am there. Get? So, now we talk in Thai time. We were told that our tour guide would come get us at 630am. So at 6am, we were all ready, hungry for breakfast. The 6 of us walked downstairs to see if there were anything to eat by the road, like how they sell asam laksa in the pasar malams of ss2. And to our surprise, they were seeling porridge! And mehn, was it GOOOOD! And pretty cheap too, 30 Baht per bowl, with egg! I mean, of course you could choose what kind of porridge you want, they have like CHEE CHAP [ everything in a pig i.e intestines, liver, etc.], PEI TAN [century egg], HAM TAN [salted egg] and such. So we ate and we went back to the hotel. The tour guide came, and we were on our way to our super chunted canal tour on our private van! Something like that. We arrived at the canal/river place thing, and we had to wait for our boat. Not a private boat, just some boat. And they just have dogs lying around everywhere, and this particualr fellar was soo cute. Though he looked seemingly dirty and urgh. But nontheless, cute. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvOF1w_0_I/AAAAAAAABAU/hk8wX1mYbAA/s1600-h/manz+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvOF1w_0_I/AAAAAAAABAU/hk8wX1mYbAA/s320/manz+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295052386631406578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvOCfa1r6I/AAAAAAAABAM/lFcoBAfIxaQ/s1600-h/manz+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvOCfa1r6I/AAAAAAAABAM/lFcoBAfIxaQ/s320/manz+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295052329093279650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yay, our boat arrived. There were like easily 20 people on our boat, but we were all just minding our own business. Thank God the tour guide on the boat spoke English. Broken, but still English. And the driver was going sooooo fast! See, the water's like DUSHH, DUUSSSHH, DUUSSHHH! And it was so cold, all of us we re so dumb to not bring a sweater except Genevieve, cause she's lacking body fat, or something like that. So, the canal was pretty long, we saw alot of "historical places", and it was dead cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvN-g0Z1SI/AAAAAAAABAE/DRGMq3i1izE/s1600-h/manz+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvN-g0Z1SI/AAAAAAAABAE/DRGMq3i1izE/s320/manz+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295052260749464866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and people there are crazy about temples. They have like a million already, and they still build more! I don't get it, to be honest. Whatever. And not to say that building one temple is like RM1, its like thousands! Crazzzzyyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvN6dv4zlI/AAAAAAAAA_8/k8d97VbQbrQ/s1600-h/manz+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvN6dv4zlI/AAAAAAAAA_8/k8d97VbQbrQ/s320/manz+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295052191205740114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, we were continuing our little canal tour, until the boat stopped at some snake house. Not a snake house, a snake farm. And if you know me, I HATE SNAKES! Amanda and snakes, just don't click! You know what I mean? Hahaha, so we just waited outside the farm and snapped lots of photos. Plus, we met this pair of Malay couple, and mehn were they pure RETARDS. If you must know, ask me personally. They're so DUMB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvN1lZ2wgI/AAAAAAAAA_0/AJK2rt9Lne0/s1600-h/manz+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvN1lZ2wgI/AAAAAAAAA_0/AJK2rt9Lne0/s320/manz+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295052107361468930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvNwU6rbAI/AAAAAAAAA_s/xsPtRmz0mzk/s1600-h/manz+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvNwU6rbAI/AAAAAAAAA_s/xsPtRmz0mzk/s320/manz+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295052017036389378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, it was boiling hot, skin scorching under the super HOT sun, when suddenly... A paddler passed by our boat. Everyone else came out from the snake farm already, btw. The paddler uncle was so cute, he's like old and had an umbrella! Like you would never see something like that here in M'sia. Neither would you see it in the States, rynn. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvNrgMMMnI/AAAAAAAAA_k/TKwNOy5HoZE/s1600-h/manz+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvNrgMMMnI/AAAAAAAAA_k/TKwNOy5HoZE/s320/manz+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295051934163284594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then we went to see some other historical place, and took more pictures too! And mind you, people actually pray to the statue guy. He's some fella who saved Thailand or something like that, so people put jossticks at his "feet". Weird, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvNnJadJqI/AAAAAAAAA_c/pq2QSTYjauE/s1600-h/manz+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvNnJadJqI/AAAAAAAAA_c/pq2QSTYjauE/s320/manz+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295051859329623714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So then, we visited a gem factory. Amazingly, we bought something. We bought a silver chain, pure silver. And my mom's friends bought like rings and stuff like that. How very expensive. You don't need to know how much, I can't even remember. And the piggies outside the gem shop were so cute, everyone was like stopping to have a closer look either to see if they were real gold or to snap a photo. In our case, we snapped a photo. Kudos, to us. Which idiot would put a pig made outta real gold on the floor outside a gem shop?! So after our gem shop tour, we went to BOBAE. Its like petaling street, only in Thailand. No pictures were taken there, we were all too busy shopping. Seriously. And the ironic thing is, BOBAE in Hokkien means don't buy. But while we were there we just BAE, BAE, BAE [buy, buy, buy].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvNiX2A8bI/AAAAAAAAA_U/ruFxAjEwNfY/s1600-h/manz+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvNiX2A8bI/AAAAAAAAA_U/ruFxAjEwNfY/s320/manz+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295051777303966130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After that, we wanted to walk to ChinaTown, which was pretty near the Bobae market, according to our tour guide. He was WRONG! We walked for like 45 minutes and we were no where near ChinaTown. So, we took a tuktuk instead. You know, those half motor half bicycle kind of thing. And just so you know, DO NOT EVER RIDE ON A FREAKING TUK TUK! Its so stupid and expensive. Save the money and ride a cab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after ChinaTown which totally triggered off my sensitive nose, we went back to the hotel to shower and freshen up. After that, we went to the Pratunam market downstairs for some food and off we went to SiamParagon. Its like Pavilion, only in Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvNbmX44uI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Xe3OLSF7YH4/s1600-h/manz+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvNbmX44uI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Xe3OLSF7YH4/s320/manz+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295051660945056482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvNW-NcqCI/AAAAAAAAA_E/dEWFaSztMqQ/s1600-h/manz+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvNW-NcqCI/AAAAAAAAA_E/dEWFaSztMqQ/s320/manz+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295051581444368418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And boy, the toilets are awesome! Not only clean, but super high-tech! The tube thingis are the pipe and the sensor is on the top. Ahh, go there and you'll find out. But i LOVEEE THE TOILETS! After our toilet break, we kinda accidentally split up. But we already said that if we ever split up, we would meet back at the same place where we came in at 930pm. So, the three of us carried on being jakoon and trying on the fancy shoes there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvNRxmFH2I/AAAAAAAAA-8/Yz5z3uvQmmo/s1600-h/manz+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvNRxmFH2I/AAAAAAAAA-8/Yz5z3uvQmmo/s320/manz+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295051492158676834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvNLl7YY3I/AAAAAAAAA-0/snjuyHhugxc/s1600-h/manz+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvNLl7YY3I/AAAAAAAAA-0/snjuyHhugxc/s320/manz+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295051385947579250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SiamParagon was already in a very festive mood, Christmas decorations were super KUA CHEONG-ed. There were sooo many people everywhere taking pictures, it was crazy! So we joined in the craziness and snapped photos too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvNGVwJm3I/AAAAAAAAA-s/m76gFLEXkvc/s1600-h/manz+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvNGVwJm3I/AAAAAAAAA-s/m76gFLEXkvc/s320/manz+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295051295706159986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvNBRAM2rI/AAAAAAAAA-k/YW-i-GToSOo/s1600-h/manz+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvNBRAM2rI/AAAAAAAAA-k/YW-i-GToSOo/s320/manz+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295051208531958450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvM7-IwsxI/AAAAAAAAA-c/6eZF--06vp0/s1600-h/manz+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvM7-IwsxI/AAAAAAAAA-c/6eZF--06vp0/s320/manz+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295051117568242450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, it was already 930pm and we went back to the place where we first came in. The other 3 aunties on the other hand, were not there. So we thought maybe there were too busy looking at things, they forgot the time. So we patiently waited, and I got hungry. I'm always hungry. So we went back into the mall and snagged a PORK BURGER from McDonalds. Something you will never ever get in M'sia. Everything here's restricted by HALAL. The burger was to die for! But after like 15 minutes, they still had not arrived. So, we decided to go in and look for them. And it was then, an unforseen incident happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the place there was like filled with water features that are as low as the ground. And we were walking really really far, and we still couldn't find them. We saw couple of people wearing the same coloured clothes, but non of them was my Godmother. So we comtinued searching when suddenly, I SAW HERE! I was sooo afraid that we would lose them again, that I just sprang! I ran super fast, my eyes were only fastened at them and not to anything else. And then, DDDUUUUSSSHHH! I ran into a pool of water. And literally, I was running in it! And by the grace of God, my little demo caught the attention of a couple of people and the 3 aunties were one of them. So technically, we found them! And btw, there was a guard guarding the pool thing, and he didn't even say anything to stop me from running right into it. What a retard, such slow reflexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvM1LgMlxI/AAAAAAAAA-U/YRkbVJjWjlc/s1600-h/manz+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvM1LgMlxI/AAAAAAAAA-U/YRkbVJjWjlc/s320/manz+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295051000897115922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So half of me was soaking wet and I was carrying my backpack. Thank God that I was running in the water, so my backpack was unharmed. Note : Everything was in my backpack i.e camera, phone, batteries etc. I mean seriously, God is soo good! Not only did nothing in my backpack get wet, we found the 3 aunties. And according to them, they got lost. Pffft, those aunties have ZERO sense of direction. And who says I have a bad sense of direction? So we went back to the hotel via cab, and the stupid cab had this NO FARTING sign! Like how could someone control their fart?! Hahahaha, it was sooo funny, the cab driver prolly thought we were retarded. Got back to the hotel, showered with the super hot water and KOed straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-2551599807532548353?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2551599807532548353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=2551599807532548353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2551599807532548353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2551599807532548353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-2-in-land-of-thai.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SXvOKNmDOyI/AAAAAAAABAc/fJydIpYiBUo/s72-c/manz+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-620770863331591607</id><published>2009-01-24T03:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:19:43.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, sorry that I've been MIA-ing alot lately. I just don't seem to find the time to blog. However, there are loads i would love to blab about. I could evne go all night long. Well, lets begin. Chinese New Year's just around the corner, i could hardly wait. Its the time of year where we gather as a super big gigantic family and have a huge overrated dinner and then laugh, play cards and watch the dumb CNY songs + dance thing on TV. Hahahhaa, boy I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I haven't been too well this week and last. I came down with a fever last week and and horrible sore throat which lasts till now. So long! But by the grace of God, I'm much better now, thankyouverymuch. Stil a little bit phlegmish and coughish, but much much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped dinner today, and I'm super hungry now. Just to show you a little bit, lemme describe how I'm currently blogging. I'm in my Hollister shirt and some beach shorts, with the study room's fan to number 2. With a cup of instant noodles on my left and the mouse on my right. Yea, just imagine it. A cup of instant noodles for dinner at 318am. Off to it now, I'll be blogging tomorrow. Well, later if you count the morning part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be MIA so often now, btw. Its the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-620770863331591607?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/620770863331591607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=620770863331591607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/620770863331591607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/620770863331591607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-sorry-that-ive-been-mia-ing-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-8482266089714310617</id><published>2009-01-09T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:45:39.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right. I'm so back. And bimbotic. Sorry for being MIA this week, its been pretty stessful with school, homwork, trying to be the teacher's pet [which i already failed cause nobody appreciates my unique LOUD voice], and more homework, and stuff like that. Well, for starters, lemme give you a jist of what's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in SMK Taman SEA this year, there are 3 pure science classes, 2 subbies and the rest are all artsie-fartsy classes, which I don't know how many. Ask someone else from Tmn SEA if you must know. And i don't think you do. So anyway, cut the crap. I got into the science class, which I actually DID opt for, not like crazy SHIVA, who got the perfect results but opted for subbie and is now on his road to pure, praying hard that LEE LAY CHOO would approve him to 4C, hopefully. There's this new girl in my class, and i can seriously tell you that she's one heck of a CHUN girl. Not looks chun, guys. Character CHUN. I mean, she's so friendly, but honestly, I think she thinks I'm weird. She's a transfer from KJ highschool, and got my class! Too bad, tantzeyi, should have came earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, my class teacher's are fine. Not good, just fine. I'll list em down, just in case you want to know. And oh, I've got an awesome story to tell ya'll, but its a bit complicated, so try to stay on the same page with me, will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPM SUBS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ModernMath - Pn. Ting S.C&lt;br /&gt;AddMath - En. AmaraSingam&lt;br /&gt;History - Pn. Vasanty&lt;br /&gt;English - Pn. Yee L.Y&lt;br /&gt;Bm - Pn. Hanim [temporary]&lt;br /&gt;Biology - Pn. Yip C.Y&lt;br /&gt;Physics - Ms. Wong&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry - Pn. Cheong L.N&lt;br /&gt;Moral - Pn. Kwang C.S&lt;br /&gt;Accounts - Mrs. Lim [tuition]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NON SPM SUBS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE - Pn. Kwang C.S&lt;br /&gt;Civics - Ms. Wee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the story I wanted to tell. Notice the first teacher that i stated? ModernMath - Pn. Ting. Well, funny thing is, my babysitter's best friend so happens to be Pn.Ting's mother-in-law, meaning her husband's mother. Yea, so she kinda knows my babysitter quite well, and they're so-called tight. Friends, nothing more. So, last September when my babysitter's daughter got married, which she so happenes to be my Godmother, she invited Pn. Ting for the wedding. So, obviously Pn. Ting went, and it was awkward. Real AWKWARD. But thank God that she didn't put us in the same table. And another funny thing is, Pn. Ting's son, knows my cousin. SMALL WORLD, aint it? Hahahaha, I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Pn. Ting came into my class to teach ModernMath, I don't think she actualy recognised me. Although she kinda half talked to me at the wedding, but I doubt she remembers. Old already, what to do? But I think i caught her staring at me weirdly, or maybe i was just too self-concious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I hve tuition to back me up. Argh, lemme tell you, if you think that Form4 is a honeymoon year, GO AND DIE. Form4 is so freaking hard, I seriously think that I would get white hair from it. Crapp, someone call SAM! Oh yea, speaking about hair right, our school is so dumb, everyone with fringe must wear HAIRBANDS. No more bangs, curtain hair, etc. Looks like I'll be nerding till Form5. At least I'll bring the HOTNERD trend back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s : you're going back! So fast lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-8482266089714310617?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8482266089714310617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=8482266089714310617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/8482266089714310617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/8482266089714310617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/right.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-1684865348190749651</id><published>2009-01-01T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:21:28.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy New Year!! And clever me, I just realised something. If you've got OOI SAY WEI's msn, his msn address says the same! Hahahaha, its so funny, I don't kinow why he picked that name! So, I've got no plans, for now. So, you better give me a ring ring, cause you'll never know when someone might just do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so. Yesterday, we were supposed to have countdown at Uncle Mark's place. So, off we went, my family of course. Note : Uncle Mark's lg is our lg, but we never actually attend them. So, we arrived late. And my hopes of having lamb and turkey like a couple of years ago were crushed! Cause all i saw was this mini barbeque pit and a few uncles trying to barbeque some chicken wings, sausages and fish wrapped up in aluminium foil. So here we are, the 4 of us, who have not been attenting our lg for a very very long time. So, it was a bit awkward, migling with new people and stuff, so we ate with the baby, BABY ISABELLE! She's so cute, but after like half an hour, she kinda chocked on a corn chip, and cc juliet was like, NO MORE CHIPS FOR YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we still continued talking and stuff, I mean with cc juliet, not the baby. She can't talk. So thn, after the food, which was okay and not AWESOME, we went in to play some taboo! And let me tell you, Uncle Michael made it seem like a life and death situation. Note : Ladies vs Men, Husband vs. Wife. And this Uncle Michael and his cheong hei-ness. Told everybody, " Okay, time to play. So children, go away. Mothers, bring your babies away. Wife, bring Isabelle away." Which she didn't, of course. Cause there was no place to put her. So we played Taboo, the score was tied. Yea, and we finished the game and it was only 10 something. And Uncle Michael was like " Cannot play anymore, baby wanna sleep". And he was pointing at him own, Isabelle.  But she was still wide awake, sitting on the couch, playing with her pillow. So, the game wrapped up with a tie. How horrible. So, after some desert and ice-cream, we left too, thinking that they wouldn't have a countdown there, since almost everyone was leaving already. So we went home, waited for 12am to go out and watch the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At bout 11.58, me, my sis and my mom went to walk to dog, as an excuse to watch the fireworks. So, we strapped my dog in to his semi-loose harness. Off we went, walking. We heard the sounds, but we couldn't see anything. So we walked further, near the main road. And then, BAMM!! We saw the fireworks! So i got excited, and i pulled the dog from the front. Stupid dog didn't want to follow me, he pulled his head backward and BAMMM! He was FREE! He came out of his harness! So the chase began. I was chasing him like crap, ran almost 300 meters. He almost crossed over the mainroad, btw. He was dying, so was I. And then, he saw this patch of green, I don't know what drew him near it. But he was smelling smelling, but still on high alert that I was chasing him. I couldt take it anymore, so i decided to become heroic and I dove after the dog. Yea, i did. And i caught him, of course, but i scrapped myself. My knee was bloody and stuff. And that was how i spent my new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-1684865348190749651?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1684865348190749651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=1684865348190749651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/1684865348190749651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/1684865348190749651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-and-clever-me-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-6270718680823559366</id><published>2008-12-31T13:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:17:43.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, today's the 31st of Dec, 2008, which is also, my MUMMY's BIRTHDAYYYY! Woohoo! So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVr_l2dz56I/AAAAAAAAA9E/1TqFiAuGEm0/s1600-h/IMG_5125copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVr_l2dz56I/AAAAAAAAA9E/1TqFiAuGEm0/s320/IMG_5125copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285818138413492130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVr_e10FXDI/AAAAAAAAA88/Wf_fokybQAs/s1600-h/IMG_5102copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVr_e10FXDI/AAAAAAAAA88/Wf_fokybQAs/s320/IMG_5102copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285818017979391026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, we celebrated already, on the 28th of Dec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVr_Me-p2kI/AAAAAAAAA8s/UMG0aYINfOI/s1600-h/IMG_5163copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVr_Me-p2kI/AAAAAAAAA8s/UMG0aYINfOI/s320/IMG_5163copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285817702612064834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo, the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVr_T9WDQUI/AAAAAAAAA80/zWBFpqm0ZbA/s1600-h/IMG_5056copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVr_T9WDQUI/AAAAAAAAA80/zWBFpqm0ZbA/s320/IMG_5056copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285817831022346562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s : i have a very gay dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-6270718680823559366?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6270718680823559366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=6270718680823559366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6270718680823559366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6270718680823559366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-todays-31st-of-dec-2008-which-is.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVr_l2dz56I/AAAAAAAAA9E/1TqFiAuGEm0/s72-c/IMG_5125copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-8083660599231999019</id><published>2008-12-30T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:40:04.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aight people. I know ya'll are raelly really anxious to find out my results. Well, just let me tell you that what I got was good, in my context and I don't mind it. As long as i know that God has a better plan for me in the future and He will open my eyes to see other COUNTRIES. So I'm guessing you already found out what I got. But, let me just tell you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;6As and 1B!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-8083660599231999019?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8083660599231999019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=8083660599231999019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/8083660599231999019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/8083660599231999019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/aight-people.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-4343091460711149254</id><published>2008-12-28T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:36:13.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Urgh, I'm so anoyed right now. Don't know whether period coming or what, but all I know right now is that I'm annoyed and angry. First up, people at my house. Why do you even need to keep so much face? Afraid that people would actually see your true colours?! Telling me to not hit the stupid dog when you're the one who's hitting him almost everyday of his freaking LIFE! Just to safe you're face?! There's nothing to safe, please. Then you, another one. Lagi go and sayang the dog like its your baby or something. Like as if you'll die without it. Telling the whole world you're sick, but you're actually not! Wanting people to just take pity on you?! You're so pathetic. Urgh, if you want to tell the whole world that you're capable of swallowing a pill? Go ahead, tell them, don't have to say you're sick and swallow a pill there and then. What are you? Retarded? Geez, you piss me off. And after everyone left, you go ahead and turn on the pc while everyone is busy cleaning up the mess everyone else made and you happile go take your shower and turn on the pc and talk to people while everyone else is busy cleaning. Don't you have a heart?! A heart of rock, maybe?! You're so pathetic, sometimes I wish that you just GROW UP! You're so old, for goodness sake, act your age for once, won't ya? Maybe you should start by holding/wringing a mop. Oh, i just remembered. You can't! Why not? Because you told the whole world that you're hand are too small to wring a mop! WHAT?! Heck, I'm so much younger than you, but i bet I've done almost a million things you would never do in your life. In that case, good luck leaving when you leave your HOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-4343091460711149254?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4343091460711149254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=4343091460711149254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/4343091460711149254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/4343091460711149254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/urgh-im-so-anoyed-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-566294087291236776</id><published>2008-12-27T01:01:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:04:46.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay people. Now I'm blogging bout my super duper chunted Thailand trip. Okay, so lets begin. Wait, before we do that, the captions of the pictures are below it, not above. Just in case you want to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUPWJh-ZnI/AAAAAAAAA8k/IX3Zfl9n2n4/s1600-h/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUPWJh-ZnI/AAAAAAAAA8k/IX3Zfl9n2n4/s320/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284146610979104370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so, we woke up at 4am, well, actually I woke up at 4am.. Genevieve was crazy enough to wake up at 3 something, to get her stuff ready and have breakfast. I think she was a tad too excited bout the trip, while I was busy sleeping like a baby on my comfy bed. Oh, btw, our flight was at 710am, malaysian time. Meaning we'd have to get to the airport at like 510am to check-in. You know the drill. So, since unrich people like us could not afford special MAS flights, we decided to take the currently kecacatan AIRASIA. Yes, trust me, I aint taking it no more. So, we were a little late to the airport, we arrived bout 15 minutes late, but we were in time to check it. Note : My mom was going all crazy and she kinda left my sis and I behind, we had to find our on way to the crappy check-in place. Plus, more like a minus, the stupid AIRASIA airport aka LCCT is sooo freaking tiny and there were like a million people in it. As if it were to explode just by the snap of a finger. So right, after putting up with my mom's crappiness, we finally checked in and we were on our way to the waiting area, which is also really crappy, if you want to know. And there was a flight to Solo City, Indonesia, and mehn were there a million maids/constuction workers/kopitiam waiters/etc. And the smell, OH MY, was a killer. So, finally we boarded our flight and we were on our way to Thailand! It was like 720am, I think. Stupid flight was freaking delayed, as usual. Freaking AIRASIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUPSiX1lDI/AAAAAAAAA8c/VZt7eDfqybA/s1600-h/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUPSiX1lDI/AAAAAAAAA8c/VZt7eDfqybA/s320/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284146548927992882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we boarded our flight and we were so ready for take off! Except the fact that I really hate the AirAsia seats, they're too straight. And even when i tried to press the tiny button at the side of the handrest to lower the seat, it was still very very staright up. But anyway, I was having a slight tummy ache in the plane. Not the Oh-my-I-need-to-poop kind, it was the I-think-I'm-having-gastric-kind. But i think it was the breakfast I ate before leaving home, I ate the yao char kuay which was bought theday before. :/ But all in all, it tasted good. And on the plane, mummy bought the cup mee from the air hostess, which costed 4 bucks for the mee itself and a cup of hot milo of 4 bucks also. How very very expensive, for something i had in my own bag that was checked in. Pfft, I could me a millionaire if I actually sold 3 in 1 milo at that price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUPNPab2uI/AAAAAAAAA8U/NpIYvCfhLqg/s1600-h/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUPNPab2uI/AAAAAAAAA8U/NpIYvCfhLqg/s320/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284146457939270370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUPKBfXnjI/AAAAAAAAA8M/677Q-6g7DV0/s1600-h/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUPKBfXnjI/AAAAAAAAA8M/677Q-6g7DV0/s320/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284146402662260274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least we arrived at Thailand on time. And for those who don't know, i went to Bangkok. Bangkok only, no where else. So,  first thing to do when you arrive at the airport is........ IMMEGRATION. So my sis was in front of me, I know right, I'm that nice to let her cut my line. And HAHA for her, she got stopped at the immegration! Not my fault, not my fault. Cause we had a form to fill in on board, to show the immegration people if we were visiting or on business trip or having a holiday or whatever. Meaning, we even had to indicate where we were staying, as in which hotel we were gonna stay at. And during the flight, she actually did ask me. And at that time, I didn't fill i tout. So i told her, ' NO NEED, LATER'. But then, i asked my mom and she gave me the name of the hotel and I filled it out. Genevieve on the other hand, didn't bother to ask. So, not my fault she got stopped at the immegration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUPFCcQLNI/AAAAAAAAA8E/NLbFmRKMZB8/s1600-h/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUPFCcQLNI/AAAAAAAAA8E/NLbFmRKMZB8/s320/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284146317018279122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUO-7Bsw-I/AAAAAAAAA78/ozXxp0fGla4/s1600-h/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUO-7Bsw-I/AAAAAAAAA78/ozXxp0fGla4/s320/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284146211948643298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so after touchdown and the embrassing Genevieve got stopped at the immegration incident, we were at the airport, durh. So, of course it was real obvious that we were tourists, so we stopped at this ' TOURISM COUNTER'. In the airport itself. I don't exactly know if Malaysia has those kind of facilities, but Thailand sure does. Oh, before i continue on, I forgot to tell you that 6 of us went to Thailand; My mom, Sis, Khai ma, 2 of Khai ma's friends and I. Okay, then, we stopped at the booth and we agreed on going for a canal tour. Apparently, the canals there are pretty awesome. So we decided to just take on it. The original price of the canal tour is 1200 Baht, which is 120 MYR. Note : Baht is 10% off MYR. So 1200 Baht for all 6 of us, somehow my Khai Ma managed to bargain  till 500 Baht for all 6 of us! Amazing how the power of bargaining and the ability to speak a little bit of broken Thai could get us such an awesome bargain. So then we took a cab, a Toyota Innova back to the hotel. All Thailand cabs are Toyotas, most of them are Altis'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUO5x364cI/AAAAAAAAA70/P6lafNoJgo4/s1600-h/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUO5x364cI/AAAAAAAAA70/P6lafNoJgo4/s320/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284146123592360386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUOo5Ec8rI/AAAAAAAAA7s/ugLwJfjRbB0/s1600-h/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUOo5Ec8rI/AAAAAAAAA7s/ugLwJfjRbB0/s320/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284145833466196658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our fancy hotel, Citin Pratunam [See.Tin.Pra.too.Naaaam] is located right in the heart of Bangkok, PRATUNAM. Apparently, Pratunam's well famous for its bazaars, or what we Malaysian call Pasar Malam. When we exit our hotel, its already the bazaar. I think its just so awesome to do something halfway and run down to the bazaar to get something at a click of the mind. Oh and the bed's so awesome, its so comfy. And i didn't mind, really, to sleep on just one pillow. Execpt the fact the Genevieve wanted to sleep in the middle so badly and I let her and she kicked and slapped me so many times in her sleep. I literally woke up in the middle of the night when my mom went to pee and sat at the corner of the bed. While little miss EVIL sleepy head was sleeping like nobody's business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUOkbhPCVI/AAAAAAAAA7k/IvRqHdqq1KU/s1600-h/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUOkbhPCVI/AAAAAAAAA7k/IvRqHdqq1KU/s320/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284145756814379346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUOe_ib26I/AAAAAAAAA7c/J9q1wa82hP0/s1600-h/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUOe_ib26I/AAAAAAAAA7c/J9q1wa82hP0/s320/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284145663403875234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shouldn't actually be talking about sleeping, i haven't even completed our itenary on the first day. So after we checked into our fabulous I-don't-know-how-many-stars hotel, my mom had some super important legal documents to send to one of her old old friends that so ngamly stays in Bangkok. So the three of us took a cab there, while the other three did i-don't-know-what. Oh, and the cab driver doesn't speak a word of English. Okay, maybe a few such as money or okay, something like that. We got lost on the way, we made a couple of overshots, but managed to U-turn our way back. Oh! And dude knew how to say U-turn. So, we arrived at the dude's place, not someone that you need to know. And if you really did need to know, you'd already know who. And yes, i was referring to you, Rynn. So, while he and my mom talked business, my sis and i were like hanging outside, taking weird pictures, stuff like that. Stuff totally out of boredom. But in the end, we left at like 12 something pm, Bangkok time. Bangkok time is an hour early thn Malaysia's time, so no such thing as jetlag there. But there's obviously something called I-need-to-eat-now-lag. If you know me, I eat all the time, everytime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUOYgtU8oI/AAAAAAAAA7U/pKEIQ4V-iTw/s1600-h/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUOYgtU8oI/AAAAAAAAA7U/pKEIQ4V-iTw/s320/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284145552048845442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And this time, we had dinner on our own. Remember i said that just below our hotel there was this bazaar thing? They do not only sell clothes, bags, etc, they also sell FOOD! My absolute no. 1 reason to go there. Heck, to experience the food, of course. And personally, the food we had on the first night was the best among the rest of the days [which will be blogged about later]. We had the fantastic beef noodles! My sis had the beef one, mom and I took PORK! Better catch up on pork, since most places in M'sia are HALAL. And mehn, it was FANTASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after dinner, we went back to the hotel, wondering where the other 3 aunties went to. Apparently, they got lost near Baiyoke Sky, a hotel not to far away from ours, about 300 meters away. Not too far, really. At least we knew how to get around, the trio of aunties on the other hand, DIDN'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, its like 0156 now, and I'm dead tired. Had a Christmas Appreciation Party for my mom's intercessors earlier just now and I'm dying, slowly. I'll blog about day 2 another time. Promise, with more wacky pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-566294087291236776?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/566294087291236776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=566294087291236776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/566294087291236776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/566294087291236776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-people.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVUPWJh-ZnI/AAAAAAAAA8k/IX3Zfl9n2n4/s72-c/bangkok%2Bprom%2Bchristmas+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-4060515562289315691</id><published>2008-12-25T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:34:22.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVOlBwazljI/AAAAAAAAA7M/MMbqyqCi_CQ/s1600-h/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVOlBwazljI/AAAAAAAAA7M/MMbqyqCi_CQ/s320/mail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283748237431510578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, Merry Christmas to all. :). Well,  our church celebrated Christmas this year, just like every other year. But this year, in my opinion, was better planned, nicer, and more community based. Like for example, we had free gift wrapping this year, the same as last yeaer, only there was a twist. The people that came to get their gift wrapped were brought to this other counter called ' PICK AN ANGEL'. Meaning, you pick a kid, and you kind of sponsor the kid for something he/she needs. note : most of the kids are orphans, or terribly poor. So the things they need are like maybe uniforms, new clothes, school shoes, books, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i went for gift wrapping, twice. It was kind of early, i must say. Since we went like a couple of weeks before Christmas, which was like the beginning of Christmas. And everybody knows that everybody does last minute Christmas shopping. Like nobody is ever on time to get their Christmas shopping done. Likewise for us. So, not alot of people needed their presents wrapped, but all in all, there were more or less customers. Besides just wrapping, we got to migle with the rest of the volunteers, laugh and 'attract' customers together. A blast it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so back to the Christmas celebration. My church held something called ' THE HEAVENLY GIFT ' this year. Its like a play, but also the name of our community service thing. Yea, such a cute name, right? So, since i wasn't in church for the past few days, i missed the production that was held on the 20th and 21st of Dec. But they had it again today, and thank God i didn't miss it. Although i was actually supposed to be assisting upstairs with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, i thought the play was awesome! Although, personally i thought the card didn't seem very serious Christmas business. But when i watched the play, i thought it was really really good! Not only that actors/actresses were good, but they actually delivered the message pretty well. However, i thought that the people who didnt study the Bible wouldn't understand the Sarah and Zachariah part. But it was good, real good. Don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you didn't catch it, get someone to tell the story to you. Really GOOD! oh, and PMR results are coming out on my birthday! So those who are going to collect their results, don't forget to bring me a present. I'm very very unpaiseh, so to speak. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-4060515562289315691?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4060515562289315691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=4060515562289315691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/4060515562289315691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/4060515562289315691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-merry-christmas-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SVOlBwazljI/AAAAAAAAA7M/MMbqyqCi_CQ/s72-c/mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-5159322408053082951</id><published>2008-12-23T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:26:50.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alright. So, i'm supposed to blog bout my trip right? well, i aint gonna blog bout it now. But, here's some insides of what happened that would totally make you beg for more on what happened throughout the trip. Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNEAK PEAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;*fell in lobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;*fell in pool in a public mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5&lt;br /&gt;*knocked myself into the turny thingi at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seee, don't you just want to know more? Hahahaha, you'll find out soon when i get my pictures uploaded. oh, plus, i think i'll be going rock climbing on the 29th of Dec, who wants to come along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-5159322408053082951?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5159322408053082951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=5159322408053082951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5159322408053082951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5159322408053082951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-1592310801604089765</id><published>2008-12-23T20:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:10:06.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'M HOME YA'LL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-and i know when the results are coming out.. nyek nyek nyek....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-1592310801604089765?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1592310801604089765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=1592310801604089765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/1592310801604089765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/1592310801604089765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-home-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-2037756170564016380</id><published>2008-12-21T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:28:32.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M IN THAILAND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-with free pcs and internet access to use!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-2037756170564016380?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2037756170564016380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=2037756170564016380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2037756170564016380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2037756170564016380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-in-thailand-with-free-pcs-and.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-1559152876653311373</id><published>2008-12-18T16:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:55:39.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, when i was at camp, my sis had her prom. I know, wasted i didn't manage to see her dress up all powder puffy, ready to celebrate her last year of high school. But, i left the camera at home so she could snap pictures, here and there. I'm kinda lazy to post the rest of the pictures, so, one will do. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SUoM30aiHoI/AAAAAAAAA60/hVET0DCDOrI/s1600-h/manz+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SUoM30aiHoI/AAAAAAAAA60/hVET0DCDOrI/s320/manz+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281047666147597954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yea, that's the black dress we picked out together from creme at Jusco in Sunway Pyramid. Its nice, no? The shawl's from my couz and her hair got done at a studio which she had to pay RM25 for curling and RM10 just to clip it up. How pathetic could those people get? Charging just to clip your hair up. Pffft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, according to her, prom was a blast. Well, it was a blast until some crappy band started to play and it was wayy too loud and off key that the just had to go out and snap more pictures! What a great excuse. But most of her pics are in her friend's camera, since as most people know, our camera is crappy and old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRITZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SUoNLPHzw1I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nWc8eqceBLQ/s1600-h/manz+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SUoNLPHzw1I/AAAAAAAAA7E/nWc8eqceBLQ/s320/manz+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281047999734334290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at that. FRITZ. Always the pretender. He pretends to look all sad and pathetic so that we would let him in the house. You see, our house's flooring is marble, so its cool. And he loves to just sit by the door and sprawl out his whole body so that every part of him would be able to feel the cool marble floor, compared to the brick floor on our porch. Pretty clever, if you ask me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SUoNBH_1loI/AAAAAAAAA68/Qd1NdtiaYqg/s1600-h/manz+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SUoNBH_1loI/AAAAAAAAA68/Qd1NdtiaYqg/s320/manz+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281047826023159426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However, sometime Fritz could be a pain in the ass. Most of the time, he's sooo noisy. Like as if we all owe him something and we have to layan him all the time. He barks and scratches the door, which is not only noisy, but damaging to the door. As a matter of fact, our door is already half spoilt, the turning key thing is absolutely cacat. It cant turn all the way. And thanks to this retarded dog that we unfortunately LOVE sooo much, JOHN FRITZGERALD KENNEDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-1559152876653311373?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1559152876653311373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=1559152876653311373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/1559152876653311373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/1559152876653311373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-when-i-was-at-camp-my-sis-had-her.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SUoM30aiHoI/AAAAAAAAA60/hVET0DCDOrI/s72-c/manz+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-4040032566403929297</id><published>2008-12-18T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:39:04.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box or anyway that he/she has been tagged.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. What is it that bothers you the most?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact that i might not ever see ahem again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. What is your most favourite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Berfacebook . [for now]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. What kind of news do you read?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um,  the not gossip kind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. What is your ultimate wish?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ask God a million questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. Is there someone in your heart right now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;YES. God will provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Are you afraid of pain ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. What do you feel like doing right now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the celebrity apprentice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. If there’s someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SayWei;&lt;br /&gt;i) Awesome&lt;br /&gt;ii) HOT&lt;br /&gt;iii) Losing weight. :)&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11.What is your 5 most passionate thing at this moment?(broken english)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-GOD&lt;br /&gt;-results&lt;br /&gt;-my higher education&lt;br /&gt;-superman&lt;br /&gt;-hottie hottie hat guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12.What is the thing that will make you think he/she is bad?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being a Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. If you had to eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;14. If you had a choice to be rich or happy, which one would you pick?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;15. What's your plan now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, finish form 5 and go to college, thn further my education to Harvard, graduate, get a job, get married, get kids, grow old with my husband and die. [and of course do God's work in the process]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;16. How do you see yourself in 5 years time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;In Harvard, waiting to graduate. When i already have a million people tailing my back on if i were to join their company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;17. What is the one thing you love about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My awesome teeth and extra deep dimples. &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;18. If you can bring only one thing along with you to another world, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;19. Use one word to describe yourself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tagg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CorynnChan&lt;br /&gt;-JeynaLim&lt;br /&gt;-KittLei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-4040032566403929297?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4040032566403929297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=4040032566403929297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/4040032566403929297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/4040032566403929297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/tag-8-people-in-your-list-list-them-out.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-3637571505592151728</id><published>2008-12-17T17:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:56:17.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ah, the time that i totally feel like blogging, i cant find my camera.. i think my sis to it to the lagoon. oh yea, she went to the lagoon today, btw.. and she stole my white nike cap, which i think is kinda black now, since i wore it to camp. and i have yet to wash it, but she doesnt know that.. so whateverr, i'll just ask her to wash it. :).. i'm sucha genius.. so anyway, recently.. i found my GAMEBOY! lying in some crappy box my sister took from i dont know where and i dont know why i even looked into that box.. found it on accident, so might as well play with it.. and since its like the crappy holidays and stuff like that, it kinda comes in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people, i'm nervous. i just realised that its like a week to christmas. oh btw, my flight to Thailand got postponed, so i'll be leaving on a Friday morning, not a Thursday night. and notice that i'm only using one FULLSTOP instead of like a million? hahahaha. well, i'm trying to cultivate that so that my stupid blog doesn't get so full with DOTS. continue, umm. oh yea, a week to Christmas. Christmas is like the best time of the year. Just remembering the brith of Jesus and how the bright shining star brought the 3 men to Jesus in the manger. Its just no memorable, no? Read the BIBLE then, it'll give you a FULL description. plus, use your imagination, it'll totally help. And a little reminder to myself that once Christmas is over, we'll all have to glue our faces to the newspaper or internet to check out when our crappy PMR results will be out. i know, so depressing right after such a wonderful holiday. Such a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLOCKS! so anyway, Christmas is on the 25th, which is a Thursday. Thursdays are usually rock climbing nights but of course we have Christmas service. Which my sis and i would totally have to miss cause we have officially volunteered ourselves to help out at kidzone upstairs. What a waste. But its okay, God came for the sinners, not the righteous, right? So, i'm planning to go rock climbing on the monday itself, after Christmas. Yes, the 29th of Dec. And the 29th of Dec brings us closer to the 30th of Dec which is???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THAT'S FOR ME TO KNOW AND YOU TO FIND OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-3637571505592151728?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3637571505592151728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=3637571505592151728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/3637571505592151728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/3637571505592151728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/ah-time-that-i-totally-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-660767824508223209</id><published>2008-12-16T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:56:06.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SUdtD4D_vCI/AAAAAAAAA6s/TtJPNlWb1FE/s1600-h/SupermanTeeBlackGold2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SUdtD4D_vCI/AAAAAAAAA6s/TtJPNlWb1FE/s320/SupermanTeeBlackGold2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280309001471376418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh, i miss SUPERMAN and HOTTIE HOTTIE HAT GUY already.. aww mehn.. like they're the best people to stalk on, since they dont know me and stuff like that... yes, and pc officially invited SUPERMAN to our church.. superman is a dancer, fyi.. i know right! so i should go for dance! hahahhaa.. its what drived me, just in case i see him.. geez, i'm so evil.. and i should go for SNL too! just in case i see him, agian.. =D... argh, what's wrong with me?? i cant do anything, he's just tooo hot... and yes, i choose SUPERMAN over hottie hottie hat guy, cuz superman's like hotter! hahahhaha, nvm.. i should seriously direct my attention somewhere or to someone else.. someone get me something to do before i start drooling all over again, will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-660767824508223209?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/660767824508223209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=660767824508223209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/660767824508223209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/660767824508223209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahhhh-i-miss-superman-and-hottie-hottie.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SUdtD4D_vCI/AAAAAAAAA6s/TtJPNlWb1FE/s72-c/SupermanTeeBlackGold2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-4096110586011758797</id><published>2008-12-16T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:12:36.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ahhh! okay. so where did i stop bout camp... oh yea, pc was speaking for all of the sessions, they were good and all.. but i almost slept through one of them, maybe cuz i was a bit tired.. yea, but of course i didnt, just went fishing a bit... so thn, of course we all encountered God and stuff like that and we had awesome games... but after encoutering GOD, it was time to encounter HOTTIES! hahahahaha, honestly, i was only attracted to 2 of em, hottie hottie hat guy and superman.. and i just heard news from jeyna that BEN, our BEN went home with superman! like what!? tell me earlier and i would have jumped out of the bus! so anyway, i've been such a stalker lately.. i've tracked down hottie hottie hat guy and superman... oh, plus.. alyssa's angel totally digs her, except the fact that the dude's only 15 and she's 16.. however, alyssa's angel, which his his official codename is 012, looks super OLD! like i didnt know the dude was only 15.. he looked freaking OLD! i'm sorry of you're reading this, man.. but, its the truth and the truth will set me free! okay, nvm.. i'm just being urghh.. and thn.. yea... we were laughing and chatting and crapping all the way back from camp, and we were all sooo happy to be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh, and the band + pc's VIP chalet is shuper nicee! they actually have a frekaing couch and king sized beds EACH. like i dont even have a king size bed at home! and its super comfy, i spent couple of hours there ont he 3rd night and i stayed there from bout 12pm to 3am.. and NEIL was obliged to walk us back to our dorm.. oh, and cuzario, jude and jeyna sent me back the night before cuz i stayed up to count stock, count money and mend the store.. i'm just SOOO HELPFUL. and i'm like their so-called official saleswoman. and heck do i do a tremendous JOB.. what can i say, i'm GOOD, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-4096110586011758797?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4096110586011758797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=4096110586011758797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/4096110586011758797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/4096110586011758797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahhh-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-3317482482667675939</id><published>2008-12-15T16:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:51:50.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camp.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yellow, peeps. yes, i'm back, and i just woke up like 2 hours ago.. and just so you know, i've fixed the thingi which shows the time at the end of the post and its correct now.. yea, so, be smart and do the math.. okay, so first up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we as in madeleine, esther, sophia and myself arrived at DUMC's dream centre to meet with the rest of our local ECF-ers.. yes, we were late.. actually we werent exactly late, everyone else was freaking early.. we arrived at ngam ngam 730, am that is.. not pm.. yea.. and almost all of us were there already, and the bus only bertolak-ed at 830.. and we were like crapping non stop, while waiting.. i saw william, erin and hilary, they were totally there.... and i think i'm gonna be on POINT CAST! hahhaha... :P... and superman will be in it too! [inside joke].. since Ben interviewed me before me bertolak-ed, so guess i'd be on pointcast! just wait for it, ya'll.. and thn.. umm, we got on the best, and i really really really had to pee.. but of course, i shut my mouth and wait till we reached to place place thing, which is in Pahang. and to be exact, its an NS camp site! craptastic..  and thn, of course, when we got down, i peed. okay, nvm, too much information.. the surrounding of the place was nice and all, but whateverrrrrrrr.. just like adrian sia says, " only judge a place by its toilets to see if they're high class or not. ".. and mehn, the toilets were crap, so obviously the place didnt have any class.. like BUUUU!!!!.. right. thn, something caught my eye.. something nice, HOT, SKINNY and totally CLEAN CUT. someone non other thn, HOTTIE HOTTIE HAT GUY. mehn, dude was HOT.. okay, thn.. we had our sessions and stuff like that, but mos of the things we did on the first day was delayed cuz most of the buses got lost... ours didnt, lucky us.. thn, we did stuff, bla bla bla... whateverrrrrrrrrr... and thn, SHOWER TIME. heck, i hate shower time.. there were soooo many people taking showers at the same time, that we could hardly shower. there was NO water pressure, seriously.. alyssa and I waited for like 45 minutes, to find out that we had to shower using a pipe which it like a couple of inches off the ground, and thats really really LOW. and we had to use a freaking bucket to collect water.. i hate shower time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thn, umm.... we had dinner and stuff, the food they serve were pretty okay, not that we couldnt eat.. but yea.... not really.. mostly curry and spicy stuff, but better thn nothing. so, we DUG in.. and whateverrrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry ya, i dont exactly have the mood to blog right now, i'm still kinda dead.. tho i slept ALOT and i finally got to shower with heated high pressurised water.. yea, so i'll continue maybe later, and i really really really miss my SUPERMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-3317482482667675939?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3317482482667675939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=3317482482667675939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/3317482482667675939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/3317482482667675939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/yellow-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-5360069119124996700</id><published>2008-12-14T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T17:36:20.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M BACK FROM CAMP! AND I SHALL KO NOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-5360069119124996700?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5360069119124996700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=5360069119124996700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5360069119124996700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5360069119124996700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back-from-camp-and-i-shall-ko-now.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-4367691526946802223</id><published>2008-12-08T03:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T03:42:51.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, the dinner right.. it was held at tropicana, and the food wasnt too bad actually... we shared table with rueben and his girlfriend, my other khai ma and uncle yeo, alexey and of course, our family.. NO pictures of food were taken, either we were too busy eating, or too busy asking meng to snap photos of us... we know, we all love being in the limelight... :)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwkKNY0biI/AAAAAAAAA58/JV-bbLoFrXI/s1600-h/IMG_9507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwkKNY0biI/AAAAAAAAA58/JV-bbLoFrXI/s320/IMG_9507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277132621182430754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first, bride and groom lahh, of course.. more like ah soh and ah hia.. hahaha, nvm.. i think this pic is so chun.... like my couz really took it ngam ngam weii... anyway, the crowd was rallied to say yammmmm seng as long as they could and the b&amp;amp;g are supposed to kiss till they stop.. and as a result, the picture above.. hahaha.. LOL factor, seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thn, we have family pics! people portraits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwkZPgDqHI/AAAAAAAAA6U/n19eKaMMevY/s1600-h/IMG_9392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwkZPgDqHI/AAAAAAAAA6U/n19eKaMMevY/s320/IMG_9392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277132879447697522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; [he and his signature oh-my-where-are-my-eyes Smile..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwkVby-NSI/AAAAAAAAA6M/JclWWkZnhsM/s1600-h/IMG_9408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwkVby-NSI/AAAAAAAAA6M/JclWWkZnhsM/s320/IMG_9408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277132814028780834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Genevieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwkOmq0p9I/AAAAAAAAA6E/8p5uFcpxzwU/s1600-h/IMG_9410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwkOmq0p9I/AAAAAAAAA6E/8p5uFcpxzwU/s320/IMG_9410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277132696688306130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwj6ZRIRyI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Cp4EcgeqIjA/s1600-h/IMG_9615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwj6ZRIRyI/AAAAAAAAA5k/Cp4EcgeqIjA/s320/IMG_9615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277132349493495586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwjfIctbLI/AAAAAAAAA5E/h-h84Pzjyzw/s1600-h/IMG_9331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwjfIctbLI/AAAAAAAAA5E/h-h84Pzjyzw/s320/IMG_9331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277131881122196658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the 3 ladies in the family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwjyMnVj4I/AAAAAAAAA5c/9aMdE0CtEX0/s1600-h/IMG_9618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwjyMnVj4I/AAAAAAAAA5c/9aMdE0CtEX0/s320/IMG_9618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277132208658026370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mummy and daddy&lt;/span&gt; [dont they look so cute together? ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwjr-hc7mI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Qq9TNjoWJXw/s1600-h/IMG_9619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwjr-hc7mI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Qq9TNjoWJXw/s320/IMG_9619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277132101796032098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;My Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwkFz7a6UI/AAAAAAAAA50/8EYgPVySU-k/s1600-h/IMG_9558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwkFz7a6UI/AAAAAAAAA50/8EYgPVySU-k/s320/IMG_9558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277132545628760386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cc maykin! wooohh!! [our "favourite" cousin]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwkBh2l5CI/AAAAAAAAA5s/VwbyzIdm_KA/s1600-h/IMG_9594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwkBh2l5CI/AAAAAAAAA5s/VwbyzIdm_KA/s320/IMG_9594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277132472057193506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wooh! mama shirley! she's been jaga-ing me since forever, and till now i guess...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwjmAde6uI/AAAAAAAAA5M/6R-qj9DoXRE/s1600-h/IMG_9647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwjmAde6uI/AAAAAAAAA5M/6R-qj9DoXRE/s320/IMG_9647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277131999237040866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and of course, my khai ma! woooh, cc doris!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-4367691526946802223?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4367691526946802223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=4367691526946802223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/4367691526946802223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/4367691526946802223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-dinner-right.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwkKNY0biI/AAAAAAAAA58/JV-bbLoFrXI/s72-c/IMG_9507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-2155514210713850072</id><published>2008-12-08T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T03:09:35.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, its 0306 now and i have the urge of blogging.. so, i shall blog bout something that happened couple of months ago, a very very long overdued post indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DORIS &amp;amp; DANIEL'S WEDDING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwef1_9RnI/AAAAAAAAA4s/BDIi2c5Kg10/s1600-h/IMG_9169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwef1_9RnI/AAAAAAAAA4s/BDIi2c5Kg10/s320/IMG_9169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277126395791492722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the first pic my couz took when we arrived the chapel, we were late.. so we missed the walking down the aisle part.. wasted....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwekd3KzrI/AAAAAAAAA40/5PWUZpgAkiI/s1600-h/IMG_9218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwekd3KzrI/AAAAAAAAA40/5PWUZpgAkiI/s320/IMG_9218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277126475211525810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;daniel and doris, dont they just look so cute together? hahahaha, this post is soooo long overdued that i alredy went over to their place to kacau bacau already.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwepNB_leI/AAAAAAAAA48/sa5dlQQ3hno/s1600-h/IMG_9294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwepNB_leI/AAAAAAAAA48/sa5dlQQ3hno/s320/IMG_9294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277126556592870882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and an absolutely fatty watty chubby lumpkins picture of my extra super duper thick DOUBLE CHIN.. whatever, its genetic.. its all my dad's fault, he's the fat one.. ITS TRUE, i'm not being bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-2155514210713850072?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2155514210713850072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=2155514210713850072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2155514210713850072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2155514210713850072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-its-0306-now-and-i-have-urge-of.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STwef1_9RnI/AAAAAAAAA4s/BDIi2c5Kg10/s72-c/IMG_9169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-8744970379673552522</id><published>2008-12-05T19:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:57:19.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all right people.. i shall blog like NOW. okay, so.. i went climibng yesterday! yay!! its been a whole since i went, my dad says its too expensive, so i kinda stopped going.. but i went back yesterday, and along side me was.. YEWLEUNG! hahhaaha, i know.. awesome right? see, nobody else wanna go with me... but in the end,. yewleung had fun, i think.. hahhaa.. technically everything was too easy for him.. wait till you hit the high wall, leung! and he wouldnt stop giving me boosts, since i'm lighter thn him.. i did most of the work, anyway. hahaha... and thn, we went for dinner cum supper at RESTORAN OKAY! hahhaa, what a cool name.. and the food was seriously OKAY! a bit better thn okay but all in all, OKAY! okay, i gotta stop doing that.. so anyway.. the people that went yesterday was;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) yeanching&lt;br /&gt;2) jorhan&lt;br /&gt;3)bernard&lt;br /&gt;4) kevinlau&lt;br /&gt;5)yewleung&lt;br /&gt;6)raymond [some new guy we made friends with at camp5]&lt;br /&gt;7) me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and haoying joined us for dinner, so did the new guy.. we're such nice people.. hahaha.. yesterday wasnt too bad, except the fact that leung wouldnt cut his precious nails, and it made the screeching noise when he tried to grab the rocks on the wall.. crazy, i tell you.. and thn.. the both of us tried out the auto belaying thing, and its sooo scary.. dont even know if the thing can really carry your weight.. so i made it up half way, and yeanching was like.. come down... and i didnt dare to let go.. scarryy nier.. but i did in the end, it wasnt too scary.. but scarier thn real people belaying.. you know? you dont, obviously.. so, nvm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rocks conquered [yewleung]&lt;br /&gt;1) black&lt;br /&gt;2) grey&lt;br /&gt;3) yellow&lt;br /&gt;4) the other yellow&lt;br /&gt;5) red&lt;br /&gt;6) green&lt;br /&gt;7) seafoam&lt;br /&gt;8) tiger&lt;br /&gt;9) purple&lt;br /&gt;10) volcano&lt;br /&gt;11) i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap, dude did sooo many.. crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock conquered [amanda]&lt;br /&gt;1) yellow&lt;br /&gt;2) tiger&lt;br /&gt;3) seafoam&lt;br /&gt;4) green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was already dying.. aww mehn, i wonder when's the next time i'll be going back.. plus, i kena bomb by my parents last night cuz i came home pretty late.. 1250am to be exact.. kena bomb kau kau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;p/s : I'M NOT MOVING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-8744970379673552522?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8744970379673552522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=8744970379673552522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/8744970379673552522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/8744970379673552522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-right-people.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-7374111710552041928</id><published>2008-12-03T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:16:28.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STY_O5K2WgI/AAAAAAAAA4k/SrrpCuVeCFo/s1600-h/453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STY_O5K2WgI/AAAAAAAAA4k/SrrpCuVeCFo/s320/453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275473538608159234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;remember how i said that i went for track of talents' anniversary a couple of months back? and i said that i loved mia palencia and i even got her cd? well, to be honest, today, or more of right NOW, its kinda my first time listening to it in whole.. like i've heard parts of her song but never the whole song, or in fact, the whole album.. yea.. i know, how lame.. why? cuz i officially downloaded the winrar crao thing that enables my pc to listen to music and watch videos.. yea, we used to use windows media, until the thing got corrupted and we couldnt use it anymore.. thn i downloaded winamp.. but thn.. my pc got reformatted and i didnt exactly know how to use winamp properly... so, since my pc got reformatted in february, i think.. we have not had a proper device to watch video's or dvds on the pc, whatsoever.. except youtube, of course.. yea... LAME crap, i know... so, i shall continue enjoying superman by mia palencia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, my personal favourite is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding my way - mia palencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : ngkahhoo, if you want it, come get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-7374111710552041928?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7374111710552041928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=7374111710552041928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/7374111710552041928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/7374111710552041928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/remember-how-i-said-that-i-went-for.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STY_O5K2WgI/AAAAAAAAA4k/SrrpCuVeCFo/s72-c/453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-2157545716380877956</id><published>2008-12-02T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:20:17.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see, told ya i've got nothing to blog about.. but now, i've got a couple of things.. okay, right.. lets start.. so my church right, invited a guest speaker from GT, which is where my parents go every monday to pray for the sick.. its called healing room, btw.. yes, so.. my dad heard bout this super chunted speaker that came to malaysia, to GT actually that's from India.. and he only comes to m'sia like twice a year.. so he thought it would be a great opportunity if he came to uor church to just bless our people.. and, we were their host...  no, they didnt stay at our house, but we brought them out for dinner and stuff like that.. oh and there were 3 of them, dr. ananda, his wife, mrs. margaret and their helper, johnson.. yea.. so my parents were obliged to go for snl you see, cuz they gotta oversee the whole thing... and yea.. i went out for the alter call.. and he prayed for me.. and it was my first time being prophesied[if that's how you spell it] over! haahhaa... awesome mehnnn, and thank God that i-dont-know-who caught me.. :)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after snl, we got to eat, yo! so, they're indians you see.. and indians love... MAMAK! and the only place he goes to is to kayu, at ss2.. so off we went, the 3 of them, the 4 of us and my pastor.. and when we arrived........ it was super luin.. there was so many people, kinda noisy, and we were ordering food and stuff and half talking to the pastor and saying hi to my dad... you get what i mean.. it ws kinda a havoc.. thn throughout all this, my sister was like, kahhoo is here... and i heard a bit, didnt care, thn my mom said, ong ka ting is here.. and i hardly heard.. so i didnt care.. thn my sister shook my and said... " KAHHOO IS HERE!".. and my dad was like.. "amanda ahh? oh, amanda".... ==.. thn i realised.. KAHHOO IS HERE! so nvm.. thn after giving my super extra oh-my-gosh-what-are-you-doing-here look and wave to hoo and jasper, i sat down.. finally pulling myself back together.. thn my mom said again, " ong ka ting is here!".. like wtv, i dont care.. ==.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVOC weeiii! but whatever, it was all good.. we had dinner cum supper thn the pastor asked me what was my dream.. i said, " I WANNA GO TO HARVARD".. and he tapped my head lightly and he was like.. YOU WILL GO TO HARVARD! amen, to that! hahhaa... thn we went home.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guys, see ya at HARVARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-2157545716380877956?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2157545716380877956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=2157545716380877956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2157545716380877956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2157545716380877956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/see-told-ya-ive-got-nothing-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-3108847757630393896</id><published>2008-11-28T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:58:14.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay... so far, i have NOT been blogging.. why? cuz i've got nothing to blog about, obviously.. like lets say i go to school right, at elast i have stuff to blog bout people and stuff like that... but anyway.. i went to the immigration today, to get my passport done.. i'm going for a holiday, you see.. ahh, lightbulb huh.. so.. i went to the immigration and i saw my sis' classmate, which looked super durh.. like, he literally looked like ==... no joke weii.. so we waited from 1030am till 1150am.. almost died waiting, tho i made friends with this really really cute ah boy, which looked super leng chai.. i bet next time when he grows up, he'll be like a jawdropper.. that's how cut ehe is, and i bet he'll transform into HOT next time.. hahhaa.. unfortunately, i think he's like 3 years old, which is 12 years younger thn me.. and i dont think i'll marry a guy 12 freaking years younger thn me.. ==...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so.. after the passport stuff was done, we went over to sunway.. my mom was like.. okaylah, i treat you all ole ole bali.. and the food there is seriously good! i didnt like the ambience, its a bit too much for me.. but the foooood! the FOOOD! fuyoh, its soooo chun and the good part, they come in big portions.. :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STAT44oj3bI/AAAAAAAAA4c/88zFTV53eeM/s1600-h/42-17322572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STAT44oj3bI/AAAAAAAAA4c/88zFTV53eeM/s320/42-17322572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273737031646961074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, and my dad picked up the telephone today.. and he was like " hello, how may i help you? "... in a nice tone kinda way.. and he talked to the person on the other line, which apparently is my mom's ex schoolmate.. and after he put the phone down, my sis and i were like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH, you are sooo FAKE on the phone.. and his super chun response was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS CALLED &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TELEPHONE ETIQUETTE&lt;/span&gt;, NOT FAKE. that's what's gonna get you your JOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the next time you're gonna shout into the phone, remember, TELEPHONE ETIQUETTE. your future job relies on it. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, okkkkaaaaaayyy..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-3108847757630393896?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3108847757630393896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=3108847757630393896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/3108847757630393896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/3108847757630393896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay_28.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/STAT44oj3bI/AAAAAAAAA4c/88zFTV53eeM/s72-c/42-17322572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-2477654003154296434</id><published>2008-11-24T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:32:26.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'VE GOT 7As!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-AS SO I DREAMT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-2477654003154296434?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2477654003154296434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=2477654003154296434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2477654003154296434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2477654003154296434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-got-7as-as-so-i-dreamt.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-7374653828966707516</id><published>2008-11-23T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:05:45.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahhaa, i'm blogging again.. :).. slept pretty late last night, somehow i couldnt fall asleep.. anywho... my dad applied for a job at sri kl school, its a private school, which i think charges jsut as much as sri kdu, when it comes to kids.. you see, students that study in kerajaan schools pay only like 50 bucks a year, including class fund and those crappy stuff, for a whole year of schooling. durh, that's why its called a government school, no? and usually, private school kids are stuck up, snobby, RICH kids, who practically live in bangalows and have a million maids and a million dogs.. USUALLY. well, my dad went for a couple of interviews with the hr and hm of that school, and its seems like they're gonna hire him.. SEEMS like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sri kl is NOT ocated in kl, its located beside taylor's college, in SUBANG.. my area of course.. so, the controversy is.. if my dad works at sri kl, who's gonna fetch me to school in the near future? and the solution is, my neighbour teaches at USJ something school, a pretty close distance to my house.... so, i guess ya'll get the message huh? my dad wants me to move, and my mom's like.. NO NEED lahh.. so i' m stuck in the middle, i dont know if i'll be going to the usj something school or not.. i seriously dont know.. but whatever, only time will tell huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : who wants to go climbing this thursday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-7374653828966707516?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7374653828966707516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=7374653828966707516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/7374653828966707516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/7374653828966707516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/hahhaa-im-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-1121726812366095240</id><published>2008-11-23T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:22:38.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha, hey people.. i'm sooo elated right now.. why? why, you ask? well, its cuz i got yof's 30th nov 2008 ice breaker 2008, NAILED!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like seriously mehnn.. i searched it up the internet, but whatever, i still got it.. i got the perfect GAME.. a pretty awesome game, if you ask me.. hahahaha, alright.. so... i watched...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SSgwUMQZw0I/AAAAAAAAA4U/T4gDpNEc_sM/s1600-h/game_plan_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SSgwUMQZw0I/AAAAAAAAA4U/T4gDpNEc_sM/s320/game_plan_ver2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271516487282705218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for the second time.. mehnn, this show seriously makes me miss tj more weiii... yea, watched the movie with em last year before he left.. well actually, its the only movie i watched with em.. hahahaha, and dude, if you're reading this, FIX YOUR LIPS! hahahhaa.. well, inside joke.. anyway, i think i'll be going climbing this thursday, that's if my dad allows me to.. and i tihnk i'll be going to look for a job soon.. and thursday, can't wait for thursday! hahahahhaa... hmm, so what's happening on thursday? well, its for me to know and you to find out.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight, so i just had dinner with my extended family.. all of em, except meng, cuz he had to work..well, yea.. they came over for the 1st time in 28563960 years.. they hardly come over, we usually go to their place.. more convinient, i think.. and we had an AWESOME dinner.. a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dinner, to be precise.. hahaha.. pics will be up soon, when i get them resized.. :).. they wont be touched up, dont worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[obviously they won't be touched up, cuz i dont know how to. ==]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-1121726812366095240?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1121726812366095240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=1121726812366095240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/1121726812366095240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/1121726812366095240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/hahaha-hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SSgwUMQZw0I/AAAAAAAAA4U/T4gDpNEc_sM/s72-c/game_plan_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-6044575181709077042</id><published>2008-11-22T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:45:52.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ahh, hey... i'm back from my long gone trip, which was only from tuesday to today, friday.. yeap, spent time with my khai ma and my former babysitter, which i still consider her as my babysitter, btw.. so yea, and impossibly, i watched HOKKIEN dramas.. those hokkien drama's are oh so scandalous.. like seriously mehnn, crazy.. this one like that one, that one's apparently this one's best friend, thn best friend's brother likes another one..... and so one... and obviously, the make it all so hang kei at the end of the show so that everyone else would catch it the next day, same time.. and that's how the get the ratings up.. wowm not bad.. i think i could study this teleshowcase crap.. hahaha.. and, my khai ma has officially sponsored me a pair of size 4 rc shoes... HOWEVER, there's a however.... who's gonna sponsor me my harness? ah hah! thats the big idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, guess what's happening on thursday.. hmm, i think its someone's BIRTHDAYYY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-6044575181709077042?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6044575181709077042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=6044575181709077042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6044575181709077042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6044575181709077042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahh-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-2598581081603546951</id><published>2008-11-18T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:54:08.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh right, i'm back here, blogging. okay, well.. i just came back from putrajaya.. and i know, you're asking me.. what were you doing at putrajaya weii? well, i went with my dad to collect someone's ic from the kerajaan place, which we then found out that his ic was at the nramch in pj state.. so, the trip to putrajaya was disia-siakan.. and no, i did not go look for kahhoo, tho his campus is in putrajaya. the boy went to midvalley and texted me at 1159am.. like, who would be awake at that time when you slept at 3am the previous night? hahahha... so anyway, daddy and i went sight seeing, nothing much to see really, just badawi's house bla bla bla.. which wasnt much of a WOW factor, it was just weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, at least i'm home.. hey, btw. i wont be blogging for the next couple of days, i'll be at kl with my khai ma and my baby sitter.. that's so awesome isnt it? hahhaa, i get to see her new house.. :P.. well, condo actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, i still need a sponsor, remember? so if you are willing to sponsor me, kindly leave a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;comment&lt;/span&gt;. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-2598581081603546951?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2598581081603546951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=2598581081603546951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2598581081603546951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2598581081603546951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-right-im-back-here-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-766683336335092787</id><published>2008-11-18T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T01:50:47.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey you. i just came back from camp5.. i know, again right? haha.. well, like kevinlau says.. "OOHHH, you addicted already!".. hahaha, yea.. he's right alright.. i am addicted.. but i cant exactly go anymore, limiting myself to like 2-3 times a month.. no money, no talk.. kena char siewed by my dad yesterday when i told him i was going rock climbing again today.. he told me that its not easy to earn money bla bla bla and said that ppl like yeanching and jorhan are working so they can afford this and stuff like that.. kinda true, but no one wants to hire me, i cant do anything bout it right? so anyway, i completed my red! after 4 failures, i finally did it.. and i completed the ruby and the high wall.. which is good of course.. since i wasnt expecting myself to climb the high wall today.. and i passed my BELAYING TEST! hahaha, laujorhan passed me.. and i think he gimme chance, so not really counted.. hahaha, i got to belay him and yeanching, everyone else is just too fat.. =x.. and when they fell, i FLEW! and its fun mehn, except that i almost ter-banged myself into the wall, but besides that, its all good.. and i had kavinlau and vincent pua push me back onto the groud. paiseh-nyerrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw, i reached a little bit earlier thn the rest of em.. so yea.. but luckily, cc maykin was at ou.. so ngam her company was doing some charity work, selling pencils and notebooks for reasonable prices and all the money goes to charity.. and i made a sale! to yeanching, of course. she claims to be soft hearted. ==.. and thn told everyone else that i conned her.. apalah ni... but nyway, today was great.. managed to jugle shoes with yeanching, so i only paid for entrace fee and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uncushioned&lt;/span&gt; harness.. which i now have bruises on my ass.. oh yea, bruises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so, someone sponsor me a cushioned harness and a size 4 pair of rc shoes, will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-766683336335092787?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/766683336335092787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=766683336335092787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/766683336335092787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/766683336335092787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-you_17.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-2081643047842738026</id><published>2008-11-17T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:46:18.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SSBM_vQ4wuI/AAAAAAAAA4M/CZ2evMk3gqA/s1600-h/The+Nanny+Diaries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SSBM_vQ4wuI/AAAAAAAAA4M/CZ2evMk3gqA/s320/The+Nanny+Diaries.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269296221926245090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i'm currently on a movie frenzy.. well, not really actually.. its that so ngam when i switch to the movie channels, some super nice show would be on.. like i watched outsourced on star world at 8pm and after it was over, i switched to star movies and caught NANNY DIARIES, when it just started.. chun timing huh? well, so i managed to catch the whole movie, with slight interruption from my mom, who was asking silly quesitons while watching the movie.. the movie's good, like really good.. especially the part where chris evans was in it. personally, dude looks alot hotter in this show thn fantastic four..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SSBM78AmYwI/AAAAAAAAA4E/zOu46zjMDBw/s1600-h/tn2_chris_evans_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SSBM78AmYwI/AAAAAAAAA4E/zOu46zjMDBw/s320/tn2_chris_evans_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269296156628116226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on the right side, my mom thinks he's HOT too.. yeap, seems like there's where i got my oh-my-gosh-that-guy-is-so-hot-and-i-shall-start-stalking-you-now disease.. yeap, my MOM.. maybe in this show, chris was more on the "soft" side and not so show offish.. if you get what i mean. and mehhnnn, my mom has GREAT TASTE. what i meant was, CHECK OUT THOSE ABS YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : catch the nanny diaires if you can. its worth your hour an a half, plus, chris evans is in it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-2081643047842738026?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2081643047842738026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=2081643047842738026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2081643047842738026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2081643047842738026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-im-currently-on-movie-frenzy.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SSBM_vQ4wuI/AAAAAAAAA4M/CZ2evMk3gqA/s72-c/The+Nanny+Diaries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-4704071891297027370</id><published>2008-11-16T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:53:03.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ohh.. hey people, i'm back.. dear frequent readers, i reJOINED dance! well, yea.. i did.. yesterday.. and i was like 50 minutes late for dance, no one cared, so i guess it was good.. or maybe cuz it was my first day in many many years, so got off the hook.. :).. yay, lucky me.. so anyway, i learned some new moves with doris, doreen and nailin, and stuff like that.. dance starts at 1130am and ends at 1pm.. however, i was at church from 1225pm to 605pm.. ohh yea, pay back for what i missed? hahaha.. well, no.. my parents had a meeting from 3-6, so i decided to just tag along home after finish.. takkan make them cross the toll a million times right? so yea.. and when i got home, i was dead tired.. tokok tambah my lack of stamina from my -oh-my-gosh-i-havent-danced-in-years and the new steps i had to soak in.. ohh yea, that was FUN. hahahaa.. but its nice to be able to join dance again, something that i've missed for years, my passion being stuck with the dance group.. its awemome now that there are more people and most of the old people evolved into more super keng chun dancers and i'm like rusa masuk kampung........ it was paiseh at first. so i woke up this morning, as you guessed it! my legs were hurting like crap! not my legs, just my thighs precisely.. and i slept at 3something am last night and woke up at 930am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i'm going rock climbing again tomoro.. just tomoro, i cant go twice a week anymore, i am MONEYLESS.. and my mom agreed the pay for my gears.. oh, osunds good doesnt it? well, ada udang di sebalik batu.. like i mean, how can she be so nice? and apparently she says.. "i pay RM12 for your gears to go in tomoro".. ohhh... not buy for me! ==.. i thought she wanted to buy for me.. cheh, i bet she wouldnt get me the gears, so i'm still looking for a SPONSOR. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fyi, PASTOR CATHRYN &amp;amp; 1AM BAND are cordially invited to DUMC's XYZ camp as speakers and performers.. and oh yea... i'm totally going. no one is at the moment is, except me. me, AMANDA PHUAH CHENG LI. yea.. and we gotta come up with "talent time" which is super hard, cuz i'm 'in charge' of the script and bla bla bla, and that was even before pc asked if i could go.. she just told me bout the talent time thing and asked me to WIN, WIN, WIN and at that time, i wasnt even confirmed on going yet. oh well.. looks like i have to go anyway.. but my mom says okay, but i thought it was a little pricey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-4704071891297027370?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4704071891297027370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=4704071891297027370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/4704071891297027370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/4704071891297027370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/ohh.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-4700751712091776728</id><published>2008-11-14T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:43:56.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;currently addicted to ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock climbing, camp5, ou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SR2M8fJLC_I/AAAAAAAAA38/0t8bdCLKdTE/s1600-h/manz+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SR2M8fJLC_I/AAAAAAAAA38/0t8bdCLKdTE/s320/manz+092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268522109873359858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so.. i don't know when i'll be going back.. i'm really planning on taking up this sport seriously.. but, firstly.. lemme list down the things that i've gotta pay to enter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need;&lt;br /&gt;1) parental guidance [not really parental, just anyone above 18 that is an eligibal member of camp5 i.e            yeanching]&lt;br /&gt;2) money for rental;&lt;br /&gt;    shoes    RM7&lt;br /&gt;    harness    RM5&lt;br /&gt;    entrance fee    RM18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, looks like this is an expensive sport huh? well, you bet it is.. and its funn! that's why its expensive rightt? so, the whole reason i'm blogging about this is that... I NEED A SPONSOR! i need someone to sponsor harness and shoes for me... according to neil, shoes costs RM75 and harness costs bout like RM200.. and on a long run, obviously buying my own gears are cheaper.. like if i go to camp 5 like 10 times, i'll already be paying for my shoes, if i rent... get it? anyway.. wtv lahh, i just need a sponsor... i dont mind paying the entrace fee, the price is pretty resonable... but paying RM18 + RM12 = RM30.. takkan everytime i go camp 5 i must pay RM30 rightt?? so if i go twice RM60 will be coming out from my pocket... imagine me going like twice a week for the whole year, do the math yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, therefore;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I REALLY REALLY NEED A GREAT,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RICH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SPONSOR.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-4700751712091776728?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4700751712091776728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=4700751712091776728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/4700751712091776728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/4700751712091776728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/currently-addicted-to-rock-climbing.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SR2M8fJLC_I/AAAAAAAAA38/0t8bdCLKdTE/s72-c/manz+092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-5804978169368192852</id><published>2008-11-14T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:03:52.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i'm a horrible person.... this whole week has been amazingly retarded, for me.. i had mamak for practically the whole week, either for lunch or dinner, except for tuesday.. tuesday was exceptional..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday :  dinner cum supper/ maggimee goreng/ sri melur [yeanching]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[no tuesday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday : lunch/nasi kandar/ sri melur [daddy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday : dinner cum supper/ roti pizza / mosin [yeanching, alex, bernard, haoying, john, kevinlau, jorhan]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday : lunch/ roti bom [whihc i amazingly didnt finish]/ sri melur [daddy and sister]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righttt.. seee... told you i had mamak the whole week.. can die ahh... and i went rock climbing twice this week... and thanks to neil's recomendation, i went bouldering... and i fell, ass on my foot.. arrghhh. mehn did that hurt.. but at least i finished 2 colours,  yellow on the high wall... summor people say its supposed to be  easy... mana tau.... sooo hard, and bernard as my belayer, was swinging down there.. ==.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and people are going hiking to see sunrise this saturday, which is tomoro.. but no! i cannot.. because, people expect me to wake up at 430am to see the sunrise, which i dont even know if  i'll be asleep by thn.... so, i'm not going.. plus, i think there's something going on with little girl and little boy... nyek nyek nyek.. thats for me to know and you to find out.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-5804978169368192852?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5804978169368192852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=5804978169368192852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5804978169368192852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5804978169368192852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-im-horrible-person.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-6944784577061808178</id><published>2008-11-13T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:17:04.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRsPhBMLgMI/AAAAAAAAA30/4B6MpYDkRpU/s1600-h/jared-leto_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRsPhBMLgMI/AAAAAAAAA30/4B6MpYDkRpU/s320/jared-leto_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267821249069547714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey... i watched urban legend today.. why did i watch that show? well.. at first.. i went down to ss2 to pick my sis up and for dinner... so the usual when i go down to ss2 is.. get the star 2 newspaper and checkout the comics, thn see our lame rtm tv time schedules.. and so, i did that today.. after comicing, i turned over.. and something striked! a picture of someone, non other thn the super hot/scruffy JARED LETO.. i know, he's sooo hot.. plus, i love his hair.. so, cut the crap.. umm, newspaper said that at 10pm, urban legend's showing, starring (pic), jared leto.. hahahaa.. so i had to watch it.. but i forgot! like NOOO! and it was like1130 already.. and i quickly turned the tv on to channel102, which is rtm 2 for those who dont know.. and it was gonna end.. so i kept watching till the end, and thankfully, he made his final appearance on set.. like WWOOOOOW.. he cut his hair, shaved a little, but still maintained the semi-scruffy look and mehnnnn.. his crystal blue eyes are to die for.... so, go watch URBAN LEGEND! plus, dude has the BOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-6944784577061808178?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6944784577061808178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=6944784577061808178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6944784577061808178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6944784577061808178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRsPhBMLgMI/AAAAAAAAA30/4B6MpYDkRpU/s72-c/jared-leto_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-6628351517461560312</id><published>2008-11-12T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:08:14.706+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hhahaha.. soo.. what did i do after HSM plan? well, i might have accidentally blabbed it out to a couple of people, but just in case you didnt know, i went rock climbing at camp5 in ou... yes, i know what you're thinking.. you sure can climb anot? so skinny.. well, pictures will prove ya'll wrong, yo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRqGNeHT7rI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ojEbjt7gG8U/s1600-h/manz+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRqGNeHT7rI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ojEbjt7gG8U/s320/manz+082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267670280143367858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lemme tell you, the women's locker room is sooo chun.. its like super clean, and the shower thing is soo cool.. i didnt shower there tho, just had a peek at the shower place thing thing.. the concept is like really simple, everything is cemented and thn painted grey.. and it sooo clean.. practically the no.1 reason i totally want to go back.. and the ladies' locker room place thing says " STRICTLY NO OVERNIGHT STORAGE.".. how awesome is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRqG_d4JI8I/AAAAAAAAA28/QQrSLQf53OI/s1600-h/manz+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRqG_d4JI8I/AAAAAAAAA28/QQrSLQf53OI/s320/manz+096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267671139073205186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ohh right.. btw.. i went with yeanching and jorhan.. apparently, jorhan is like some super chunted semi pro something something.. well, technically, he just goes there alot..  and i was his second student, after yeanching.. and he dubbed me.. " best student"... yeanching must be soooo paiseh, cuz i pawned the double figure of 8 knot in like a minute.. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRqGdIPoG2I/AAAAAAAAA2k/4BSDTWXrkgs/s1600-h/manz+094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRqGdIPoG2I/AAAAAAAAA2k/4BSDTWXrkgs/s320/manz+094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267670549150571362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and after that, it was yeanching's turn.. so.. i took the pics this time! and she pawned her seafoam coloured rocks and stiked a super cacated half superman pose! well, she's been trying to pawn that colour since forever, and because i was there to give her moral support, [plus jorhan who kinda pulled her up up a bit], she did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRqGl6gJJkI/AAAAAAAAA2s/7dqAUenkxXI/s1600-h/manz+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRqGl6gJJkI/AAAAAAAAA2s/7dqAUenkxXI/s320/manz+096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267670700080571970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRqG38vwYpI/AAAAAAAAA20/X3b3V_CUr64/s1600-h/manz+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRqG38vwYpI/AAAAAAAAA20/X3b3V_CUr64/s320/manz+090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267671009920574098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and thn, it was my turn again.. we had to take turns cuz we were sharing harness and shoes... the shoes are a killer weii! like seriously.. cuz rock climbing shoes are like bent at the front.. so your toes would technically be curled while you're climbing.. so yea, i kinda felt like those super old china ladies who bind their feet as a sign of "beauty" in the ancient days... ==.. and there's jorhan, just a closer look.. he was having the sniffles that day, i feel so bad that he had to belay me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRqHMgr3dqI/AAAAAAAAA3M/XeF7v__7ZL0/s1600-h/manz+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRqHMgr3dqI/AAAAAAAAA3M/XeF7v__7ZL0/s1600-h/manz+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRqHMgr3dqI/AAAAAAAAA3M/XeF7v__7ZL0/s320/manz+102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267671363165320866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and, i totally pawned the tiger coloured rocks.. note : i pawned 4 colours that day; orange, blue, tiger and volcano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRqHVGHntWI/AAAAAAAAA3c/ZdHJblh5PW8/s1600-h/manz+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRqHVGHntWI/AAAAAAAAA3c/ZdHJblh5PW8/s320/manz+107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267671510652794210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and thn.. SWITCH! yeanching's turn again.. ahhaa.. this time, she too the grey rocks, on the hard wall.. fyi, i got stuck at the easy wall, cuz apparently i'm not pro enough.. obviously, it was my first time.. jorhan wouldnt even let me belay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRqHRP8si_I/AAAAAAAAA3U/jEIdsev0Cco/s1600-h/manz+103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRqHRP8si_I/AAAAAAAAA3U/jEIdsev0Cco/s320/manz+103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267671444571851762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRqHFvAe4NI/AAAAAAAAA3E/XDmjdH3to6Y/s1600-h/manz+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRqHFvAe4NI/AAAAAAAAA3E/XDmjdH3to6Y/s320/manz+099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267671246750802130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and, lemme tell you something.. LEEYEANCHING could totally read my mind.. i saw her pouch, the whiite pouch thing i'm sticking my hand into.. its actually a chalk bag, when your hands get sweaty while climbing, just stick your hands in it and it works like a charm.. bye bye sweaty palms.. hahaha.. and when she started climbing, i spotted the bag.. after she was done, it was my turn and i asked her what the bag was for.. after explaining, she passed me the bag and said.. " i know you want it, makes you look more professional right?".. hahahaa.. and i was like, OMGOSH, i was seriously gonna tell her that.. hahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRqHaRcRbVI/AAAAAAAAA3k/ANtclymh68w/s1600-h/manz+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRqHaRcRbVI/AAAAAAAAA3k/ANtclymh68w/s320/manz+111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267671599591550290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i did NOT pawn the red rocks, because i was super tired and my hands were failing me.. but i think i'll be going back again tomoro to pawn the red oness.. and its fun to dangle in the air sometime, but thinking that your life is in the hands of JORHAN and merely the figure of 8 knot, i had other thoughts running through my mind......... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-6628351517461560312?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6628351517461560312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=6628351517461560312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6628351517461560312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6628351517461560312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/hhahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRqGNeHT7rI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ojEbjt7gG8U/s72-c/manz+082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-3883604363891001673</id><published>2008-11-11T17:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:28:20.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fritz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRlO1Eo9u6I/AAAAAAAAA10/tGMa1gQnnO4/s1600-h/manz+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRlO1Eo9u6I/AAAAAAAAA10/tGMa1gQnnO4/s320/manz+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267327912872098722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;awwww, don't you think that fritz is just to cutest? well, i do! yes, ME! hahaha.. this is fritz, my fat dog.. he rarely sleeps in the house, more so because my dad doesnt allow him in, or he'll be too excited.. and the day was sooo hot, so i think he just decided to take a snooze on the cool marble floor..with his ears flopped down covering his eyes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRlO_wiFUKI/AAAAAAAAA2U/qnXQMJdALzo/s1600-h/manz+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRlO_wiFUKI/AAAAAAAAA2U/qnXQMJdALzo/s320/manz+050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267328096453087394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and this, is our mail box... or.. its fritz's brand new hideout/refuge... genevieve thought him how to sit there and since then, he'll sit there whenever he's really really hot or just for fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRlO9HZWWDI/AAAAAAAAA2M/LuoFu6v8wLU/s1600-h/manz+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRlO9HZWWDI/AAAAAAAAA2M/LuoFu6v8wLU/s320/manz+047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267328051050862642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fritz! listen..... sit... and now, STAY!! fritz must be like, can i get my treat yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRlO6pxLjeI/AAAAAAAAA2E/r_Mmi3HoxG8/s1600-h/manz+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRlO6pxLjeI/AAAAAAAAA2E/r_Mmi3HoxG8/s320/manz+045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267328008738016738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here's fritz walking down the catwalk.. ehh, i meant.. walking down the dogwalk.. i mean.. our car porch.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRlO3yHqd6I/AAAAAAAAA18/aGMzro_1XCU/s1600-h/manz+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRlO3yHqd6I/AAAAAAAAA18/aGMzro_1XCU/s320/manz+044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267327959440193442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmm, you bet that treat was yummy.. can i have another? hahaha.. lemme tell you, the dog treat smells so good, i think i could even eat it if i wanted to... seriously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still more to come.. what happened after the HSM plan?! Oo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-3883604363891001673?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3883604363891001673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=3883604363891001673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/3883604363891001673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/3883604363891001673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/awwww-dont-you-think-that-fritz-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRlO1Eo9u6I/AAAAAAAAA10/tGMa1gQnnO4/s72-c/manz+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-1583984886483326385</id><published>2008-11-11T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:27:00.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRlBXwPDBkI/AAAAAAAAA1s/QVHoYdmJdow/s1600-h/manz+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRlBXwPDBkI/AAAAAAAAA1s/QVHoYdmJdow/s320/manz+078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267313115527317058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PICTURE OF THE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MAN &amp;amp; JAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10/11/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;QUESTION: what happened to des?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s : this photo is totally not edited, tho it has the smoky effect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-1583984886483326385?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1583984886483326385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=1583984886483326385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/1583984886483326385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/1583984886483326385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/picture-of-day-man-jan-10112008.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRlBXwPDBkI/AAAAAAAAA1s/QVHoYdmJdow/s72-c/manz+078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-6712646383380370793</id><published>2008-11-11T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:22:47.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRk5h0nK6jI/AAAAAAAAA0c/a1SlNo_1Lo8/s1600-h/manz+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRk5h0nK6jI/AAAAAAAAA0c/a1SlNo_1Lo8/s320/manz+058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267304492407908914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRk5VolFXUI/AAAAAAAAA0M/37fXDFufHYM/s1600-h/manz+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRk5VolFXUI/AAAAAAAAA0M/37fXDFufHYM/s320/manz+056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267304283019500866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRk5cc4xPhI/AAAAAAAAA0U/YidTpnRTaP4/s1600-h/manz+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRk5cc4xPhI/AAAAAAAAA0U/YidTpnRTaP4/s320/manz+057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267304400139927058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. so.. on monday, which was yesterday.. the gang, MIB went to ou to carry out our so called super chunted outing plan thinga ma bob.. and thanks to DESTINEE KOH SWEE YIN [picture no.1], i went there super early. tho des and her retards were there earlier, at like 11... i only arrived at 12... i was busy using my clinique sample product the clinique people gave in school earlier last week.. thats why i took like about an hour to get ready, including taking my shower and packing all my "stuff"... retards above : des, shiva, syahir and xing.. and i bet you can tell by the race.. ==, durhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRk50Hx_gaI/AAAAAAAAA08/tdVJqUg-s0U/s1600-h/manz+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRk50Hx_gaI/AAAAAAAAA08/tdVJqUg-s0U/s320/manz+064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267304806791217570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRk5rX4-9OI/AAAAAAAAA0s/nikAC4hJFy0/s1600-h/manz+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRk5rX4-9OI/AAAAAAAAA0s/nikAC4hJFy0/s320/manz+061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267304656496686306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRk5nKxk65I/AAAAAAAAA0k/VbeU8htVwmc/s1600-h/manz+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRk5nKxk65I/AAAAAAAAA0k/VbeU8htVwmc/s320/manz+060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267304584256482194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, after everyone arrived, except steven, kedric, calvin and charanpal [ because they had other plans i think], umm.. we went to eat.. yea.. guys wanted to eat at kfc, so we went.. tho personally, i hate kfc.. i dont know, maybe its the email i received, saying that kfc's chicken isnt really chicken.. its some retarded GMO creature thing... GMO means, genetically modified organism. just in case you cant remember, LEONG XING YAO.. and thn, i ran to Carls Jr to get my burger, cuz like i said, i refused to eat kfc.. so grabbed my burger and my drink, and went to the bowling alley.. which they guys were already there waiting their turn to play.. i didnt play, but i was watching in awe of david's skills while enjoying my famous star burger, onion rings and a cup full of ice lemon tea... picture above from top to toe : vino, shiva, xing... and and, trust me.. i took a picture with vino earlier on without flash, and i seriously couldnt see him! so the pic above was taken with flash. [obviously].. sorry vino, but you know that already.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and after that.. we ewent to watch HSm3, which i thought was wayyy too much.. well yea, HSM is a musical thats why they call it high school MUSICAL, but i thought they seriously over did it.. like it was all too much.. and sitting in between shiva and xing, plus waiphun sitting beside xing, it was a blast when waiphun kept making jokes out of them during the movie.. and mehnn, we were laughing the whole way through eventhough it was the semi serious parts... plus, honestly, we all agreed that they should have rated HSM3 pg13.. why? all the skirt flinging and underwear showing and boob touching + kan fu yam fu parts are just toooo much for kids nowadays to watch.. like mehhnn, stop corrupting the minds of our future pemimpin negaras.. spt bak pepatah kata, negara kita tanggungjawab kita.. and how can i still remember that phrase? ==..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRk58pe-ivI/AAAAAAAAA1M/oYDCDIU7_RI/s1600-h/manz+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRk58pe-ivI/AAAAAAAAA1M/oYDCDIU7_RI/s320/manz+075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267304953277221618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRk54cWaXZI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ncXYoBD9lmU/s1600-h/manz+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRk54cWaXZI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ncXYoBD9lmU/s320/manz+074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267304881032158610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRk5vOdOi-I/AAAAAAAAA00/Gd-ueByH-3s/s1600-h/manz+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRk5vOdOi-I/AAAAAAAAA00/Gd-ueByH-3s/s320/manz+063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267304722683825122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and after the movie, we went bowling again! and this time, i played too! if you didnt know, i'm really really bad at bowling.. the last time i went bowling with jan and xing, i only scored 14 points, and mind you, handicap was included int aht miserable 14 points.. and look at the scores now! i lost, but at least i scored 48 points WITHOUT handicap! i'm so proud of myself right now.. so proud, i actually could cry.. teras of joy, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S = SuperXing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M = MandyPanty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B = BullJanYi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L = LameDes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, i have the coolest most awesome name in the whole world. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRk7J_rCy1I/AAAAAAAAA1k/Qr0si2FBjv8/s1600-h/manz+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRk7J_rCy1I/AAAAAAAAA1k/Qr0si2FBjv8/s320/manz+079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267306282083339090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after bowling, we pooled.. the pool table part thing thing is in the same place as the bowling alley.. so we pooled.. we were separated into 2 teams, the noob table and the pro table.. obviously, i'm in the noob table.. however, i managed to pawn xing and shiva's scores added together..  i got 7 in, they got like 6 in all together, but since i gave them chance, i let xing get the last black ball in which is 2 points..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeapp.. and that concluded the HSM plan, but apparently, there's more! something else happened after that... ...... after the HSM plan, something totally occured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna know, stay tuned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-6712646383380370793?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6712646383380370793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=6712646383380370793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6712646383380370793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/6712646383380370793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRk5h0nK6jI/AAAAAAAAA0c/a1SlNo_1Lo8/s72-c/manz+058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-7537418961189296664</id><published>2008-11-09T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:42:42.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRbYgCBpXTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/I884p2fKOY8/s1600-h/11597-samir-nasri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRbYgCBpXTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/I884p2fKOY8/s320/11597-samir-nasri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266634859067563314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey peeps.. well, i'm blogging, once again.... but this time, there's a slight teency wincy change.. i'm not blogging for myself actually, i'm blogging for miss DESTINESS KOH SWEE YIN [ a member of our 3 musketeers].. right.. remember i told you bout heading off to neil's for a get together and to watch the game? well, it was samir nasri who scored the 2 goals for arsenal, leading them to the great defeat of 2-1 trashing MU right behind them.. and once the dude scored, des went.. "mehnn, he's sooo hot!"... irony? right in front of SHIVA SKANTHAN which she called the love of his life a couple of minutes ago.. so anyway, presonally, i do NOT think that nasri is cute nor hot.. however, there's a HOWEVER! however, the dude has skills yo! like serious crap.. he scored like 2 goals! well, when he was running across the quad, i thought that his legs seemed kinda sengeted, but coming to think of it, i think its just the shin guards.. and mind you, these football players will use any part of their body except their hands to hit the ball... yeap, you guessed it.. that's the SPOT.. its kinda disgusting tho, since after that everyone else has to kick the ball.. how very, EEWWW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i still like fabregas better.. some other guy from arsenal... yea.. the dude looks like sylar from heroes, which is smoking hot, just without the scruffy look.. or as malaysian/ah beng [frm phua chu kang] says, GOATIE.. and and CHRISTIANO RONALDO got officially PAWNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-7537418961189296664?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7537418961189296664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=7537418961189296664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/7537418961189296664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/7537418961189296664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SRbYgCBpXTI/AAAAAAAAA0E/I884p2fKOY8/s72-c/11597-samir-nasri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-392799106772318598</id><published>2008-11-09T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T10:15:13.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aigghhht people, i'm blogging from behind the scenes again.. where am i, exactly? well, i'm at CHURCH. yes, tho i had a really really miserable night last night, not at neil's party.. just after that... and i had a thorough conversation with jan.. bla bla bla... an i slept at like what? 330am? rawrrrr, i'm dead tired and here i am now, blogging when its 1005am... which is really really early for me.. i woke up at 900am this morning, so just do the math on how long i slept.. okay, i'm using the church's laptop now, since the normal oc is being reformatted, and this is just so weird.. everytime i click on a link, i cant just press enter.. when i press enter, nothing happens.. seriously.. so i gotta press the button.. which is soooo annoying cuz i gotta move my hand to the mouse which in my opinion, is very very far away... [its only like couple of inches away, but i still think its far... &gt;&lt;].. and and.. now i cant like skip a line cuz the enter thing wont work.. and i dont know how to skip using the mouse, which is so far away, mind you.. well, i've just been ajaked out by yeanching to go rock climb tomoro... however, it clashes with our HSM3 plan.. but we'll see which one i wanna go to.. since something came up with the HSM3 plan, last minute.. rawrrrr.. now i'm totally making myself feel like going for rock climbing, just to forget and of course, waste my time.. ==... oh yea, back to this morning.. goossh, see how mch i've drifted? well, like i said, its 10 something now.. and i'm at church.. i'm supposed to be at church at like 1045.. but why am i so early again? well, because LEEYEANCHING asked me if i could take my job back.. well, not technically, she just asked me if i could sit in for someone else, since that particular someone else will be late.. NNNOOOO! so.. i got my ass up at 9am and followed my parents to church.. how, fabulous. but whaetever lahh, cant rant anymore cuz i'm here and i still have to press the super chunn telephone cum door opener thinga ma bob.. and only special people get to use it, like myself. :D... i shall soo totally post a picture of the super chunn telephone cum door opener thinga ma bob next week, when i actually remember to bring my camera to church.. aww mehn, reminds me of the time rynn and ah cherr were leaving, we brought our cameras everywhere.. and now, i'm just making myself emo.. wth.. ==...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crappp, and i just found out that i've gotta press the enter button extra hard.. toooottt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-392799106772318598?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/392799106772318598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=392799106772318598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/392799106772318598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/392799106772318598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-4791399811270011561</id><published>2008-11-08T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:30:41.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey you... i just came back from neil's, we had our superr chun so-called party... not party lahh, just a get together.. but anyway.. i arrived late with my drinks, and they were like "why you so late?! we needed the drinks!".. and i thought.. ohh, so you want the drinks lahh, not eager to see me.. ==.. siu hei for a little while, thn got back into my usual mood.. thn... we had food, well when i arrived, half the food was gone.. so i only had like a a slice of pizza.. but thn, neil cooked pasta... it was pretty good, for a guy to cook... and lemme tell you.. neil's house's stove... is like the TAI CHOW stove.. serious weeii supperrr big! got the gaint hood summor..... and we were all like staring in awe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn.. it was the game! what game? ARSENAL vs MANU of course! neil and his super big giagantic screen tv... and of course, all of us watched arsenal trash MU 2-1... but the rafael guy was seriously lucky.. scored one goal before time was up.. not bad, since he replaced someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thn, we celebrated fiu and inkkie's belated birthday, the cake was gooooddd..... and des said.. "i dont like calvin already lahhh".. i know, so out of topic.. ==... but anyway, we had fun.. played a little bit of speed, des trashed me.. ==..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thn i had to go home.. which i totally forgot that i had to send shiva home... and last minute i asked my mom if she could send shiva home, and she was like.. can lahh, can lahh.. so we sent shiva home.. bla bla bla... and we have plans on monday!!! which i dont know if kedric will be able to make it.. well, i certainly hope he does, since he owes me LUNCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEDRIC KWAN, YOU BETTER MAKE IT OR I'LL EAT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-4791399811270011561?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4791399811270011561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=4791399811270011561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/4791399811270011561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/4791399811270011561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-you.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-520169654072535997</id><published>2008-11-08T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T02:12:14.062+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aiyahh... i just talked to rynn, after like soooo many years... well, maybe just a couple of weeks ago.. but i still miss her okay... plus, its already snowing in MN, while its sooo freaking hot here.. so i was just thinking right? if the polar ice caps really melt, it might snow in malaysia, no? i mean, despite the fact that we're on the freaking equator.. like, cuz the water gets evaporated and turns into clouds thing thing and maybe it'll turn into snow in malaysia? QUITE CRAPPING. it'll never snow in malaysia.. okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, apparently the plan is on now.. i dont know how.. i just wanna go and get my free lunch, and of course watch HSM3 for the sake of vino.. eventhough i really wanna watch 007 which is already showing.. but you know vino.. if he doenst get his HSM [ hindraf style ], he'd totally kill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this saturday, which is tomoro.. or later, since its alredy 210am, is neil's little get together party.. well, i wont exactly call it a LITTLE get together party.. in fact, its gonna be a HUGE get together party.. like almost everyone i know will be there, people that i have not been conversing with since forever.. stuff like that.. and and, they dont sell dr.pepper here... you know, the drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyway, NEIL pawned me at sushido and groword today. mehn, i really suck. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-520169654072535997?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/520169654072535997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=520169654072535997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/520169654072535997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/520169654072535997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/aiyahh.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-111957388095543334</id><published>2008-11-07T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:05:52.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teeth'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE GOT THEM BRACES OFF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wanna see? treat me lunch. ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-111957388095543334?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111957388095543334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=111957388095543334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/111957388095543334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/111957388095543334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-got-them-braces-off.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-3061670661742422148</id><published>2008-11-06T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:21:37.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;arrrggghhh... toooottt... this is sooo scrwed up.. i don't carea anymore lahh.. i'm not gonna plan any shit for ya'll.. you just go when you wanna go, and don't call me lahh.. cuz i'll end up calling everyone to see if they can make it and thn everything would be screwed up with you ppl stupid " if he go thn i go, if he go thn i go".. wth, be independant, you retards. wake up, be your age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-797298388903904118</id><published>2008-11-06T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:59:50.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ahhh.. i'm at my couz's place.. i just came back from kayu... btw ppl.. today's the last day of school.. well, i know i'm supposed to be all happy and stuff like that.. well, i kinda am happy that school's out and all.. but like.. i'm soo gonna be cut off from all the communication crap.... sooo... i'm totally gonna get a job.. no joke... prolly at pyramid, cuz my mom works there and it'll be easy transport... but on the other hand, no one wants to work with me... cuz everyone stays in pj... and it'll be soo mafan for me to come down everyday throughout the holidays, especially when i cant even use the pc here.. today's exceptional cuz my couz went to repair his watch and he said i could ue his new pc cuz the old one is totally crap.. plus, it turned off itself twice and the internet couldnt connect.. ==... i really need a job, in order to get the nokia6300 which i have been eyeing for a very long time.. however, there are like challenges...... big big ones... summor i'll be having my dental appointment tomoro at 4pm.. which would be an extra burden because i'm getting my retainers already.. and i'm going out on monday, which would be an extra extra burden.. but thn i just reminded myself that KEDRIC KWAN owes me lunch cuz i compiled his history project and i printed some pages for him.. so KEDRIC KWAN, if you're reading this... you owe me kunch.. which really comes in handy cuz i'm shrot on cash.. thats the pro.. con of it is.. i gotta get kedric's long lost belated present which is still in the shop.. hopefully, on discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, recently, i've searched in the enwspaper for jobs.. keying in data jobs.. they pay pretty good.. like 80 bucks a day, or 400 in a week on working days.. which i thought was pretty good, for someone my age to get.. thn i could get my phone i no time.. well,  challenge is that.. i've gotta go for an interview, tho the job is based at home.. and the place of the interview is at BUKIT BINTANG, and another is at PETALING STREET.. if petaling jaya thn i'd totally take it... but nooo... it had to be at petaling street.. anyway, i'm looking for a job.. so if anyone reads this, i'm 15.. and i can work part time for like a month.. i'm a really fast learner, and i'm pretty efficient.. and i have a qualification... i can PHOTOSTAT! well, you might think.. who cant photostat? well, honestly.. pretty many ppl i know dont know how to use the photostating machine.. so, leave a comment if you have a job for me and i'll get back to you, asap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of fretting.. here's some plans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VENUE : ONE UTAMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DATE : 10/11 OCT, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME : LUNCH till whenever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAN : we'll be watching hindraf school musical.. pool + shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE : 3 Cempaka's MIB [including daey and kedric], charan, jon, calvin.... you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can make it, please call des and tell her you can make it.. and i'm pretty sure that most of you have des's number......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, eveyone will be able to make it... and i hope it'll be super chun... and i pray that i wont be spending so much money.. and KEDRIC KWAN BETTER MAKE IT... cuz he owes me lunch... ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-797298388903904118?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/797298388903904118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=797298388903904118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/797298388903904118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/797298388903904118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-2451850448621568821</id><published>2008-11-04T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:05:33.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;TAGGED BY ;    OOISAYWEI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Instructions:Bold the statements that are true to you.Italicize the statements that you wish were true.Leave the fibs alone.Then, stab 5 people to do the same test.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m 170cm tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I don’t know what I want at the moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not happy.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I hate my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I hate my grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He drives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m bored of driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a white handbag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love dancing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go clubbing every week.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping is bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;I hav a tatoo of a star.&lt;br /&gt;I got my navel pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that take drugs.&lt;br /&gt;90% of my friends smoke.&lt;br /&gt;I still hang out with my ex, even though our break up was rather nasty.&lt;br /&gt;I’m studying Fashion.&lt;br /&gt;I have a business running.&lt;br /&gt;I hate cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;I hate someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have 10 Guess handbags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buy CLEO every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;My parents don’t know about my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have an iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I don’t have faith in the current “one”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My school mates know about my blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a fashion designer.&lt;br /&gt;I love rock emo bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate it when people cancel last minute meet ups.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m starting to like wearing dresses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High school's filled with drama.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My parents have faith in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ve bought shoes this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;A blogger bitched about me before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I hate sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart Italian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I hate meeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;I hate nail polish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The mother bear gives me hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school was the worst time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;People should start appreciating me.&lt;br /&gt;I have red hair.&lt;br /&gt;One Utama is my second home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I’m a guy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m scared of my Biology exam.&lt;br /&gt;I hate vacations.&lt;br /&gt;We’ll last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe in long distance relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I’ve robbed an old lady.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get high and smoke weed one day soon&lt;br /&gt;I’m starting to like applying make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was a tomboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At times I think I still am a tomboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I love bitching about people behind their backs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still have a best friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I hate surprise parties.&lt;br /&gt;I have a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate planning parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m a sinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got a DS light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a Wii.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can live without music.&lt;br /&gt;Video games are a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the father bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love being in love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know how to cook.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have 100% freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Boys are assholes.&lt;br /&gt;I hate Math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I love horror films.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I slept in my parents’ room for 3 days after watching Scream when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with what I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My old friends keep in touch with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I don’t read newspapers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The news is such a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;I hate animals.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t live without make-up.&lt;br /&gt;I curse like a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy with my 11 year old car.&lt;br /&gt;I hate people that are smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Apple Juice&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t drink for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that everyone in their teens have lost their virginity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I’ve got a new phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’m going to get a new pair of shoes by the end of this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t worked out since March.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love my friends and family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally gonna tag;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KittLei&lt;br /&gt;-KahHoo&lt;br /&gt;-Eddie&lt;br /&gt;-XingYao&lt;br /&gt;-JanYi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : i did not tag ah cherr and rynn because i know you'll think its a waste of time anddd... you just finished the first tag.. :)... ain't i thoughtful? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-2451850448621568821?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2451850448621568821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=2451850448621568821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2451850448621568821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2451850448621568821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-ooisaywei.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-2770897160765516978</id><published>2008-11-02T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:23:10.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Those who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;replace any questions that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); line-height: 18px; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;# Tag 8 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse.These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;TAG YOU'RE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Lui Jan Yi&lt;br /&gt;-Eddie Courtney&lt;br /&gt;-Corynn Chan  [if you got time]&lt;br /&gt;-Rachael Chan  [if you got time]&lt;br /&gt;-Tan Tze Yi&lt;br /&gt;-Lim Seck Wei&lt;br /&gt;-Woon Yoke Yee&lt;br /&gt;-Aaron Wong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. Describe urself in one word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;LOUD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. Who would you pick, someone who really loves you, or the one you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;someone who loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. Have you ever loved someone before but never had the courage to tell him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;umm, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. If you had a chance, would you say " I do" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;like, durrhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6. God is giving u just 5 more minutes before going back to heaven, IF you love someone special, what will you say to that person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;See you in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7. What will u say to a person who doesn't want to believe u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;believe what/who you wanna believe, its just a loss that its not me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8. Was ever a time that you tried to learn to love someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;umm, no.. love is, LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9. What' your opinion about someone who's jealous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;its normal, we're only human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10. Do you have something special with you all the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my family. and of course ahh cherr and ah rynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;[[ * PART 2 * ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Best place to cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in the shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Who do you love the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;my family, ah cherr and ah rynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tell us of your dream last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;umm, i dreamt that i broke my retainers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ever hated someone so bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;yea, but thanks to ah rynn, i let it go.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The biggest &amp;amp; most hurtful lie you heard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;umm, none actually..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The last person you had a beer with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i dont drink..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The last person you went to the movies with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my buds..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The last person you talked on the cell phone with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;xing, i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The last person you hugged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The last person you yelled at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;umm, at the dumb 3Ix netballer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In the last week have you kissed someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Danced crazy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i did dance, but not as crazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Think of the last time you were angry, why were you angry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;because she was downright irritating and i think she has some faceproblem or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you could do anything or wish anything, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i wish everyone would experience God's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you could have an all expense paid trip, where will you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;UKRAINE! well, not really.. more of Europe, and MINNEAPOLIS, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Would you or have you ever blackmailed someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i did.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Are you old fashioned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;umm, guess so.. if i find jazz music soothing, is that counted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What would be harder for you, to tell someone you love them or that you do not love them back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;both are equally as hard, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What would be the hardest thing for you to give up on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sweets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Five facts About Me:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am..&lt;br /&gt;1) tan&lt;br /&gt;2) hyper&lt;br /&gt;3) a christian&lt;br /&gt;4) pretty independant&lt;br /&gt; 5) missing ah rynn and ah cherr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Five things that scares me:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1) rats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2) cat poopies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3) weird psycho people&lt;br /&gt;4) the hospital&lt;br /&gt;5) CATS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Two Songs Playing in My Head Lately:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mia Palencia - Funny Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;David Cook - Light On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Five Things I treasure in My Life:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1) my family including my extended family + ah rynn and ah cherr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2) the church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3) my buds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4) my soon-to-get phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5) my super chun new 19" pc monitor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Two life long wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1) to be with God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2) to go visit ah rynn and ah cherr one day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tagged by, WAN KITT LEI. [hello kitty]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-2770897160765516978?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2770897160765516978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=2770897160765516978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2770897160765516978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/2770897160765516978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/those-who-have-been-tagged-must-write.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-1556735538966007870</id><published>2008-11-02T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:09:54.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, the cd's AWESOME! hahahha... ohh, and i had dinner at 930pm, which is not up to record.. my latest record for dinner is at 11pm, when ppl are busy having supper... ==.. nyway, after diner today right, and after my mom's grandmother story which lasted like 20minutes, i finally dragged her to the handphone shop nearby to check on the phone i want... and yea, they do sell it..  but its AP.. they say that AP means some smuggled good or something like that.. but they sell it at only RM 570! which is pretty cheap, since the betul betul original is selling at RM640.. at least the last time my couz helped me check... so i'm considering on getting it asap, and even told my mom that i'll pay 400 and she'll pay the rest.. good deal, dont you think? okay wertt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, we [haoying, charleen, esther, genevieve and i] had discipleship today.. todyaw as pretty fun, since we had to share and stuff, and esther and hying was the "new friends".. hahhaa..  and hying will usually ask us to read, so when we asked her to read instead, it was super funny! hahahhaha.. and thn, after learning bout the HOLY SPIRIT, which was today's topic, we had food! poor charleen, she was dead hungry.. cuz she didnt have lunch, and we only ended at bout 6... she soo korlian, she was like munch munch munch! hahahhaa.. her mom made apple crumble, but it was like crambrule.. which was super super good! we tapaued summor, so paiseh... but it was seriously good, thats why we tapaued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anwyay, i will be assisting alongside aunty carolyn tomoro, which totally makes me miss rachael and rynn. and i can remember the day when rynn and i experimented on blowing coloured bubbles and birsting it on paper.. we ended up with colourful faces, blue, red and purple to be exact.. ahhahah.. i totally miss that moment.. and i dont know what to do without you tomoro lahhhhhh.... miss you soo much.. :(..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-1556735538966007870?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1556735538966007870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=1556735538966007870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/1556735538966007870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/1556735538966007870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-cds-awesome-hahahha.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-5482140981429371320</id><published>2008-11-01T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:31:03.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Track of talents was ROCKING AWESOME! well, from the middle to the end, actually.. yesterday, last minute planning, as in seriously last minute, des called me at 11 am and ajaj-ed me to go shopiing with her.. and i was like.. hmm.. can also, since i packed my clothes for TOT at night, so why not.. so des picked me up.. followed her parents who ran some errands and thn dropped us off at ou.. and thn.. LIGHTBULB! i remembered that i had to buy kitt's very very belated birthday present! and i did... tho, i didnt bring money, so i asked des to lend me some.. but durh, i'd totally pay her back.. i got my gift, had "lunch" at auntie anne's, des bought..... ALOT! from slippers, to shirts.. to.. ahemahem and other stuff..... got home at bout 630.. quickly packed my stuff for TOT, watched a bit of tv, talked to me couz and thn.. hoaying came to pick me! and thn.. we went to pick kahhoo.. thank God for me oh-so fabulous sense of direction, i found sahara field! which is near his house.. :P.. and thn.. i saw KITTLEI at his house! and i wondered.. hmm, what is kittlei doing at his house? didnt she tell me that she was going by herself? i even sent her the directions to the church! OO.. she got in the car.. talked talked a bit, joke joke a bit.. and thn.. i gave her her present.. i did not give it to her in the cacat jusco bag, i put it in a paper bag which says " ENGLAND OPTICAL"... ==.. however, he present had NOTHING to do with glasses or whatsoever.. and i even cellophone taped the top, so the wouldnt show the "gift" to everyone.. what it was, is and will be remained a SECRET. :)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was jammed from ss2 to puchong, freaking toll got soooooo many ppl... and thn.. we finally arrived at church, we were 10 minutes late.. thank goodness they had not started and.. they had FOOD! wooohh! so durh, ia te.. ant pastor's new shop has some new stuff that tastes pretty darn awesome.. at made outta bread tho, but i dont know what the inti is.. just.. eat only lahh! TOT started off with T4C,  3 men tenor singers.. they said they were gonna sing 5 songs.. so i kinda prepared myself.. well, they were good tho, but.. 4 songs is just too much! kinda got boring after the 2nd or 3rd song, i alsmost slept.. tokok tambah, i ate the super yummy bread thing... and after them was the bus company.. well, to be honest.. bus company cannot sing! butt...... THEY CAN PLAY! got pros and cons.. lead singer was okay, but the words that came outta his mouth were muffled.. guys, cant multitask, as he was also playing the electric guitar at the same time.. and heck, THEY WERE SOOOO FREAKING LOUD! the guy in front of me, took the collars of his polo tee to cover his ears.. whahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thn.. it was 1AM!! woooh!! 1am composed this new song, called the crooket song.. and mehn.. that was good! and if even came with its own crooket dance.. which was sooo cute.. and one part of the song goes like.. and his crooket girlfriend... and JUDE made this absolutely horrible/funny face! by that time, i was already laughing like crap.. after 1am was... i forgot.. but after the "i forgot", it was MIA PALENCIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mehn, i can tell you.. MIA PALENCIA is AWESOME! her music is sooo chun.. its like very jazzy/blues, but she manages the bring it the the 21st century.. and thats not something most artists can do.. heck, i loved her sooo much i got her RM33 album! soo good.. well yea.. she's MALAYSIAN! so ppl, support local music! such as.. MIA PALENCIA! woooh! after mia palencia, uncle KG did a "stand up comedy".. it was funny at first, with his saman song, but thn it got boring... cuz his generation and out generation dont exactly click... yeaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i've gotta go liste to the wowsome MIA PALENCIA cd now, i'll blog tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: does it fit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-5482140981429371320?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5482140981429371320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=5482140981429371320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5482140981429371320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5482140981429371320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/track-of-talents-was-rocking-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-1285668590711822784</id><published>2008-10-31T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:58:45.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING FOR TRACK OF TALENTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: i broke a nail.. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-1285668590711822784?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1285668590711822784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=1285668590711822784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/1285668590711822784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/1285668590711822784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-going-for-track-of-talents-ps-i.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-4315707693284282745</id><published>2008-10-30T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:05:27.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aight.. i'm home... ya'll wont believe what happened at school today.. well, for starters, i DID go to school today.. not like some people aka LUI JAN YI, who i stuck in ipoh.. so anyway.. there was a netball match today.. and des was our super chunted kinda bad lucked representative.. so represented our class in choosing which class we would go against.. and so ngam... she chose..... 3ANGSANA!! and that class has like multiple pro/school team netballers... people like ahem, zerrinn, erin..... and so on and so forth.. well, they're good.. pretty darn good, if you ask me... and in my class, well.. experienced players are des, liching, hueywern.. i havent netballed in almost a year.. i was like so rusty screwdriver.. ==.. and, we were first game! the score was 0-0.. thank goodness our defence system was good, huey and ching did a great job! and thn.. it was a shootout.. well, shoot off actually.. partner, me and my partner took turns to try to shoot the ball in.. bla bla bla.. in th end, WE WON! des was like, OMG, i didnt see this coming.. hahahaa.. typical des.. so thn, we rested, told vino we won... hung out a bit... and thn.. it was our game again next? yea.. none of us knew.. ==.. we were against 3Ix this time, so it was a peice of cake.. we won um... 4-0 i think.. and thn.. we were already in the finals! meaning, our next game will determine whether we were gonna get gold or silver.... and we were against 3k.. mind you, 3k has the most school team players.. note : manjoo, inkkie, michelle, andrea.... and.. we LOST!!! i mean.. in a good way, we lost! we were like all having fun and stuff.. we didnt actually cared, but we played a good game, school team players killed us out there, but mehhnn.. i gotta say, MANJOO is soooooo.. *phewww wittt*.. and i think you know what i mean.. wahhahahaa.... so we got 2nd.. but whatever, we rocked out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: des and i noticed that seafoam/blueish green bra of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s: track of talents is tomoro! and you bet, i am not gonna miss it.. not this time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-4315707693284282745?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4315707693284282745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=4315707693284282745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/4315707693284282745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/4315707693284282745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/aight.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-1777890378886411224</id><published>2008-10-30T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:11:52.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, i'm home now.. yea, its true that they say, " there's no place better thn home".. yea.. so.. remember i said previously that i wasnt going out with shopping partner? yea.. i didnt.. but thn.. i was all alone at my couz's place, caught up on a couple of movies and thn.. DES CALLED! and i was like.. OOHH!! maybe she'll aks me to go out.. sure enough.. she was like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man    &lt;/span&gt;des&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man! tomoro got match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan's not coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh, she's in ipoh huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, now only she tell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeaa.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, thn.. you have to play shooter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huh? seriously? but i'm like really bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know! thats why, wanna go shooting later at the park?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ohh, okay lahh.. i'm really sien anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight, see ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tooloo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thn.. at bout 6 like that... i called des.. and des said that i was gonna rain, so she said that she didnt want to go.. another lan kena fly kite... is it me? or is it you? hahaha.. anything... but i still do have a match tomoro... and i think.. i'm gonne die.. havent played since.. FOREVER. or actually, since my bad experience.. and only des, jan and daey know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i actually talked to lifoong couple of days ago.. and you wont believe where, and with who.. geez, its sooo weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-1777890378886411224?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1777890378886411224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=1777890378886411224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/1777890378886411224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/1777890378886411224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-im-home-now.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-3149468725861746609</id><published>2008-10-29T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:19:50.238+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ahh.  i'm at my couz's place now.. i was suppsoed to go out tomoro, thats why i'm putting a night.. at first i thought, sure i could stay at ss2 tonight since genevieve has tuition and mommy would surely go down and pick her.. so on the way, fetch me down and thn i could put a night.. and that was the so called initial plan.. and thn.. i called mommy to ask for her confirmation.. and she was like.. no lahh, after work i'd go down to fetch genevieve straight away so i wont be coming back to pick you.. so how? meaning i cant go down to ss2 to put a night.. so what did i do? called my shopping partner and told em that i cant make it.. actually i called twice, didnt pick up.. made me leave stoopid offline messages on msn.. so thn.. at 6 something, my mom called back and said.. faster shower, we're going down! i was like tooot, gotta change plans again.. so i had to leave the lame ass offline message again.. but shopping partner didnt recieve it until i called em at 10pm.. last minute changes how? called "driver", "driver" said tak boleh.. macam mana ni?? cannot lorrr.... so i'm stuck here, in my couz room, sitting on the floor using his old computer cuz he got a new one, and the pc i'm currently using is weird, screen turns yellow sometimes.. and shopping partner told me just now when i was away that "driver" sudah sen chi... aiyoyo...... KILL ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-3149468725861746609?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3149468725861746609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=3149468725861746609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/3149468725861746609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/3149468725861746609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-5028658548822279065</id><published>2008-10-25T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T14:14:58.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SQK03kcksJI/AAAAAAAAAnw/sJqD1GoBIGw/s1600-h/manz+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SQK03kcksJI/AAAAAAAAAnw/sJqD1GoBIGw/s320/manz+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260966181491486866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SQK1JxQRvrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/exz_NRf0LAQ/s1600-h/manz+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SQK1JxQRvrI/AAAAAAAAAoI/exz_NRf0LAQ/s320/manz+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260966494167219890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; yupp, i'm home alone again.. i slept pretty late yesterday, and i was kinda shocked that i woke up kinda early this morning.. and don't compare my late with your late, your early with my early.. i slept at 4.30am and woke up at 10.55am.. do the math and count how many hours i slept, if that's really necessary.. i talked to rynn almost all night yesterday, i felt sooo good.. now, we dont email each other anymore, i just go online till late on weekends to talk to her on msn.. oh yea.. and so again.. why am i alone? well, my parents are off attending some seminar at gt, my sis is as tuition.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SQK0_d-yZcI/AAAAAAAAAn4/HaJYPL0cPlM/s1600-h/manz+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SQK0_d-yZcI/AAAAAAAAAn4/HaJYPL0cPlM/s320/manz+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260966317194896834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    okay, lemme give you a little hint on why i've been sooo hooked onto the pc lately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1) exams are over&lt;br /&gt;    2) there's nothing watchable on tv&lt;br /&gt;    3) and obviously the new 19" desktop oleksiy and my dad shared to buy for us.. by us i mean, my sis and i..         :).. [at least we're no.1 priority]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    plus, the screen's so huge, i cant tear my eyes of em.. pretty cool explanation huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SQK1DIoyepI/AAAAAAAAAoA/6zrHpEa7aU8/s1600-h/manz+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SQK1DIoyepI/AAAAAAAAAoA/6zrHpEa7aU8/s320/manz+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260966380184959634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    well, for those who have been in my house, the pc used to be upstairs.. cuz oleksiy helped us fix it up and stuff like that, we transfered the pc downstairs.. more so to keep him from going upstairs.. our so called private area of the house.. if you were to walk down the stairs, the pc's just right in front on ya.. on the work station table we got from ikea.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SQK1OOlZRCI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/j2EjANcylpw/s1600-h/manz+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SQK1OOlZRCI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/j2EjANcylpw/s320/manz+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260966570759898146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    oh yea, i'm drifting.. so back to the home alone part.. the inconvinience of being home alone is that there's like no food.. unless, i whip myself something up to eat.. which my parents obviously expect me to do.. their lame excuse? "you're so big already lahh, cant rely on us all the time..".. but i do!! i need to rely on my parents.. you know when its fun to just sit on the couch and watch tv while mommy's busy preparing dinner/lunch? now that's FUN.. so, i made some noodles and soup.. and not forgetting garlic toast! who can survive without one of these? and this time.. i toasted it to perfection.. the golden brown bread with sizzling garlic butten atop of it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SQK1S8Ymd8I/AAAAAAAAAoY/M_hRHSauFFg/s1600-h/manz+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SQK1S8Ymd8I/AAAAAAAAAoY/M_hRHSauFFg/s320/manz+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260966651773745090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    and after eating.. its CLEANING&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yea.. if i'd refuse to wash my dishes and stuff, my mom will go crazy.. she goes like.. "im not your maid".. well, yea.. true.. but still.. so anyway, i had to clean from pots to cans to saucers to can opener to mini ladles and to the cup my dad did NOT wash this morning before leaving.. oh yea, heavy dish washing alright.. well, at least i'm "HOUSEWIFE MATERAIL", as so my couz says.. plus, on our little imaginary chart of who-can-treat-guests-best.. i so totally have like 5 points! the rest of em have like 1.. i'm winning, but i think its all a scam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : i'm having garlic breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s : so, who wants to watch HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 3? &gt;&lt;.. gimme a call and we'd set the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-5028658548822279065?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5028658548822279065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=5028658548822279065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5028658548822279065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5028658548822279065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/yupp-im-home-alone-again.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SQK03kcksJI/AAAAAAAAAnw/sJqD1GoBIGw/s72-c/manz+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-8392921379406277671</id><published>2008-10-21T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:25:57.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nyek nyek nyek.. i am backk.. hahaha. yes, we went for the super chunted black + white outing thinga ma bob.. didnt go the way i expected, but i had loads of fun... plus, i soo love xing lahh.. hahaha.. lemme give you a little jist bout it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. so..  at first i had a dental appt at 11am.. and for dont know what reason, my dental appt got swithced to 12.. the lady told my dad, my dad didnt tell me.. so i switched the appt to today.. and thn.. i went back to ss2, packed my stuff and got dressed.. and thn... my uncle caem abck kinda late cuz he went to fix his car.. so at like 12, he picked des and xing up.. and we went to the one place that everyone else was at, ou.. durh, i should have known better.. hahha.. whatever.. so.. went to meet jan.. thn went pool-ing.. i'm actually really bad at pool, at least the last time i played it.. so yesterday was the official second time i was playing pool.. and trust me, i got skill yo! hahaha.. in my context, of course.. hahaha... so thn.. we foosed a bit.. and they wanted to watch a movie.. not a movie that someone like me would watch tho.. the watched house bunny, which is starred by anna faris, which is probably really stupid cuz anna faris only acts in stupid shows.. its her speciality, i think.. so, xong had to go for his free lunch, so jan and i sent him to PIZZA HUT.. i know, of all the places, why pizza hut right? its free, so he went anyway.. everyone else went to watch the movie, and xing was at pizza hut, so jan and i went to have our own lunch.. gossiping bout soo many people, probably the thing we do best.. &gt;&lt;.. so thn, xing acme to find us at waffle world after his free lunch.. which he thn got lost trying to find it.. but found us in the end cuz he was attracted to our HEAT... hotness, actually.. hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we went BOWLING! hahahhaa.. i know.. why bowling? hahhaa.. cuz i suck at it! and yeap.. as expected, i got like the lowest points! everything also masuk longkang.. and stupid ou's bowling alley dont have the longkang block thing.. hahaha.. so anyway, i only scored 14 points, which is so pathetic cuz xing and jan got like 50 points.. including the handicap, mind you.. so they're not actually very good as well.. hahaha.. thn.. since i sucked soo abd, they made me sit right in front of the lane and practically push the ball! and, they video-ed it.. rawr.... embarassing much.. and they made me do the flinstones thing.. and video-ed it too.. ahhh!!! i'm gonna die of humiliation.. and after that, we went ot check out the rock climbing thing.. thn i found out that if we were beginners, we'd have to go for a class that costs 45 bucks.. but, if i bring ahem ahem along, we wont have to pay for it cuz she's experienced.. so i'll just have to pay for entrace and gear fees.. which is like less thn30$, which is pretty okayy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn they finished their movie.. and we went pool-ing again.. this time, i got my skill back! hahahha... i shot 7 balls in a row.. ahhahaa.. i know, i'm good.. :p..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i have NO pictues.. absolutely no pics.. but i hope i'll be able to grab some from whoever's blog.. nyway, ugly betty's on now.. gotta run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-8392921379406277671?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8392921379406277671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=8392921379406277671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/8392921379406277671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/8392921379406277671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-7993541541640951988</id><published>2008-10-18T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:12:35.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was gonna blog about the wedding.. but thn i decided not to.. cuz the pics that my couz sent me via hotmail is weird.. yes, he resized it for me already.. just not the way i wanted it to be resized.. so anyway.. i wanted to tell blog readers.. well, actually.. daey, ked, calvin, charanpal [and whoever that wants to go] except des, cuz she has other plans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VENUE : ONE UTAMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCCATION : FAT MOU PLAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME : LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGENDA : we'll go for lunch at i don't know where.. thn we'll go batting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RSPV : SUNDAY 19/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE : JAN, DAEY, KED, CALVIN, SHIVA, CHARANPAL, STEVEN......... [ MEN IN BLACK]..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, dont hesitate to call JAN if you wanna go.. my phone is OOS. out of service..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-7993541541640951988?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7993541541640951988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=7993541541640951988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/7993541541640951988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/7993541541640951988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-gonna-blog-about-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8155859607127470906.post-5777832030688988585</id><published>2008-10-18T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:46:10.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SPi5W9dPlcI/AAAAAAAAAm8/1GE-KPhQadM/s1600-h/shooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SPi5W9dPlcI/AAAAAAAAAm8/1GE-KPhQadM/s320/shooter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258156369060533698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, yea yea.. i bet everyone's like thinking.. hmm... aren't you supposed to be blogging bout freedom after PMR? well, i aint.. why?? because when everyone was busy studying during PMR week, i was already starting my rotting plan.. whahaaha.. i know, very early huh? well, when everyone was studying, i was.. WATCHING MOVIES!! on non-other thn the 3 movie channels that we only have on astro, HBO, Cinemax and StarMovies... i know, so pathetic huh? just 3 channels, when rynn and ah cherr can watch like a million channels on cable the have the in MN.. but i shall not fret.. so anyway.. i watched this super cool show.. the above actually, called shooter.. durh, you've probably saw the picture already.. well let me tell you this.. the guy that played the super chun shooter... he looks like matt damon! except a little bit older.. well, put it this way, he looks like matt damon in 20 years! the guy's mark wahlberg, the matt damon impersonator...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SPi5EAEPv5I/AAAAAAAAAm0/iT1_9ALhHTQ/s1600-h/kate-mara-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SPi5EAEPv5I/AAAAAAAAAm0/iT1_9ALhHTQ/s320/kate-mara-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258156043343478674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;plus, this girl's acting in it! as the shooter's love.. hahaha.. well, in the show.. shoooter's not actually the guy's name.. cuz that would totally be a super horrible name for an absolutely yeng character in the show.. i think his name was... SWAGGER.. a pretty chunted name, if you ask me.. so anyway.. you might have seen this girl before.. where?? hahahaha.. you might have wathced ZOOM! she looks sooo much better there! maybe its her hair.. her straight hair looks much better.. in my context, of course..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SPi5bBGg4KI/AAAAAAAAAnE/0lB_kM_eRd0/s1600-h/zoomposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SPi5bBGg4KI/AAAAAAAAAnE/0lB_kM_eRd0/s320/zoomposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258156438758416546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there! see... ZOOM!! and i don't know if any of you watched airbud?? its like a doggie show where the super chunted retriever knows how to play soccer.. yea.. that show's kinda old.. but its good.. anyway.. the main character in airbud is like the guy that's playing tim allen's brother in ZOOM! hahaha... yea.. airbud guy's concussion.. hahaha.. i know.. weird huh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i'm supposed to be planning my "fat mou" plan.. well, for starters, i'll be getting my bottom braces out on monday.. yes, this coming MONDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8155859607127470906-5777832030688988585?l=manzlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5777832030688988585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8155859607127470906&amp;postID=5777832030688988585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5777832030688988585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8155859607127470906/posts/default/5777832030688988585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manzlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-yea-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>manz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02375011231417347039</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/S3uTUaB7TGI/AAAAAAAABME/Dg9jvBvQV2M/S220/n753314574_4961.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFxsAaPyOMk/SPi5W9dPlcI/AAAAAAAAAm8/1GE-KPhQadM/s72-c/shooter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
