<?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-6425595279881907795</id><updated>2011-07-31T09:34:38.701+08:00</updated><category term='kasabian'/><category term='not happy'/><category term='fuck'/><category term='arson'/><category term='movies'/><category term='tired'/><category term='hex'/><category term='freddy mercury'/><category term='death'/><category term='insomniac'/><category term='mars'/><category term='hols'/><category term='liverpool lost'/><category term='PES'/><category term='eid'/><category term='smile'/><category term='pervert'/><category term='Extended Essays'/><category term='midnight'/><category term='the academy is...'/><category term='comeback'/><category term='orang minyak putih'/><category term='mama'/><category term='sports'/><category term='merseyside red'/><category term='emo'/><category term='flu'/><category term='new year'/><category term='100th post'/><category term='pimples'/><category term='orgasmic.'/><category term='elmo'/><category term='guitar'/><category term='driving'/><category term='twilight saga'/><category term='well-known people'/><category term='sleepy'/><category term='funeral'/><category term='puberty'/><category term='busuk'/><category term='katakan taknak'/><category term='math'/><category term='underdog'/><category term='gossip'/><category term='radio'/><category term='blergh'/><category term='golf'/><category term='penis'/><category term='3rd sem exam'/><category term='kalah'/><category term='haha'/><category term='slit-wrist'/><category term='depressed'/><category term='friction'/><category term='asthma'/><category term='trip'/><category term='life'/><category term='teenagers'/><category term='cat food'/><category term='dimshit'/><category term='weary'/><category term='tutorials'/><category term='liverpool.'/><category term='bohemian rhapsody'/><category term='merdeka'/><category term='mummy'/><category term='erection'/><category term='generalizations'/><category term='placement'/><category term='balls'/><category term='get lost'/><category term='bazaar ramadhan'/><category term='minor operation'/><category term='google'/><category term='the kop'/><title type='text'>"SANS SENSE, SENSELESS SENSE"</title><subtitle type='html'>Nonsense</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-7153913611240656296</id><published>2010-10-12T01:51:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T02:48:26.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freddy mercury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100th post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bohemian rhapsody'/><title type='text'>100th Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;100th post of SANS SENSE, SENSELESS SENSE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I did thought of making it special and everything some sort of like the&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; 10/10/10&lt;/span&gt; yesterday but then again all of this stuff are just figures. Figures that does not mean much to us but we made it to be meaningful. Instead, I just got back from a group discussion and I was triggered to make a post for no legit reason. Well, maybe the GF's asleep and I can't put myself to sleep right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I praised Allah for making things easy for me lately. Life feels great when you have everything sorted out and to have no problem and hardships in every single thing you do. Then again, I realised I was able to achieved it because I want to. I now believe that any efforts that we put to make our life content would be commensurate enough to make it happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'll be suprised to know how you are able to change yourself to better or to worst. As we go on living, we'll become our own doppleganger having to possess the same physical (note: applied to certain people only) but different personality. It's inevitable. We developed and I doubt for any stagnant development in personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Having nothing to do with these, I have injured myself while playing rugby and now I have to walk with crutches and I find that it's very tidious having to be temporarily physically impaired. Okay maybe impaired is too strong. Temporarily disable would eufamised it well. Now that I find my life has been sorted out emotionally, negative feedback mechanism occurs physically. Hats off to the disabled for having such great determination on giving life a chance. It is just beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh crap I fell asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now I'm back but with no ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The only thing in my head now is the sound of Freddy Mercury's voice (Bohemian Rhapsody fever) No, F you, I'm straight. Also, I woke up with a smile and realised that this contentment that I'm feeling is indubitably awesome. I haven't felt this way for quite some while. No urge of dick-slapping and no feelings of butt-raped. GTG gonna eat Honey Stars and continue with my beauty sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"You've guided me through all my years, I've been lost. You've guided me from all the ways that were wrong. I wanna thank You, for bringing me home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-7153913611240656296?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/7153913611240656296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/10/100th-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/7153913611240656296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/7153913611240656296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/10/100th-post.html' title='100th Post'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-4225210265510506174</id><published>2010-09-13T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T01:56:20.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hols'/><title type='text'>Eid ul-Fitr' al-Mubarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Eid ul-Fitr' al-Mubarak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Thank you for visiting &lt;strong&gt;SANS SENSE, SENSELESS SENSE&lt;/strong&gt;. Personally, I apologize for anything that I've done wrong perhaps through this blog or even as a person myself. Maaf zahir batin and happy weight gaining everyone :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I admit it that I thought this Eid wouldn't be so awesome. I was proven wrong. So wrong. I would love to update the blog but I am too tired. Flat. Will try to update it later. Have fun people! &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/6425595279881907795-4225210265510506174?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/4225210265510506174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/09/eid-ul-fitr-al-mubarak.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/4225210265510506174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/4225210265510506174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/09/eid-ul-fitr-al-mubarak.html' title='Eid ul-Fitr&apos; al-Mubarak'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-5049127080853173690</id><published>2010-08-30T01:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T20:16:40.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merdeka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bazaar ramadhan'/><title type='text'>MERDEKA</title><content type='html'>Let's start with something faggy first before we proceed, shall we? I have not been eating a lot for the past couple of months but lately I find myself can't stay away from food! I think that I have now developed an extra chambers in my belly just like a &lt;strong&gt;ruminant&lt;/strong&gt;. I blame &lt;a href="http://purrplebells.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for making me happy and keep these food coming into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough fagginess. Let's be &lt;strong&gt;serious&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we've heard it all before on the best race in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaum&lt;/strong&gt; apa terhebat di dunia? Kaum pertama sekali yang terlintas di fikiran mestilah kaum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAHUDI&lt;/strong&gt;. The jews. They're awesome. Indubitably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau bagaimanapun, ada satu kaum ni yang men-&lt;em&gt;falsify&lt;/em&gt;-kan dan denied the statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaum ini beranggapan merekalah terhebat. Hakikatnya memang mereka memang terhebat pun. Saya pasti tuan-tuan dan puan-puan, pakcik and all the pakciks would love to know kaum apakah sebenarnya? Saya dengar mereka panggil kaum tersebut &lt;strong&gt;Meleis&lt;/strong&gt;. Meleis usually boleh didapati di banyak negara di seantero dunia ini. Dekat UK belambak, dekat Africa pon ada, dekat China ada dua tiga kerat, dekat Australia dah macam buat negara sendiri. Mereka memiliki sungguh banyak keistimewaan antaranya adalah memiliki bahasa mereka yang tersendiri dan pernah menjadi &lt;em&gt;lingua franca&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these Meleis they are brilliant. Lagi hebat dari Jews. Mereka sering kali di&lt;em&gt;stereotype&lt;/em&gt;kan dengan ability untuk menyelesaikan sesuatu masalah dengan mudah! Simple solution to any problem. Lemparlah masalah apa-apa sekalipun namun mereka mampu menanganinya dengan &lt;strong&gt;cemerlang, gemilang dan terbilang&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau nak comment pasal Meleis ni, boleh buat thesis yang panjang lebar dan silap tak silap, mampu menang &lt;strong&gt;Nobel Prize&lt;/strong&gt; untuk new discovery on human behaviour! Jadi saya taknak memanjangkan post ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang menyentuh hati saya yang taklah seberapa wangi ini (&lt;strong&gt;hati busuk&lt;/strong&gt;) adalah kehebatan Meleis dalam berniaga. Semenjak dua menjak ini, saya kena drive ke sini dan ke sana atas pelbagai urusan. Meleis memang gemar &lt;strong&gt;meraba-neking&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;rubberneckin'&lt;/em&gt;) dan ia telah menjadi satu stereotype kepada mereka. So, saya merayu kepada mereka yang drive di luar sana tu, tolonglah bawak elok elok sikit sebab kalau awak orang accident, Meleis pasti dan confirm akan meraba-neking dan menyusahkan kesejahteraan saya dan rakan-rakan saya di jalan raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang acap kali menaikkan darah saya adalah &lt;strong&gt;Bazaar Ramadhan&lt;/strong&gt;. Meleis gemar untuk ke Bazaar Ramadhan dan saya suka perkara sebegitu kerana dapat membantu peniaga, merapatkan &lt;strong&gt;ukhwah&lt;/strong&gt; antara sahabat atau keluarga dan juga mencari juadah berbuka yang enak. Namun, perkara-perkara tersebut telah dibayangi oleh satu perkara yang sering kali menyebabkan keradangan emosi iaitu &lt;strong&gt;kemangkukan &lt;/strong&gt;beberapa Meleis memilih tempat berniaga dan meletakkan kenderaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah taw jalan kecik, pegi buat Bazaar kiri kanan. Meleis yang pandai dia parking je. Double park, triple park. Cuba bayangkan kalau Meleis tu &lt;em&gt;double park&lt;/em&gt;, then Meleis yang parking dalam tu isteri dia sakit ke, mak dia nazak ke, tak ke menyusahkan? Tak perlu consider org lain sebab mereka hebat dari orang lain. Ramai Meleis memang ada trait sebegitu. So jalan yg ada satu lane untuk pergi dan balik jadilah 1 lane sahaja, maka bila selisih kereta boleh membawa kepada pertumpahan darah. Cakap pandai, taknak ada perselisihan faham antara kaum dan sebagainya tapi Meleis dengan Meleis pon tak in the same wavelength. Kan senang pergi cari tapak yang luas macam parking lot ke, buatlah kau Bazaar tengah-tengah tu. Takda sapa nak kacau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan salah faham, I have nothing againts Meleis ni. Mereka memang bijak, pandai, arif, etc. tapi janganlah&lt;strong&gt; inconsiderate&lt;/strong&gt; sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SELAMAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MENYAMBUT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HARI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KEMERDEKAAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;KE-53&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MALAYSIA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"He gonna make you his sex slave. You're gonna gargle mayonnaise, unless we bust the massive monster mammo-jam. We've been thru so much shit, deactivated lasers with my dick. Now it's time to blow this fucker down."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-5049127080853173690?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5049127080853173690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/08/lets-start-with-something-faggy-first.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/5049127080853173690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/5049127080853173690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/08/lets-start-with-something-faggy-first.html' title='MERDEKA'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-4863201545622811133</id><published>2010-08-24T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T22:39:39.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penis'/><title type='text'>Here I stand erected!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;To all the gentlefaggots out there, don't lie to me as if you do not know what I'll talk about. You and I know it damn well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Guys, have you ever had those times in class when you stayed up the previous night watching your supporting team in EPL? You've tried so hard to defy gravity pulling on your head and to concentrate on the guy with moustache talking in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;110%&lt;/strong&gt; sure that in this scenario, if I'm lying, I'm dying, that your &lt;strong&gt;little pee pee&lt;/strong&gt; (I'm sure yours ain't that big) is working its way to get some air out of your brief. Yes, I am talking about a friggin' &lt;strong&gt;ERECTION&lt;/strong&gt;. I have been observing this for quite some time (about 3 years), no, don't worry guys, I do not check on your erection. The only penis harmed in this experiment is mine. So due to this observation I am proud to present you a proposed Research Question entitled:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:13;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:13;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN PENIS ERECTION AND SLEEPINESS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;This is an extra information for the girls out there, guys get&lt;strong&gt; hard-on&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning when they wake up. Due to the googling ability, I've concluded a few reason why.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The penis may be rubbing againts the sleepwear or the bedsheet (if you're sleeping naked).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You may be in the&lt;strong&gt; Rapid Eye Movement&lt;/strong&gt; (REM) phase of sleeping. During REM sleep, we have a tendency to experience a vivid dream with little movement. Thus, both female and male genital will experience full genital engorgement (to ensure healthy blood flow on genitals).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The need of urinating in sleep could send impulses to the brain and may caused &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;misintepretation of the brain to a signal that arouses the penis.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with respect to above, I have constructed some reasoning why do &lt;strong&gt;OUR&lt;/strong&gt; (I know it's not just me, and if you don't have the same problem that means you're erectile dysfunctional) penis erects during being sleepy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"   style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that guys have erection not just because they are aroused by the girl's charm. No it does not work on most of us, including me. No I am not lying. Also, if you happened to be alluring in front of us and we didn't react the way you wanted, that doesn't mean we are faggots. We just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Back to the subject matter, erection may promotes sleepiness. As we are sleepy, we experience erection, thus, the erection will work like a &lt;strong&gt;positive feedback mechanism&lt;/strong&gt; having to increase the level of sleepines. This is for the reason that erection of the penis occurs by having the penis blood vessels pumping with maximum amount of blood. It's &lt;strong&gt;muscle miracle tremendously work with the force of blood!&lt;/strong&gt; As the rich in oxygen blood is pumping in the penis region,&lt;strong&gt; less&lt;/strong&gt; oxygenated blood will flow to the brain due to the difference in location. Thus, less oxygenated blood to the brain will &lt;strong&gt;increase&lt;/strong&gt; the oxygen demand of the brain and causes sleepiness. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What stays a mystery is to undo the erection so that more oxygen may be supplied to the brain. Urban myths said that you would need to knock on your knee cap rapidly. I've tried and it doesn't work. Some said think of homeless people but the brain is too slow to picture such. Extremist would put&lt;strong&gt; minyak cap kapak&lt;/strong&gt; on their &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As-Syafah&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;or worst, sticking it with a friggin pencil! Plus, having erection is not at all convenience as we need to cover them from girls and there's never a bigger size brief ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"And pretty soon all my trouble will pass 'cause I'm in su-su-su-su-su-su-su-su-su-su-sugartown"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-4863201545622811133?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/4863201545622811133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/08/here-i-stand-erected.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/4863201545622811133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/4863201545622811133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/08/here-i-stand-erected.html' title='Here I stand erected!'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-8510390290096965146</id><published>2010-07-27T22:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T23:46:26.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Force</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the previous emo post. This could might make it up to you. It's something that I worked a few minutes ago. Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/TE79z1ycPLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gv4PA_9ysZM/s1600/Balance+to+the+force.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 562px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498611262119754930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/TE79z1ycPLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gv4PA_9ysZM/s400/Balance+to+the+force.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; "I can only protect you but I can't fight a war for you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/TE79jft29sI/AAAAAAAAAHM/SZy3yrk7osM/s1600/Balance+to+the+force.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-8510390290096965146?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8510390290096965146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/07/force.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/8510390290096965146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/8510390290096965146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/07/force.html' title='The Force'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/TE79z1ycPLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gv4PA_9ysZM/s72-c/Balance+to+the+force.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-5764488516721233204</id><published>2010-07-27T05:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:51:57.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slit-wrist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomniac'/><title type='text'>Insomniac</title><content type='html'>The past 4 nights had finally roll me into a conclusion that I might be &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mildly insomniac&lt;/span&gt;. Well, perhaps the number ain't big enough but I think this is a problem. I think I need help. For the past 4 nights, the earliest I would sleep is past 3am and like now, 5:47am I am not yet asleep. Why, you ask? Well, to put it in a nutshell, 4 days ago I just lost myself a&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; million&lt;/span&gt;, RM of course. I am on a brink of danger as my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;RM 1 million&lt;/span&gt; worth of scholarship is pulling away from me. So you lost a million bucks, try sleeping with that thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do the whole night? Oh no no. Don't get the funny idea. I wasn't streaming and wanking through Brianna Banks or Audrey Bitoni. Yeah, I know, some of you does. Oh btw, a little detour here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Starbucks with my mom, then it took quite a long time for my friggin Caramel Macchiato (I bet the barista was too busy doing nothing), so I went for some magazine. From the magazines that they got there I'm sure they purposely want guys to have hard on. Well, you know, some caffeine kicking in and a few 'stimulating' magazines. So I reached for &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FHM&lt;/span&gt; (obviously I chosed the one with the hottest girl on the cover). Then I went back and sat with my mom STILL waiting for my drink (which haven't done yet. Baster barista.). Then I opened up the magazine around the middle page then POOF! came out a two pages of Sasha Grey as the guest of FHM. Then the following conversation took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom (being a mom): Sapa tu? Artist ke?&lt;br /&gt;Me (nervously): Erm.. Eh, Taklah, Pelakon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, when you happened to open a magazine and a pornstar suprisingly featured on it, don't act surprised or your mom might reacted the same. Oh and yea, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sasha_Grey"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sasha Grey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;wasn't that revealing, for her I guess. Go ahead, click that name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, what I did tonight was that I watched Evan Almighty and also The Bucket's List. Well, I gotta get my mind off something so why not hit on some inspirational movies, huh? The Bucket's List moved me. Seriously. Seriously. It did took me someplace for a while. Made me rethink about life and the whole purpose, you know, those re-ass-ess things. Then again, in the end I still can't get a nice shut eye. I encountered this a few times like when I'm going out late at night and I don't feel like going back early, or when you're playing a nice online game, or when you just out having sex, or when you're hanging with some friends without worrying a shit about the world, or just a decent conversation on the phone with your girlfriend. The stuff that made you feel something is undone, you just can't sleep yet (doing assignments are excluded). &lt;strong&gt;Oh and I made up the sex part.&lt;/strong&gt; Never had them. Seriously. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought maybe it's the &lt;strong&gt;Nifsu Syaaban&lt;/strong&gt;. It's 15th of Syaaban and it is said that on this night, the Muslims believe that the angels (Malaikat) would bring up our deeds book and bring down a new one for a new chapter. I guess I was just nervous how my last call for the year might end up but hey, whadya know, a new book is coming down now. Or has came. Ntah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So refused to hit the blanky, I went down to munch a mini Cornetto. Fine, I lied. I had six of em. Poured some rootbeer in the rebellious stomach while tuning in to Simpsons. Then a couple of few shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought, what really made my mind conspicuously active tonight? Then I realised, perhaps maybe I am not conversing with anyone. When I am not conversing with anyone, I feel lonely. When I'm lonely I might be missing stuff or &lt;strong&gt;people&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt;. Then it occured to me that I do need &lt;strong&gt;help&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"A princess can kiss a toad"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Frog"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Toad"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Frog"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Toad, frog, lobster, they're all the same"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-5764488516721233204?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5764488516721233204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/07/insomniac.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/5764488516721233204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/5764488516721233204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/07/insomniac.html' title='Insomniac'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-6606565197922531970</id><published>2010-07-23T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T23:40:10.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"If there is a reason behind this, I'm begging You, give me at least a hint".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-6606565197922531970?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6606565197922531970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/07/god.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6606565197922531970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6606565197922531970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/07/god.html' title='God'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-7145171619490113671</id><published>2010-07-22T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:06:28.064+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dimshit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blergh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight saga'/><title type='text'>Highly Faggy</title><content type='html'>Caution! This post may ridiculously makes me sound like a fag. The truth is I am not. I just had some crappy things that I went thru for the couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to do what I was supposed to do the last 2 weeks. Get my life sorted out. See! Doesn't that makes me sound like a fag? SO, I started with something small. I rearranged my room and keep some old stuff into boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when I stumbled upon my bad habit. You see, There was this time when my college had an event of teachers visiting students' room to know them by nature or what-some-shit. So there was this one English teacher who went into my room. Then she was suprised with the things I had in my room. Apparently, I have too many junks that I kept. So she said,"Manul, I can tell that you have a very high affinity towards something and that you just can't let things go easily. Learn to let go". The she kept on jabbering about forgetting the past and so on. Back then I realised, she was totally right. I have problems with letting things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the story that I was rearranging my room, I stumbled upon many things that I never knew I had but all of them meant something to me. Stacks of movie tickets, cards, photos, some IPTA offer packages, wrappers of presents from high school even to the smallest part of papers with writing from my friends. I really have a problem of letting go, I do. I guess that maybe I have the tendency to live in the past and forever regret any wrong turns that I've made. I really think I need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The climax of sorting out was when I found this one box. It meant a lot to me (gosh, stop being a fag!). It was the box of my DSLR Nikon D40x kit. For those that don't know, my DSLR was stolen together with some other valuables when my house got broke in last time in Melawati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it came to me, was it the DSLR that gives me this crappy feelings when I'm holding the box or was it something else that I've lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very dissapointment post as it is so intensely emotional and there is no nudity, which is something like Twilight: Saga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-7145171619490113671?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/7145171619490113671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/07/highly-faggy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/7145171619490113671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/7145171619490113671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/07/highly-faggy.html' title='Highly Faggy'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-146035929068114015</id><published>2010-07-22T14:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T14:45:35.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dimshit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comeback'/><title type='text'>Whitewash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hold your horses! I'm still around and alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear IB students, we all know the ToK issue that had been befallen upon us, eh? Well I would like to apologize if such problem was from the likes of me. Oh no, not my fault? Okay, so here how it goes. There was this idiotic compulsive individual whom blame the ToK issue was the fault of those whom had been accused of malpractice. Nice way of putting it, huh? Dude, don't let me slap you with my dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, World Cup! Ain't too late to talk about it? Kudos to the Spaniards for winning the cup of life, heck, kudos to them on the effort that roll 'em into the final for the first time. Torres and Villa upfront, Xabi and Iniesta playmaking in the middle, Puyol and Pique at the back and Casillas stood in awareness. I was rooting for Espana all along as I gave up on Italy due to their aging squad, inexperienced newcomers, and Buffon's injury. It was great football on the final, eh? Oranje and Espana. However, I think the highlight was on the FIFA-listed referee, Howard Webb which some would rather call him a douchebag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, have I mentioned to you that I missed my opportunity to study medicine in Ireland? Yup, I was on scholarship and I didn't make the cut. Tough luck. Currently, I'm waiting for local offers. Pray for me will yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulation to those whom succeed. You have my respect. For those whom didn't make it, no no, things do not happened for reason and those shit. They're just telling you that to make you feel better but you're dumb enough to fell for it, kinda like a euphemism of life. Let me break it down to you. NO SHIT, things do not happened for reason. YOU put the efforts in to make it happened. Your previous effort was dimshit. Punch in more, will yea? You don't wanna be alleged butt-fucking twice dontcha? Do you think things happened for reason to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlefaggots, enough about me, so what about you? How's life treating you? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-146035929068114015?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/146035929068114015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/07/whitewash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/146035929068114015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/146035929068114015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/07/whitewash.html' title='Whitewash'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-6323091712054979197</id><published>2010-05-27T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T19:31:24.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio'/><title type='text'>Planet Hoth</title><content type='html'>And so today was an enduring journey when at first my dream voyaging in AT-AT on the Planet Hoth was devastated by my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the morning drive, heading to Kuantan. Do you know that a homo sapient called Manul was born in Kuantan? Yes, it was my birthplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I cruise along the empty road and reached Kuantan. However, I find its hard to call back my memory of the place where my mom and my sisters managed to. Well, it can't be because of my childhood issue (not that I have any) but perhaps due to my weak and jaded mind. Or just maybe, ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apology to my peers in Kuantan for not contacting you guys but act upon an agreement that it was a family time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mc Donald&lt;/span&gt;'s breakfast at the beach, filling up the shopping cart and watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt; 3D. I was kinda amused when in the movie, the song from Carpenters came up (Top Of The World) and the sound of Stevie Wonder's young voice assisting the cast at the end of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey back were mostly pee pee and pee. I had too much drinks. Oh, and its nothing big but I saw a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;dead man&lt;/span&gt; on the road. Yes, there was an accident and the man died. Well, I just know it because he was covered by somewhat of cloth by his friends whereby the police are nowhere to be seen YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for the Langkawi trip :). Hope things will go smoooooothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i fucking i hate the radio for playing the same song over and over again. that is why i do not listen to the radio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-6323091712054979197?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6323091712054979197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/05/planet-hoth.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6323091712054979197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6323091712054979197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/05/planet-hoth.html' title='Planet Hoth'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-6302320436682590081</id><published>2010-05-26T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:14:50.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick Up The Pieces</title><content type='html'>Well, gotta be honest witthya. I'm not sure where to begin..&lt;br /&gt;My blog and my Facebook had been untouched for almost half a year.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from eradicating child labour in poverty stricken country, what happened for the pass 6 months had quite been a disaster, but it ain't that bad as there are still spaces for happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;IB had been a bitch of course. When i thought my 2 years of misery had come to an end, my intention of shouting the lame phrases "It's done" or "Freedom" or "Would you smell that? It's the smell of freedom" after my last paper (Statistics) was pilfered from this weary and jaded body and soul :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dreadful. I was accused of malpractice of an assignment that had been assigned, SIX months ago. It is merely because a few lines of GENERAL IDEA had been unquoted. And so I had to explained to IBO that it had all been a silly mistake that i took for granted and please just give my frigin' diploma and just go back and do whatcha hafta do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I had also found a new discovery that social skills could be inversely proportional over time if it left stagnant. I realized that my social skills remained stagnant in a very (by very, i mean VERY) confined space. Now, i admit of such disorder called Selective Mutism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;So, the EPL has ended and we all are making room for the World Cup. The Kop doesn't ends top 4 like what Rafa would had promised us. Liverpool had lost Aurelio recently and rumors said that it'll be soon Torres and Benayoun. OH and kudos to Chelsea for the championship in EPL and kudos to Inter for having their name carved on the Champion's League trophy for over 45 years now. As of the World Cup, my current team The Azzuris had shown some signs of aging and I might had lost hope in them. So the Spaniard might wanna make a room for a fan to squeeze in. Then again, it is to be think over. Yes, such matter is serious. The Italians don't tolerate treachery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Apart from that, now that I have more time in my life as i would not need to read academic books and do maths, I shall fill my time with tonnes of things that I had wish to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Watch and watch and watch. Catch all of the latest movie, watch Gigs and Gigs of movies in my hard disk, and new muse: The Big Bang Theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Read, read and read. Catch up with all the books that I had been holding myself back from reading. Current: Animal Farm by George Orwell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Play and play and play. Defense of The Ancients, Modern Warfare II, replay Chrono Cross, Final Fantasy and all the crap that involse joystick and keyboards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And do some other things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal: My relationship had reached to 4 years the day my IB ends. Urgh. The irony. I pray to God that it'll last more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And i had come a thought, that i might soon abolish my blog. Well, I might have some friends whom encountered unwanted occurrence like perhaps being track by overprotective parents or being filed through the police for abusing others or perhaps being questioned by the ISA for metamorphosed Malaysia as Bolenesia. Plus, its not like my blog had eradicated poverty in India, or aid in the found of new cure for HIV, or perhaps halted child working in sweatshops. I shall think of this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-6302320436682590081?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6302320436682590081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/05/pick-up-pieces.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6302320436682590081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6302320436682590081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/05/pick-up-pieces.html' title='Pick Up The Pieces'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-4127416246033468021</id><published>2010-03-15T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:44:48.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesn't even matter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/S55HThbEerI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MCrqkVoRALY/s1600-h/linkin_park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448870999879875250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/S55HThbEerI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MCrqkVoRALY/s200/linkin_park.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/S55HJGS0TiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/YR81kyBo3LI/s1600-h/linkin_park.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I would further like to start by apologizing to myself for not updating the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, things aren't always as exubarant as it may seemed before. (I know in your mind, there's that tone, "&lt;em&gt;well, fuck you things are hard for me too these days and you're not the only one whom facing the shit&lt;/em&gt;")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Indubitably, we all have that turning point in our lives. You faced it, you're facing it or perhaps you will. I know I'm facing it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;*Note: this is the same boring shit that you all read in everyone's friggin' blog. Not some mind-blowing piece of a (I swear too much).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's not only about throwing your dice for a seven or put down a royal flush. It's about getting your cards right. I haven't got mine right yet but I know I will. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Y'all will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know, when you try so hard and you got so far. &lt;em&gt;In the end, it doesn't even matter&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Piece-of-shit Linkin Park. IT DOES MATTER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, enough about me, let's talk about health or weather :)&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/6425595279881907795-4127416246033468021?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/4127416246033468021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-doesnt-even-matter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/4127416246033468021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/4127416246033468021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-doesnt-even-matter.html' title='It doesn&apos;t even matter.'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/S55HThbEerI/AAAAAAAAAHE/MCrqkVoRALY/s72-c/linkin_park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-8868471532119274274</id><published>2010-01-04T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:34:03.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck'/><title type='text'>Consider me DEAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;04th Jan 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"9300 words to be written, 4 literature novels to be read and studied, and one and a half year syllabus of 6 subjects to be studied"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-8868471532119274274?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8868471532119274274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/01/consider-me-dead.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/8868471532119274274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/8868471532119274274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2010/01/consider-me-dead.html' title='Consider me DEAD!'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-6878985671372185615</id><published>2009-12-31T12:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:30:02.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midnight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Hello 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;New Years Resolution..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Do not ask me for one. I have no resolutions. Oh no not me, I'm doing it my way ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Oh, and where to bound on new year? I'll be friggin driving for some number of hours on midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR and good luck with all the resolutions :)&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/6425595279881907795-6878985671372185615?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6878985671372185615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-2010.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6878985671372185615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6878985671372185615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-2010.html' title='Hello 2010!'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-6863817552616840762</id><published>2009-12-28T20:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:21:13.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><title type='text'>Balls 'em</title><content type='html'>Generally speaking, male always have a thing for round-shaped items. &lt;br /&gt;They love to kick 'em, throw 'em, bounce 'em, chip 'em, bat 'em, hold 'em, squeeze 'em, grab 'em *cough*cough* enough said, I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe, football, basketball, baseball and all other balls. Men are affiliated to balls. Unlike female, they enjoy balls in some circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supercalistically nice to have the oppurtunity to get back to the sport that I had left for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green scenery, the range sign (150yrds etc.), the voice of the people talking and laughing at each others' sophisticated and lame jokes, the people showing off their skills, the lines formed on my palm, the blue veins sticking out to my thumb, the muscle pain, the nice sweet sound of the friction between the graphite iron 3 and the ball, the backache, the complicated physics, the techniques, the sparks formed , the distance where the ball went and a quality time with my own father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. Sweet golf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-6863817552616840762?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6863817552616840762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/12/balls-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6863817552616840762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6863817552616840762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/12/balls-em.html' title='Balls &apos;em'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-7341910938283664093</id><published>2009-12-22T19:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T03:22:39.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='generalizations'/><title type='text'>Expect this!</title><content type='html'>Do you realised that people with different culture have that goggle of different views. Well, maybe they are coherent with each pther or some sort but yet they are still different. You see, we can somehow see this evidence in the movie industry. Observe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay movie: The good gone bad OR the bad gone good OR that someone WILL die.&lt;br /&gt;e.g: the bad disobeyed the mom, the mom's dead, the bad repent to be the good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English movie: The protagonist is always there at the most crucial times with the right sound effects or music with it. &lt;br /&gt;e.g: Super-whatsoever came at the right time to save Lois Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi movie: Male and female falls in love and they became lovey dovey. Started to sing and so on but then something tear them apart. They will then make effort and everything ends with a happily ever after (or else the cinema will get torched).&lt;br /&gt;e.g: a male from a poor family falls in love with a female from a rich family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamil movies: DUSH! DUSH! All you get is a bang bang fight. DUSH!&lt;br /&gt;e.g: N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney's movie: Everything is A-Okay and out of a sudden, a big trouble comes but then everything is settled at the end :).&lt;br /&gt;e.g: the toys live happily until a friend is being kidnap then they went for an adventure to save the friend and he is then saved :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French movie: They fall in love, they kiss, they make out, they copulate. Softporn.&lt;br /&gt;e.g: Ma cherie, mi amour (fuckfuckfuck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese movie: Man being sexually confused.&lt;br /&gt;e.g: a boy falls for a colleague in a boy's school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean movie: Pathetic love story. One of the lover is dying and they will cherish whatever bullshit they have.&lt;br /&gt;e.g: N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indonesian movie: It's all about being religious that God will give back what you give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand movie: It's mainly about students being fags, lesbos or transsexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie made by jews: AWESOME. PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;e.g: Steven Spielberg, Hank Azaria, Sacha Baron Cohen,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-7341910938283664093?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/7341910938283664093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/12/expect-this.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/7341910938283664093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/7341910938283664093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/12/expect-this.html' title='Expect this!'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-588268245790233941</id><published>2009-12-17T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:40:07.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIFT_the way you move</title><content type='html'>It was rather unfortunate for The Kop as they could finish off with a tide but then Johnson lead to a very careless own goal. Rather unprofessional but shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all it's worth, I congratulate The Gunners for their winning. A great game indeed, worth of a commentary. With Kuyt there at the right time as he always had been and the little Russian Arshavin scored courageously. A former Kop, Xabi Alonso was also there to witness the battle between the 2 of the big four. Kudos to the Kop and the Gunners for the worth-watching game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liverpool against Wigan Athletics in Anfield.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not managed to watch the first half but the second half was spectacular! Beautiful as a football match should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What interest me the most is the change of system for the Liverpool side. Reina, Agger (birthday boy on that day), Skrtl, Carragher, Mascherano, Aurelio, Insua, Benayoun, Kuyt, Gerrard, and Ngog. Eh, did I missed anyone? Oh yeah! Lucas. No he was not in at first! I know, suprising eh? Lucas was not in. No he wasn't injured or anything. He's just not in. Ngee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the change of system was pretty much the abscent of Lucas and Ngog as the 1 in the formation. The system then later on changed with Aurelio out and Lucas in so as Ngog out and subbed by spaniard Torres and Benayoun out for the so called super sub, italian Aurelio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the 100th appearance of the pretty boy Torres for Liverpool. Having to scored 34 goals in 36 games in the EPL, I say that is pretty much impressive. Equipped with Nike Total 90, it wasn't enought thought for him as he hit the statistic to be 35 goals in 36 games in EPL as he wonderfully scored the double deflection ball against Wigan today. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a part where the commentator did a funny bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A decent defence by the &lt;em&gt;douche&lt;/em&gt;, (pause) dutchmen". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it was funny if you hear it by yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-588268245790233941?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/588268245790233941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-was-rather-unfortunate-for-kop-as.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/588268245790233941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/588268245790233941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-was-rather-unfortunate-for-kop-as.html' title='SHIFT_the way you move'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-6390230888037876337</id><published>2009-12-16T17:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:04:18.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Beast of the Boulevard</title><content type='html'>Lotsa people wonder how they're gonna, you know, pull the string, you know, well, end it all, you know, - die. Well, (next statement is higly controversial) I consider myself lucky because due to some events, I managed to dug up a bit on a few plausible means of me dying. As ironic as it sounds this is no black magic or some tarrot card shit or anything it just got me figured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Number one on the list. Highly plausible. Colon-cancer. It runs in the blood. My late grandfather died of it and some other causes are quite much leading me to having one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lung cancer. Having weak lung due to asthma and the harmful subtances that the world provide us, it is highly possible if I were to stay in a cold part of the world (like New Zealand perhaps) which thank God I am now in Malaysia. Tropical.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diabetes. This is due to my craveness over anything sweet. If it's not sweet that I'm never gonna eat it. High sugar level could inable my insulin to be properly working.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cardiac failure. Angina or whatever medical terms created to eufamised it. This is due to the diet that I practice and some other causes like stressed over on something that is actually small and no biggadeal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mechanical accident (cars and so on). Malaysia states one of the highest average death rate of car accidents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assasinated for being a cunning billionaire whom work his fortune all the way by stealing millions of people's lives by creating a genetically modified virus which I only have the cure and that it fell into some other party's hand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Killed by my own genetically modified virus that were purposely made to make myself a billionaire. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attacked, violated and broke by a bear in the woods.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Killed by my own wife for infidelity. I don't think I'm capable but some people just made it sound like its possible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took my own life for failing IB and that MARA took back the scholarship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post is fictitious (except that it had something to do with myself). Any similarities and resemblances are merely coincidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-6390230888037876337?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6390230888037876337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/12/lotsa-people-wonder-how-theyre-gonna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6390230888037876337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6390230888037876337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/12/lotsa-people-wonder-how-theyre-gonna.html' title='Beast of the Boulevard'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-2452874542324359137</id><published>2009-12-13T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:52:07.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='katakan taknak'/><title type='text'>Sweetest sin</title><content type='html'>I remember the first day we met. It was like yesterday as I still taste it on my tongue. I was not very fond of you back then. Until I witness such charge that I need another touch, another taste, another fix. Then I knew, it ain't lust, it's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to make time with you once a day. Gradually it became three times a day up to a point that I just had to be with you for six to eight times a day. It was never enough. The presence of you, where every move and each impulse brings clarity and to stay like this is all that I ever need. If I'm lying I'm dying, I just can't have enough of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every good things comes with a price. Our bond were challenged by so many obstacles. My parents disapproved you. My siblings too. Some of my relatives and friends too. However some likes you very much and even had the balls to said that they wanted you as theirs. Damn, was I jealoused. Then we rendevouz secretly without them knowing. Remember those times when sneaked in? Memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the challenged took its toll on me. I couldn't bare it on my shoulder and that is when I let you go. I let you went away. It was a long period of time and a day is like forever. Then time managed to heal me. I beginning to forget about you. Your smell, the touch on my lips, and your warm presence in my trouble. You were there when I was in trouble. You were there to hear every bit of my uttered word of wisdom and hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fine when you were not around. I was a whole new man as happy as a king until one day. You showed up. You had th guts to show up in front of my naked eye. You were with my friends. Tempting me into your vicious trap. And so..&lt;br /&gt;I fell back into you. Not knowing all the good things I could had without you around, I was purely blinded by you. I let my guard down and I fell for you again. So we spent time together most of the times. Hang out with our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I knew now that I should have not fallen into you again. I realised how your evil trick works. I will put in my best effort not to fall into you again. No, not this time. Not the third time. I understand your scheme. I know them well. You too began to deteriorate my health, making me burn myself inside with every bit of your presence. You made my heart pops. You made me out of breathe with your charm. No! I'm no fool anymore. I will now resist you. I've found a new muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories eventhough they wasn't so great. No, I don't love you. I hate you now. I do. If only you're human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Dunhill, Marlboro and Winston. I'm stopping for real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-2452874542324359137?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2452874542324359137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/12/sweetest-sin.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/2452874542324359137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/2452874542324359137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/12/sweetest-sin.html' title='Sweetest sin'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-4085978191730940114</id><published>2009-12-12T02:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T03:08:29.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><title type='text'>Square root of three.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fear that I will always be a lonely number like root three,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A three is all that's good and right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why must my three keep out of sight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beneath a vicious square root sign?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish instead I were a nine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For nine could thwart this evil trick,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With just some quick arithmetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now I never see the sun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As 1.7321.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such is my reality,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sad irrationality,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When, hark, what is this I see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another square root of a three,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Has quitely come waltzing by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Together now we multiply,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To form a number we prefer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rejoicing as an integer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We break free from our mortal bond,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And with a wave of magic wands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our square root sign become unglued,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And love for me has been renewed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Huh, I'm still a square root of three. None has been renewed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-4085978191730940114?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/4085978191730940114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/12/square-root-of-three.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/4085978191730940114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/4085978191730940114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/12/square-root-of-three.html' title='Square root of three.'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-3857039347704866517</id><published>2009-12-06T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:49:38.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SxuzoD--AsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/w09qIjKlNAs/s1600-h/Dashboard-Confessional-Alter-The-Ending.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412116878061339330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SxuzoD--AsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/w09qIjKlNAs/s320/Dashboard-Confessional-Alter-The-Ending.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dashboard Confessional came out with a new album, Alter The Ending! Tunes to listen to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Belle of The Boulevard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even Now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alter The Ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, right now I'm not sure what to feel. No, it's not the exam. I'm not looking foward to stay here, I'm not looking forward for the hols, I'm not looking forward for placement result, I'm just not sure what I have in mind. However, I do know that I am confused. Drop dead &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt;. Help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-3857039347704866517?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3857039347704866517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/12/help.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3857039347704866517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3857039347704866517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/12/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SxuzoD--AsI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/w09qIjKlNAs/s72-c/Dashboard-Confessional-Alter-The-Ending.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-471566167427930675</id><published>2009-12-06T01:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T02:15:52.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liverpool.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3rd sem exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Is it Saturday? Oh it's Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It gets interesting as you read further. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boring part (you may skip this if you wish, no I won't get offended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned previously, I am in the brink of the 3rd Semester examination (no, not the finals yet!). 2 Biology papers had passed and it was &lt;em&gt;unpredictably&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So as 2 Business and Management papers done and I was ill at ease that some said it was easy but the furthest that I thought I can go is 5 (it's a C). With few more papers coming, I'm not sure whether I'll live. Do not be suprised if the headline of a newspaper or tabloid come out with "&lt;em&gt;Deadboy in campus&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's the exam but the fact that The Blackburn Rovers won against Chelsea hooked me into watching The Rovers against Liverpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now we go down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:31 mins, was the first ambitious try by Emerton. I could literally fell asleep during the first half as both side were &lt;em&gt;teasing&lt;/em&gt; each other trying to win possession with a sloth-kind-of-pace. I wondered before the match, Torres still taking care of his precious groin, Babel is out for his ankle injury, so who is playing foward? Voronin? Ah, Rafa wouldn't put him there. Suprisingly, it's our captain Gerrard who took the 1 in the 4-5-1 formation. The first half potraits The Rovers tactical playing and The Kop were playing as if they were having a training. Gerrard with the responsibility as a the striker, make his effort to carry the burden on his shoulder (more to like on his leg) but then again it is obviously seen that he is better as a skipper. A wonderful space was given to him but then he failed to score one at 37 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second half? Having slow tempo during the first half, both team played with a faster pace on the second half. What kills me the most is that lots and lots of chances were wasted down the drain. Some said it was the caused of Ngog whom took over Reira responsibility in second half. The highlight was the perfect chance for scoring created for Liverpool. Johnson perfectly made his way into the box and an accurate pass was made to Ngog. So he shoot and the ball hit the top post instead of the net of the goal. It was full of suspense! Other substitution was El-Zhar for the Israeli Benayoun on the Kop's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only booking was made in the game was a yellow card of El-Hadji Diouf on the Rover's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all, the spaniard Reina had a lot of saves and they were a piece of cake to him. None was penetrated into The Merseysider goal. The former Chelsea, Di Santo played well too having a lot of try and possession for Blackburn. The man of the match was obviously Johnson. Defended well, playing as the wing beautifully and created many chances. It was obvious that the kid rocks pretty much that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulation to The Gunners for their winning against Stoke City :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and what's up with Man City? livescore.com just showed Adebayor made an own goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Oh, it's great to see you smile :)&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are.&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/6425595279881907795-471566167427930675?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/471566167427930675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-it-saturday-oh-its-sunday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/471566167427930675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/471566167427930675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/12/is-it-saturday-oh-its-sunday.html' title='Is it Saturday? 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Any interesting details will be updated soon ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;3RD SEM EXAM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulation to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Merseyside Red&lt;/span&gt; for the 2-nil win against the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Merseyside Blue&lt;/span&gt;! No commentary on this one, missed the game thanks to the coming exam for biology prep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pro Evolution Soccer 2010&lt;/span&gt;, in no doubt. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friggin Superduperly Awesome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Having all the player in their recent clubs position, it's worth playing rather than watching New Moon (pfft, anything is worth doing than that).&lt;br /&gt;Fav team: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Liverpool&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Manchester City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Gunners&lt;/span&gt; suck in the game but you guys still rock in real life unlike &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea examination, end your torment soon so I can enjoy nice PES playing with my brother and my cousin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-3689903665323334450?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3689903665323334450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/11/pes-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3689903665323334450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3689903665323334450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/11/pes-2010.html' title='PES 2010'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-3699101187088396353</id><published>2009-11-23T17:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:26:43.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the kop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orgasmic.'/><title type='text'>Orgasmic</title><content type='html'>Pfft! I was planning on writing this on Sunday but couldn't steal the right time. My Business IA have to be improved (there's no issue in my business commentary) so I figure that I'll write a match commentary instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, A bar of MARS a day helps you work, rest and play! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hard day could be so reviving with the presence of MARS. It was so&lt;strong&gt; orgasmic&lt;/strong&gt;. (It had been a while sinced Koperasi actually sells MARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was obvious that Rafa shaked absolutely inside. The Spaniard may also had some shots before he stepped on the field as his appereance could lead us to such assumption. The rosy cheeks are more to pitchfork red this time as his career is clinging on a few more matches including this match against Manchester City. The walking dead, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The lead goal looks promising as The Kop thought they could retain the goal by playing defensive. Yet, they were absolutely wrong. Skrtel had to tried twice of his header ability (provided that he is bald) to actually obtained a goal. The first piece taking was taken by Gerrard, accurately falls in Skrtel's area but he then failed to deliver a nice header as a starting goal. However, a few minutes later, dejavu strikes as the piece taking was then again taken by Gerrard, with the same accuracy falls into Skrtel's possession which he then delivered a great header having the ball sharply strike the ground and bounce back making Given a foolish goalkeeper trying to reach for nothing but air. Skrtel secure a lead for Liverpool and having the role of marking Adebayor, the speedy Man City player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not just Skrtel whom had his chance. The Merseysider captain, Gerrard a couple of chances which he misses the target by a few inches or centimetres, perhaps. Two longshots (typical Gerrard style) was saved by Given. All and all, Gerrard performed uberly well that day. Way to go, captain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The exuberant moment of leading ends with a copycat goal from Mark Hughes' men. A corner, taken by Bellamy, made its way through to Adebayor having him the perfect chance for a header. Dummied, Reina failed to have a catch. Adebayor was obviously marked by two men, knowing his potential. Skrtel and Carragher took the role but then during the corner, Carragher was off to mark another player leaving Skrtel behind only with Adebayor. Ironically, it was Skrtel whom scored the goal and it was him whom failed to defend the ball from Adebayor during the piece-taking. Camera focused on him showing his enmity towards Adebayor's action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1-all on the board giving Liverpool the pressure because their expectation was lifted high due to the team ability of playing well as the home team. Having the privilaged, The Kops' hope was crushed by a sudden strike by Ireland on the 85th minute. the fans were dissapointed nailed to the Anfield's chairs. Contrast to the fans, Liverpool players striked back with a sudden counter having Benayoun to slide his lovely left leg for an equalizer! There it was 2-all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of the most-talk-about-events of the match was the hex of injuries upon the Liverpool players. Torres, the key player was out for a groin injuries and so as the one whom always play on the side, Johnson. During the match itself, Liverpool fans had to watch their defender Agger being stretchered for a concussion for five stitches in the head. The misfortunate player was then substituted with the Greece captain, Kyrgiakos. Babel then too suffered from an ankle injury during the match by an accident of a teammate. Babel was then subbed with Yossi Benayoun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The game keeps on getting interesting with bookings for Lucas, and Mascherano Italian act. Other than that, there was a last minute ambitious try by Bellamy. The last subbed was done, Benayoun out and Aurelio in for a free kick but wasted. The ball then goes for a corner, with Gerrard having to be the piece taker. Another corner! Aurelio took it but the 4 minute man failed to uplift his name. The game ended right after the last corner. Just like the MARS, it was &lt;strong&gt;orgasmic&lt;/strong&gt; ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tie is never a satisfaction for Liverpool having to play on their own ground. Rafa immediately made a public statement that they can finish as top four at least for the league. Well Rafa, you better be or Manchini might be sitting there at your place eating his chewing gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You'll Never Walk Alone!&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/6425595279881907795-3699101187088396353?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3699101187088396353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/11/orgasmic.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3699101187088396353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3699101187088396353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/11/orgasmic.html' title='Orgasmic'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-1165362606832078163</id><published>2009-11-21T10:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T11:45:58.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pervert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orang minyak putih'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asthma'/><title type='text'>It's not a ghost it's a pervert.</title><content type='html'>So another ugly weekend in the college. Down with a flu and depressed as sun of a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the Friday night watching Push, a movie (the only cast that I know is Dakota Fanning),&lt;br /&gt;rumors states that the movie effects were made by Malaysian by our very own film industry company, Grand Brilliance. As impossible as it may seemed I checked and Grand Brilliance was credited. At first I thought the Malaysians purposely claimed theirs as thats what Malaysians always do. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I slept afterwards hoping to dream that I could possess telekinetics power to move things around by my own will and to make out with a half-dying-drug-addict-looking-chick whom can control my mind.. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a jolt and I woke up. Crap. I swear it was so disturbing. I check on the time and it was 4:++ a.m. as I remember. I cant barely breathe. This is not a methaphor shit as I really cant breathe. Asthma attack. Then I remember I left the inhaler in my room upstairs. With the will that I have, (I dont wanna die yet as I have not repent for my wrong doings. Oh God, forgive me for I have sinned each and every day), so I brought myself upstairs and I saw something peculiar at the Lorong Mida' (figure out yourself where Lorong Mida' is. DUH).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God I do not make this shit up but I did saw it with my own naked eyes. A guy was running from Lorong Mida' with white blanket on. I saw him and he saw me. He then tried to run away by making himself camouflaged near Abang Man's house but my view were just to wide I can still see him or maybe he is just a dumb ass as white does not camouflage with the dark, dumbo. Then he decided to ran down towards the block and reached behind the B block. I saw the guy wearing a t and a shorts covered with a white blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure, he must had been back from the F block or he had just make out with some girl at Lorong Mida' or perhaps he had make out with a banshee (well, you know these modern days). Correct me if im wrong as is there any more possibilities why a guy ran his way from being recognized? I could had chase him and made him scat in his pants but I choosed not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wey, maybe dia hantu kot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bukan bodoh. orang, aku nampak kot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"maybe dia hantu and dia takut kau sebab dia ingat kau takot dia".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hantu tak takot aku, Naim".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-1165362606832078163?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1165362606832078163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-not-ghost-its-pervert.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1165362606832078163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1165362606832078163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-not-ghost-its-pervert.html' title='It&apos;s not a ghost it&apos;s a pervert.'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-886822507696581891</id><published>2009-11-18T12:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:58:44.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minor operation'/><title type='text'>I dedicate this to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can hear &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; heart beat for a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;And the heavens open every time &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; smiles&lt;br /&gt;And when I come to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;, that's where I belong&lt;br /&gt;I'm running to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; like a river's song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; give me love, love, love, love, crazy love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt;'s got a fine sense of humor when I'm feeling low down&lt;br /&gt;And when I come to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;when the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;Take away my trouble, take away my grief&lt;br /&gt;Take away my heartache in the night like a thief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I need &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; in the daytime&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I need &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm returning from so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; gives me some sweet lovin' brighten up my day&lt;br /&gt;It'll make me feel righteous, make me feel whole&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel mellow down into my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is for you, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mama&lt;/span&gt; :).&lt;br /&gt;Thank God the operation went well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;Your son misses you :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6425595279881907795-886822507696581891?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/886822507696581891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dedicate-this-to-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/886822507696581891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/886822507696581891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dedicate-this-to-you.html' title='I dedicate this to you'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-8567854500176119836</id><published>2009-11-09T03:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T03:36:58.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutorials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elmo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kalah'/><title type='text'>Slit my wrist</title><content type='html'>I feel like Wikus turning into a fucking prawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a red hot pot of stew. it's 3 a.m. and I still have Biology and Math tutorials to go. Not to mention, 2 lab reports. Oh, Malay presentation and all of em are due by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ass for procrastinating. What kills me the most is that things just started to get right and now it fell apart. I could not have at least a day to be happy? Cut me some slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AndwhyisthefuckingMAXISBroadbandkeepsonconvertingintoCELCOMBroadband????????!!!!!!! May I at least online in peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not getting enough sleep and tomorrow is monday. Yes, I'm gonna be a bitch tomorrow, so beware!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uyag%^$*%*#%^*$^&amp;amp;uyguygbkjlbljhufyt%(&amp;amp;(*^*&amp;amp;^%^&amp;amp;%^$$#^%$^&amp;amp;%^gfuyfytfyf6832tr98724yhfo9qhigb$#%$^%V^$EV%$C$&amp;amp;^%^&amp;amp;%*%(&amp;amp;*gyfuyfkyl$%^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days to go for my placement interview. Shit that reminds me I hafta prepare 3 prepared essays and make research on the interview and for the test on that day. That just also remind me that my interview might fall on the same day or perhaps the same time as my Malay IOC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'd die tonight, I just wanna say I love all of you. I love every bit of you guys and thanks a million for being there for me. I apologise for my wrong doings toward you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditto if I'd die tomorrow. Please call the police if either one of my Biology or Math teacher is trying to kill me tomorrow. Especially to my fellow classmates. If you don't I swear I'll haunt you for the rest of my after-life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did United won? or Chelsea? (Malay IOC: Gaya bahasa sindiran, 'sarkasme'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me God for I have sinned. Oh how I wish I'm elmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SvcbYQTQJaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/13KkfPI3aSM/s1600-h/Elmo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SvcbYQTQJaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/13KkfPI3aSM/s320/Elmo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401816381560726946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUMMY?? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-8567854500176119836?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8567854500176119836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/11/slit-my-wrist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/8567854500176119836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/8567854500176119836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/11/slit-my-wrist.html' title='Slit my wrist'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SvcbYQTQJaI/AAAAAAAAAGI/13KkfPI3aSM/s72-c/Elmo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-1672145298610265856</id><published>2009-11-07T17:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T02:31:40.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SvVH3nBPCDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6HJbQvRJKPY/s1600-h/michaelbuble-crazylove2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401302348793317426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SvVH3nBPCDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6HJbQvRJKPY/s320/michaelbuble-crazylove2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more than a month anticipation has finally come to an end! The new Michael Buble album has been obtained. This added as my #6 Michael Buble discography for the past 6 years (I missed the last 2 years Christmas EP, Let It Snow. Yet to be found in eBay). Although the songs are mostly aged by time, Michael, together with his team and his mentor David Foster, they freshened them up notwithstanding his ability to sing contemporary songs. Again, Michael Buble is the finest artist I known so far as I've been listening to him for the past 6 years. Having sent to school by my father while listening to Michael Buble and able to sing together because both of us knew the songs as they were the songs that he listened to back then. Great songs to be shared with your love ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit goes to the person whom contributed 2 Michael Buble discographies into my collection. You've been the greatest and always the best. Thank you. I know better things awaits you in the future. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SvVEnlzFClI/AAAAAAAAAFw/kFyybOToa2c/s1600-h/michaelbuble-crazylove2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/6425595279881907795-1672145298610265856?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1672145298610265856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/11/crazy-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1672145298610265856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1672145298610265856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/11/crazy-love.html' title='Crazy Love'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SvVH3nBPCDI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6HJbQvRJKPY/s72-c/michaelbuble-crazylove2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-1688242686835043469</id><published>2009-11-03T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T01:22:22.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liverpool lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='get lost'/><title type='text'>Arson</title><content type='html'>I understand that being in KMB is so stressed out. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also acknowledge the fact that some people just dont have a life and inadequate entertainment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up to a point that they have nothing to do but to poke into others' business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much heard of some unpleasant rumors lately. By some I do not mean one or two, but more. I wonder, how does the rumor spread like an arson? Who made the spark? Who catalysted it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna slip in any euphemisme for this so seriously, lay your fucking finger off my business. You'd be better off studying for the friggin' IB. I know where I stand with my lil ass &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt; point but then again, go study and stop gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its not that I really mind about it but its not that I dont mind about it at all. One or two could still make me sit back, watch and grit my teeth but its just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this may sound like I'm being paranoid but my ears burn when I heard unpleasant things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So, a reminder, stop fucking gossiping. If you ever had a dog I bet it would rather play catch by itself. You people make me cuss too much :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hell week. Liverpool lost badly against Fulham. Can't really blame anyone. Don't blame Rafa, I'm sure he knows what he's doing. Seriously, there's a silver lining on every cloud. I hope they win against Lyon this Wednesday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so I lost 50 bucks and I had to walk all the way from Bukit Bintang to Damai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standardized test on Thursday. Math. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knew that &lt;strong&gt;someone that I have a heart for is having her heart for someone else&lt;/strong&gt;. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost my fucking guitar. The only one I have. Seriously I want it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, WHO DID THE ARSON OF B122? Literally an arson of the mattress B122&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially hate listening to Secondhand Serenade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-1688242686835043469?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1688242686835043469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/11/arson.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1688242686835043469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1688242686835043469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/11/arson.html' title='Arson'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-3554353673698835273</id><published>2009-10-27T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:16:21.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busuk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><title type='text'>Disturbed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks to a few of my friends I just got myself a 'dream cocktail' today. A mixed of everything nice and not. Gaaaahhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The dream was set at night. I was on a rooftop with a few fellow friends. So they were talking and all. Then a friend of mine (he-must-not-be-named) was juggling 3 oranges. For a reason I could laugh and pee in my pants at the same time. Then I was heading down when out of sudden there were tents. Pitchfork red coloured tents randomly on the ground. So I went inside one of it. It was quite dark as the only light presence is the shine from the moon. So I went and lay myself down in one of the tent. Out of all sudden a shadow was seen outside the tent. Then the tent was unzipped (whoa! dont get the wrong idea YET), and another friend of mine, well a colleague is more appropriate rather than a friend as I don't know her much, pops her head in (she-must-not-be-name). Honestly I remembered that I was not wearing decent clothing at that time so I blushly covered myself when she pops her head in. Then the magic happens, oh, I don't wanna get into the details but i remember the most when she twisted her hair on her finger. I swear I did not make this shit up but it was so fucking disturbing. Why? Some random colleague pops in my dream and hitting on me sexually, yes it is very much disturbing. The worst part is that I felt it. Then before things get too much, I woke up. Thank God :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Post mortem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So, the dream is a cocktail mixed of some occurences during the weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The rooftop was a place that I spend time during the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The orange juggler is a friend of mine who really likes fresh orange who happens to be drinking too much of fresh orange during our hang out :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The tents was because before I went to sleep, a friend of mine was telling me that a chick offered him some tents. Random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The pitchfork red colour most probably because I wore red for the whole day from class to the library at night to celebrate the winning of The Kop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The moonlight is because the study carol was on and it was right in front of my face when I was sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She-who-must-not-be-name is a colleague who I happened to walk behind her a day ago. No, I'm not a pervert and I don't have a crush or anything towards her (cause we barely even talk) but it wasnt planned, I swear to God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The finger hair twisting took place during a memorable night. And a part of Hands Down lyric that I happened to be listening before I sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the disturbing part of the dream is because a day ago, a friend of mine was so curious on how men experienced sexually-like dream so I had to explained it to her as she was having somewhat of the same disturbing dream except that it is less obscene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Must listen: The Blower's Daughter by Damien Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Must watch: Closer&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/6425595279881907795-3554353673698835273?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3554353673698835273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/10/disturbed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3554353673698835273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3554353673698835273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/10/disturbed.html' title='Disturbed'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-2311346843846013375</id><published>2009-10-23T00:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:35:28.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the academy is...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kasabian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='underdog'/><title type='text'>Watch Star Wars saga with me and I'll marry you :)</title><content type='html'>No, I am not contented with what I have and no, no, no, I did not get what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, things just fall apart. Weekends are obviously never the same again. No going back home for 2 months. Prohibited to go out. Well, it's gonna be the same shit next sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the goddam priorities. Well, I believe that having too many priorities just make none priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are nothing much to post blog about lately as its the same shit everyday in college. Stuck in emotional turmoil I am finding my way out. Well, I'm not gonna mention any hardships that I'm facing or anything because its just pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I know is that I missed those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't. Then again, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down, why would I be bothered of doing something that I'm never good at anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Might as well concentrate on something that I'm good at which is yet to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been nothing but a wheenie whiner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something stroke me. I remembered being beside the deathbed of my grandfather. I thought of what he might be thinking. I'm sure if I were in his shoes I would be regreting of what I've done and what I should have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, carpe diem quam minimum credula prostero :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I can't do it. Fuck. Good luck, Manul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Must listen: Kasabian - Underdog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-2311346843846013375?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2311346843846013375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/10/watch-star-wars-saga-with-me-and-ill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/2311346843846013375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/2311346843846013375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/10/watch-star-wars-saga-with-me-and-ill.html' title='Watch Star Wars saga with me and I&apos;ll marry you :)'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-1794638691263698329</id><published>2009-10-13T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:55:13.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='placement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funeral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slit-wrist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hex'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>I do wonder, when will I get back on my feet? Am I being hexed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got scolded by your Biology teacher in class for scoring lowest in class for Bio test with a mark of 4/36 and 5/17. Not to forget, for involving in the incident of going to the washroom when she entered the class which pretty much pissed her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get all emotional and unable to be professional during a debate entitled "Social Networking Have Improved Communication". You stuttered and you're being abscent minded. You get a remark that you unlikely want to hear. Oh and you gave the guest a terrible perception about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've just realised that you've been living in denial all this while that some things are just too late to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bump into some people that you wish you won't bump into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you just knew that you MIGHT not be able to pursue your study for any Med School in UK, Ireland, New Zealand and Australia as your name is not on any of the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew you only have one option left which is Czech Rep. but then you really feel that you're friggin sure you won't be going there as your name might again not be in the list and that your dad really discourage you to go to Czech Rep. and that you have to learn their language to study there, no offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What suprised you is, all of these events happened in a day like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what awaits me tomorrow. Do cut me some slack, I am begging here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-1794638691263698329?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1794638691263698329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/10/beautiful-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1794638691263698329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1794638691263698329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/10/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful Day'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-1525176179643714552</id><published>2009-10-12T17:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T17:48:19.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still haven't found what I'm looking for.</title><content type='html'>So the Malay A1 test is over. I managed to get it done half an hour earlier and pay the sleeping debt of last night. I did not have a nice sleep last night as I did not sleep at all. GAAAHHH!&lt;br /&gt;So while everyone is struggling doing their Malay test, I took my way to the dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I remember I was wearing a yellow crocs (which I only own the red one). So there was a bunch of kids. Oh, as I recall it looks like Sunway Lagoon. So i accidently kicked my crocs down the slide where the kids then threw it further down somekinda ledge. So I suicidely jumped to get my crocs and end up in a pool full of phony grownups. I managed to get only one side of my crocs whereas the other is still missing. Then I managed to climb up a slide from the pool. As I was at the peak, someone that I don't wanna meet is there. Crap. So we were forced to be in the same cart to go down the slide from the peak. We refused to talk to each other and I am very very contented that way :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, masa dah tamat!".&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go to sleep now. I thought of some dorky idea. I wish I could spend hours watching Star Wars Saga back to back with someone. Anyone up to it? Perhaps that could put a smile on my face :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-1525176179643714552?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1525176179643714552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-still-havent-found-what-im-looking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1525176179643714552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1525176179643714552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-still-havent-found-what-im-looking.html' title='I still haven&apos;t found what I&apos;m looking for.'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-5005523592793070033</id><published>2009-10-07T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:35:37.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underdog</title><content type='html'>Emotion turmoil. My neurons stop sending impulses especially to the brain. Everything seems to be moving faster, lately or perhaps I am the one that ain't moving at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is what I need and time is what I don't have. I don't know how to feel. I don't know what to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, this is so pessimist. Give me a reason to smile..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-5005523592793070033?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5005523592793070033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/10/underdog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/5005523592793070033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/5005523592793070033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/10/underdog.html' title='Underdog'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-1600925029512121646</id><published>2009-09-30T23:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:07:00.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puberty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenagers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extended Essays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pimples'/><title type='text'>Teenage Dirtbag</title><content type='html'>A few minutes get-away from Extended Essay. I was listening to my playlist when this song came up;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got two tickets to Iron Maiden baby,&lt;br /&gt;come with me Friday don't say maybe,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby, like you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mind started flashing into the past when the movie '&lt;em&gt;Loser&lt;/em&gt;' came out. It was one of the best movie I had ever watched. I remember it was the year 2000. Back then I was 10 years old if I'm not mistaken. I don't know, you do the calculation. I'm no good in math.&lt;br /&gt;So it was about a guy liking a girl (I know it sounds cliche but believe me, it is not). I can't really recall the whole thing. Oh my, I wish I could watch it all again. I tried downloading it on Torrent but it failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember another one movie that I wish I could watch again. &lt;em&gt;'Deadman on Campus' (1998)&lt;/em&gt;. Gosh, the movie was great. I like Cliff in particular. It's about a bunch of college students trying to make their way to graduate by having to kill a roomate for some privilage. Damn, I can't even recall that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this movie called &lt;em&gt;'Roadtrip' (2000)&lt;/em&gt;. Starring the kid in Simple Plan's music video I'm Just A Kid. It's Roadtrip not Eurotrip. Eurotrip sucks like hell. It's like a softporn somesort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I wish I could spend the weekend watching these 3 movies. Get me these movies and I'll marry you :). Seriously. or perhaps reward you with catfoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These movies reminds me of the times when I'm facing identity crisis during my teenage years. I'm sure we all faced that. Not knowing who we should grow up into, not knowing what clothes should we wear, what style should we obey to or perhaps what kind of music we should like. Whereas the teenagers nowadays grow up with movies such as High School Musical, Hannah Montana and so on. No offence, but it seems less immature than what we, and by we I mean the 89s to the 91s, adopt during our identity crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember wearing horrible over-sized clothes. I remember walking around with a bulky Sony Walkman in my pocket. Then comes the Discman. Hitting puberty, trying to look cool and popping pimples. I remember going through the phases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what I find lovely is that the identity crisis means the world to me back then. The feeling of affiliated to a certain society means everything. That is like the biggest problem that we all have to face during that time. There was nothing much more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the time is over. Now all that we worry about is our Extended Essays, our Business and Economics IAs, our Pure Mathematics, all the assignments that you and I could ever imagine. Those mean the world to us now. Nothing else matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd better get back to EE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-1600925029512121646?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1600925029512121646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/09/loser.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1600925029512121646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1600925029512121646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/09/loser.html' title='Teenage Dirtbag'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-5733839137605347059</id><published>2009-09-15T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:49:44.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='well-known people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Googling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;6 people that I find worth &lt;em&gt;Googling&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;John Stith Pemberton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;William Bill Shankly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frank Lucas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J. D. Salinger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saloth Sar (Pol Pot)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Wladziu Valentino Liberace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Google&lt;/em&gt; these guys. Try it. It won't bite :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-5733839137605347059?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5733839137605347059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/09/googling.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/5733839137605347059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/5733839137605347059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/09/googling.html' title='Googling'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-5940078556163971877</id><published>2009-09-13T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:51:32.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Cheers for Benayoun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;4 Liverpool - Burnley 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Liverpool against Burnley uplifted Liverpool to a quite more comfortable level. The game was fantastic and full of drama. Started with an easy play when Burnley ambitiously tried during the start of the game (the only good try by them :p). The game becomes more dramatic as the Israelis Benayoun put in his gears for winning the game!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The first goal was a good one as Benayoun dribble along the defenders and strike it in pilfering hopes from Burnley :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The second goal was rather unplanned. A try which deflected from the keeper into Kuyt's oppurtunity as he was there at the right time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The third goal was a brilliant triple-tech! The strategic goal for Benayoun with the assistance of Torres and Gerrard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then comes the controversial part of the game. Gerrard took a free kick in a well manner which lead to Benayoun's ambitious hatrick. However, the linesman call it an offside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then when the pace was going faster, Benayoun comes with his hatrick. The Israeli nailed it well at a crucial time of the game which landed liverpool in a win of a great goal difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Benitez seems to be pretty well organized as the subs were done wonderfully. All was done during the second half. Degen was in for Johnson's place. Voronin was then substituted in, taking over Kuyt's place and the last sub was Torres for the freshleg, Ngog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Brazillian Lucas defended pretty well today giving Burnley a hard time trying. Not to forget, Johnson tried as what Xabi Alonso could have done or as what he himself had done at the Reebok Stadium against The Wanderers, to strike at a very unpredictable range. What awked me is typical Gerrard's next to poll score was saved beautifully by the keeper. Nevertheless, all of his piece-taking was wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Liverpool played well and they had learned their lesson. The 31 streak winning home game was broke by the Villas and no other team could ever bring them down again in Anfield because This Is Anfield :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fans, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You'll Never Walk Alone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/6425595279881907795-5940078556163971877?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5940078556163971877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/09/three-cheers-for-benayoun.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/5940078556163971877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/5940078556163971877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/09/three-cheers-for-benayoun.html' title='Three Cheers for Benayoun'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-1670988420239079842</id><published>2009-09-07T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:58:16.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Radioheadandshoulderkneesandtoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The reason why people should listen to Radiohead is that they have a variation type of acoustic. From something light to something intermediately heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Artist: Radiohead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Album: The Bends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two jumps in a week&lt;br /&gt;I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy?&lt;br /&gt;Flying on your motorcycle,&lt;br /&gt;Watching all the ground beneath you drop&lt;br /&gt;You'd kill yourself for recognition,&lt;br /&gt;Kill yourself to never ever stop&lt;br /&gt;You broke another mirror,&lt;br /&gt;You're turning into something you are not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drying up in conversation,&lt;br /&gt;You will be the one who cannot talk&lt;br /&gt;All your insides fall to pieces,&lt;br /&gt;You just sit there wishing you could still make love&lt;br /&gt;They're the ones who'll hate you&lt;br /&gt;When you think you've got the world all sussed out&lt;br /&gt;They're the ones who'll spit at you,&lt;br /&gt;You will be the one screaming out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the best thing that you ever had,&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that you ever, ever had&lt;br /&gt;It's the best thing that you ever had,&lt;br /&gt;The best thing you ever had has gone away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-1670988420239079842?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1670988420239079842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/09/radioheadandshoulderkneesandtoes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1670988420239079842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1670988420239079842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/09/radioheadandshoulderkneesandtoes.html' title='Radioheadandshoulderkneesandtoes'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-8057543962642467315</id><published>2009-09-03T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:14:50.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing Pavement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Should I give up, or should I just keep chasing pavement even if it leads no where?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I gave up hoping on hopes. I was dissapointed millions of time before but I was insisted to give it another shot. So I hope. I did. Then I overdo it, I hope higher and it kept on getting higher. Then dissapointment made it's room in again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone got what they wanted or at least they have something. I knew I should have made my decision wisely. They said aim for the stars and you fall on the moon, it's all bullcrap. I'm falling way down than that. I knew I should have realise on where I stand. Who I am. What I'm capable of. I took it for granted. Now I know where I stand, who I am and what I'm never capable of. This is not what I had in mind when I first step my foot in this college. Things just went haywired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know I can't blame anyone but myself in this. How selfish of me to think this is someone elses doings. It's your own fault, Manul. It's your own fault. You could have fix everything up but you took it for granted. I'm back in square one. I've been in this situation and I made my way out but this is different. I'm out of options.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kudos guys. You're bounded to UK, to Ireland and carry on with what I always wanted to. Again, it's my own fault and ain't it a bit too late too realise that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a future matter. I had it, I had it all planned but I didn't put the pieces. No matter how much I regret it, it won't change anything much. I failed myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-8057543962642467315?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8057543962642467315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/09/chasing-pavement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/8057543962642467315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/8057543962642467315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/09/chasing-pavement.html' title='Chasing Pavement'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-3236921552590546869</id><published>2009-08-31T09:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:14:29.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs</title><content type='html'>I remember having a conversation with my dad a long time ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man minat antique car tak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Best. Yang vintage lagi cool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Macam mana? Mini ke, VW ke, Benz lama?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ntah. Mane2 je. Ada 4 tires and ada steering. Cukuplah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ele, aircond tade tak tahan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Papa belikan Man satu nanti bila Man da ada license. Pak Teh ada Benz lama dia nak jual. Cik Ani pon ada Mini".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha ah. Tapi kena la ada license dulu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that on, I knew my dad promised such a price because he knew I can never ace my driving test. And so I didn't. I passed the computer test, kill me if i don't; I pass the parking, slope and 3 pointer; but I failed my on the road test TWICE. Apparently, either I was too stupid or the JPJ officers just ain't doing their job or perhaps my driving school hasn't pay the duit kopi yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a year passed I didn't bother to retook after failed TWICE. I become a daredevil started to drive cars and dare myself to a limit and drove 170km/h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i decided to retook the test and I had to the the slopeshit thingy all over again just because the test I took had expired. Baring with the failure in the past, I took it. Lucky me the JPJ officers fell asleep of my decent driving. I swear to God if he ever failed me, I'll cut his balls off and serve them to his family, rape his wife and kill the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, knowing I have such intention, he passed me. *woot*woot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the authority to legally drive on the road, my dad congratulates me and wishes me to drive him for any errands, except that he is in Terengganu. I'm so gonna drive his S40 at about 200km/h on the Maju Expressway or die trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my antique now. No compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY MERDEKA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"NEGARAKU, NEGARAKU-KU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NEGARAKU, NEGARA-KU-KU"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Namewee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so gonna be bust by ISA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-3236921552590546869?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3236921552590546869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/signs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3236921552590546869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3236921552590546869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/signs.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-3564266488328592920</id><published>2009-08-29T12:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T12:39:21.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Colour</title><content type='html'>It just occured to me of questioning myself, "what have I been doing for the past 19 years?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to some event, I realised on how the people around me are satisfied with the life that they are having now whereas I am left perplexed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw how my friends grew. The people that I was around with in about perhaps years ago. It felt like yesterday when you know something and today everything just change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my mind works in a way of dominance erratic instability. There are just times when you are not assured of what you want. Options should not be an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my life but there are some things missing. I want to be a part of something. I want to be a part of everything, how greedy of me. I have been doing mistakes and there are just some that can't be fixed nor to be make it up to. The clock can't be reset and the pendulum swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my music to shuffle and I can't stop at any one. All of them seems to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of crisis am I dealing with now? I am discourage, there's a lack of colour here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manul emodumbshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-3564266488328592920?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3564266488328592920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/lack-of-colour.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3564266488328592920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3564266488328592920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/lack-of-colour.html' title='Lack of Colour'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-2828888418220479734</id><published>2009-08-24T08:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T08:23:15.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P/S</title><content type='html'>Regarding the previous post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't smoke nor watch porn. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not that I haven't but i don't prefer to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-2828888418220479734?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2828888418220479734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/ps.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/2828888418220479734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/2828888418220479734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/ps.html' title='P/S'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-7529271241586317533</id><published>2009-08-22T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:45:56.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wreck of the Day</title><content type='html'>Ramadhan's here. Cool. It's fasting time. I'm looking it at the bright side. It's like a losing weight program that last for a month. Ain't that bad. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are quite some things that I have to lay off like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The goodie-o 'naroo', our lingo of cigarettes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Porn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Porn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picking nose. It might be a myth though. It's not wrong to pick nose.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, food and drinks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Porn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;That should be it I think but hey! it's okay during the nights. muahahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first day tells it all. Im in bentong (you dont even know where that is!), woke up late trying to get done with Business IA, I thought of going to the CC to check on my facebook, farmville actually, i suck but im still playing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So my sis, her bf and I went out. I drove confidently till my sis told me that she drove the car yesterday with fuel warning. Fuck. Fuck. Out of all sudden I felt the car 'jingle'. It was so obvious as the jingle transfered up to my balls. It does literally felt jinglish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From nice and sensual jingling, the car started to stuttered like Wo Fei Hong and -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The enjine was off. Kapoosh. We thought it ran out of fuel so we went to fill up a 5litres mineral bottle with fuel. Coincidencely, I manage to drove it just a few metres away from the petrol station :D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we filled up the tank. There were still a problem. Dumbshit, the engine started but it can't , maintain itself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coincidencely, there was a workshop next to the petrol station. I know there were lots of coincidence happening but this is not a lie. It happened. For real. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we went to the workshop and the it was own by an old man and he took the car for repairing. Sadly, my uncle passed by and we were caught in the act so my grandma call the old guy who happens to be the mechanics that we looked for earlier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the car is in repair and I walked to the Cyber Cafe to get internet access and here I am writing the post. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Ramadhan :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-7529271241586317533?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/7529271241586317533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/wreck-of-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/7529271241586317533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/7529271241586317533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/wreck-of-day.html' title='Wreck of the Day'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-1430470416156608430</id><published>2009-08-18T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:54:26.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser</title><content type='html'>I do not have facebook. They call me a loser =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-1430470416156608430?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1430470416156608430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/loser.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1430470416156608430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1430470416156608430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/loser.html' title='Loser'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-7422892765654089987</id><published>2009-08-09T23:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:50:07.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>39.90</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/Sn76HZaGrlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/785tOS4ZHes/s1600-h/Michael-Buble-Meets-Madison-Squ-476149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368002810858614354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/Sn76HZaGrlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/785tOS4ZHes/s320/Michael-Buble-Meets-Madison-Squ-476149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got this for 39.90 bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another part of my collection on Michael Buble's discographies. Been collecting since I was 13.  Michael's the best! A major inspiration in my music interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6425595279881907795-7422892765654089987?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/7422892765654089987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/3990.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/7422892765654089987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/7422892765654089987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/3990.html' title='39.90'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/Sn76HZaGrlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/785tOS4ZHes/s72-c/Michael-Buble-Meets-Madison-Squ-476149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-8199799954721807134</id><published>2009-08-05T14:33:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:46:18.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV World Stage Live in Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe I'm posting this but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Manul is &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not that he's not happy before but he's extra happy now. He's happy before as he comes with a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;em&gt;package'&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, I have a big package.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366380241451938338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/Snk2ZbVq8iI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ul3wjn6JZQc/s320/worldstage_std.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, my supercool hun got us the MTV World Stage Live in Malaysia passes. Rock on! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My hun's the best girlfriend ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :). Thanks hun :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You, me and the music. Well, considered that it's in Sunway I'm imagining we're in wet tees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm turned on&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: syazana, aku dapat passes. jangan buat muka :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but now he is not that happy because he can't find his dictionary. He left it in his fotress which was infected by either swine leftover or swine flu virus. Mofos. but he is still happy.&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/6425595279881907795-8199799954721807134?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8199799954721807134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant-believe-im-posting-this-but.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/8199799954721807134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/8199799954721807134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant-believe-im-posting-this-but.html' title='MTV World Stage Live in Malaysia'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/Snk2ZbVq8iI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ul3wjn6JZQc/s72-c/worldstage_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-6125434156460742738</id><published>2009-08-03T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:01:58.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Green Gentlemen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try listening to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Panic! At The Disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for a change. Not a strong shot but it gives a pretty much a creamy after taste. This is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That Green Gentlemen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. My personal favourite would be &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Build God, Then We'll Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Go ahead, download it illegally like we all do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are shaping up to be pretty odd.&lt;br /&gt;Little deaths in musical beds.&lt;br /&gt;So it seems I’m someone I’ve never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will only hear these elegant crimes,&lt;br /&gt;Fall on your ears from criminal dimes.&lt;br /&gt;They spill unfound from a pretty mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gets there and everybody gets their, and everybody gets their way.&lt;br /&gt;I never said I missed her when everybody kissed her,&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m the only one to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed for me, and that’s okay.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same, I’m on my way, and I say.&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed for me, and that’s okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go where everyone goes,&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what everyone knows,&lt;br /&gt;I want to go where everyone feels the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never said I’d leave the city,&lt;br /&gt;I never said I’d leave this town.&lt;br /&gt;A falling out we won’t tiptoe about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gets there and everybody gets their, and everybody gets their way.&lt;br /&gt;I never said I missed her when everybody kissed her,&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m the only one to blame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6425595279881907795-6125434156460742738?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6125434156460742738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-green-gentlemen.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6125434156460742738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6125434156460742738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-green-gentlemen.html' title='That Green Gentlemen'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-4185796388142397262</id><published>2009-08-03T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:17:56.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe that a fight could be resolved just because one side &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;got turned on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; How I wish &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wars&lt;/span&gt; could end that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-4185796388142397262?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/4185796388142397262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/peace.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/4185796388142397262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/4185796388142397262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-4744428960131231063</id><published>2009-08-02T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:35:50.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just when I'm so clueless, my mom came to a rescue by:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;giving me a sugar free Chupa Chups. She added, &lt;em&gt;"tak buat tooth decay".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so I tried, it tasted like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to written task.. I need ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-4744428960131231063?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/4744428960131231063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/sugar-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/4744428960131231063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/4744428960131231063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/sugar-free.html' title='Sugar free'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-7364430100769492771</id><published>2009-08-02T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:24:05.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Period.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I just need &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something to start with.. &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/6425595279881907795-7364430100769492771?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/7364430100769492771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/period.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/7364430100769492771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/7364430100769492771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/period.html' title='Period.'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-3431179267320049120</id><published>2009-08-02T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:24:39.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My nuts are shrinking</title><content type='html'>Yes, as refered to above &lt;em&gt;my nuts are shrinking&lt;/em&gt; due to a 5 hours road trip back home. Not because of some rough sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe I'm saying this but &lt;em&gt;I'm not glad&lt;/em&gt; that they have to &lt;em&gt;shut the college&lt;/em&gt; up for a week because of the swine flu. I'm not. No I'm not kidding. I'm not glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have to postponed ladies night. Well, not that I'm involve during the night but HEY IT'S PERSONAL. People went through a lot to make it a success and now they have to postponed it. Thanks to the swine flu. &lt;em&gt;Terima kasih babi anda memang babi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, it's a week without class. Am I smart enough for that? Who's going to teach me? And the first thing when the college re-opens back, there's gonna be a motherfucking &lt;em&gt;MOCK Interview&lt;/em&gt;. FYI, I'm not prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again I owe the pigs for helping out complicating the virus into something that is really threatening. This dejavu of 1940 is not that bad. I know it's pretty much a bold statement but I do like the idea of H1N1. Why? Simply because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO FUCKING &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ACADEMIC DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; AND MY FATE HAS CHANGE THAT I WON'T &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HANG MYSELF&lt;/span&gt; NOR &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SLIT MY WRIST&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no academic day. terbaik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-3431179267320049120?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3431179267320049120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-nuts-are-shrinking.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3431179267320049120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3431179267320049120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-nuts-are-shrinking.html' title='My nuts are shrinking'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-5577800495419755072</id><published>2009-07-29T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:52:56.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iThink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/Sm8saUYoEFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cAgSI5CigzY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363554511881769042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/Sm8saUYoEFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cAgSI5CigzY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think I'll go to ------...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think I'll start a new life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll get out of California, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm tired of the weather..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think I'll go to ------,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think that I'm just tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boston by&lt;/em&gt; Augustana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-5577800495419755072?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5577800495419755072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/07/ithink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/5577800495419755072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/5577800495419755072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/07/ithink.html' title='iThink'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/Sm8saUYoEFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cAgSI5CigzY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-2482082102449743670</id><published>2009-07-28T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:17:34.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvest</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it bothers you that you can't find the right words to really hit on what you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think a world would be a better place if humans are free from misunderstanding. Not just that, humans should also speak in the same way regardless on what they perceive. They may speak in a different language but the message should be in the same form. A standardize form that every single human being could understand. By that, there won't be any communication breakdown. There won't be misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wish I could understand others more. Sometimes I just wish I could give others what they ought to have. Sometimes I just wish I could provide others with the best. Sometimes I just wish that I'm doing something the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could have what I want. Sometimes I wish I shouldn't have what I want. Sometimes I wish I shouldn't have what I had. Sometimes I wish I could just not have the feeling of wanting something to have. We live in a beautiful but yet strange world. The world revolves around none accept time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when you wonder how you can carry everything on your shoulder. The time when you feel so jaded and weary. The time where you think you just can't make it. When you just don't feel anything bad about yourself because you are slowly accepting that you're just non-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about giving up. It's about walking at the same place of the same pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could. If I could I would. I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-2482082102449743670?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2482082102449743670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/07/harvest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/2482082102449743670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/2482082102449743670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/07/harvest.html' title='Harvest'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-3103375151212774061</id><published>2009-07-27T03:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T03:13:50.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting stars..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I close my eyes and "I wish for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;biological symbiote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that blend together with my blood and causes me to possess a blood-like physical body. Immune to probably anything (especially H1N1).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An amnesia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A brand new brain that could work my way and others' at the same time; govern &lt;em&gt;independently from emotion&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A day without worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confidence&lt;/em&gt;. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Human skin can be hard to live in, you'll feel better in the morning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-3103375151212774061?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3103375151212774061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/07/shooting-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3103375151212774061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3103375151212774061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/07/shooting-stars.html' title='Shooting stars..'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-3030871977733863330</id><published>2009-07-27T02:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T03:02:54.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who am I kidding? I'm a fucking pessimist..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-3030871977733863330?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3030871977733863330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3030871977733863330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3030871977733863330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-4599015910986940100</id><published>2009-07-27T02:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T02:58:56.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erth, Wnd, Wter and Fre.</title><content type='html'>So tell me, how can &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; work it out on that day when we it's time to share the gold at the end of the rainbow? I know it's not something for &lt;em&gt;us &lt;/em&gt;to think of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am losing track on which way is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; simply because I'm always being put &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;. Nay, I know I gotta be strong and do what I feel in my heart regardless of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt;'s around. I know it might seem &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; but I think that's all I have. Many centuries people are steady getting old clutchin' to what they never had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can but I know I can't. Well, you can you &lt;em&gt;cunt&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Madam S&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a man of my conviction, call me wrong or call me right,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll bring my better angel to every fight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You may not like where I'm going&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and you do know where I stand,&lt;br /&gt;Hate me if you want to,&lt;br /&gt;Love me &lt;em&gt;if you must.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing it not as a prove to you nor anybody. I'm doing this for myself. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I took their best punch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-4599015910986940100?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/4599015910986940100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/07/erth-wnd-wter-and-fre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/4599015910986940100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/4599015910986940100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/07/erth-wnd-wter-and-fre.html' title='Erth, Wnd, Wter and Fre.'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-4425427701102987687</id><published>2009-07-22T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:46:21.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scratch</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i wonder will i make it thru?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd sem is done and people are now off with their options. I wonder what's left for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gateway of going to my wonderland has closed. Tata. Shut-locked forever.&lt;br /&gt;I know some of the people that wanted to pursue what I had been hoping succeed. Kudos to you all. It feels like a million bucks ain't it? You worked endlessly regardless what stands in front of you. I do admire your effort, mates. I have seen some of you putting in your best shot in every single second. I have seen some of you loop of from danger zone into a secure zone. I have seen the bounced back ability. I have seen them all. You chew it in, you spit it out and you're now in a safe zone. It's beautiful, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts you inside. It does. Well, you can never really blame anyone or anything but yourself. I made mistake. Mistakes, to be exact and I don't dare to say that I never repeat them ever again. I am in a total wrecked now. A lot to catch up. A lot to give. A lot to sacrifice. A price to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you all get where you wanna be at. I'll sit here and smile congratulating at your success. As for me, it remains uncertain. I know you don't see that potential in me simply because it's just not there. It never exist or it's dead. Either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll meet again one day. We talked, smiled, laughed, stare, lift our eyebrows, cried, touched, fight, kicked, played, sang, hum, whistled, jump together. It will remain as memories. So beautiful and yet maybe to painful to remember. We'll meet again one day and share stories. The lines across our face tells us stories of where we've been to where we are but not me. I simply choose to forget. I wanna start from scratch. My hope is scattered into pieces. I got nothing to tell you. None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get on. Get on with your perfect life. You are blessed =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-4425427701102987687?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/4425427701102987687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/07/scratch.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/4425427701102987687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/4425427701102987687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/07/scratch.html' title='Scratch'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-6971118920379458207</id><published>2009-07-08T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:43:43.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29 million bucks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29 hot females,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29 cool rides,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29 LV's handbags,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29 blow jobs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29 hot shemales,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29 scoops of Baskin' Robbin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29 Tag Heures,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29 storey-banglow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29 girlfriends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29 profit-making companies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29 thousand of fans,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29 best selling books..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29 of these sounds pleasant ain't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not when you're IB point is 29.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to hell with 29&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;may you burn in hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;29&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/6425595279881907795-6971118920379458207?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6971118920379458207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/07/29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6971118920379458207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6971118920379458207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/07/29.html' title='29'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-1993750603160435743</id><published>2009-07-07T00:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:57:07.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a little school mate in the school yard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we play Jackson and Uno Cards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be your best friend and you'll be my valentine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, you can hold my hand if you want to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'cause im gonna hold yours soon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret world..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it's time for me to go home, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's getting late and dark outside..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&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/6425595279881907795-1993750603160435743?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1993750603160435743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/07/pancake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1993750603160435743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1993750603160435743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/07/pancake.html' title='Pancake'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-5865495840300805867</id><published>2009-06-13T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:53:36.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not a fashion statement, it's a fucking deathwish.</title><content type='html'>I decided to get my ass back early a day at the college. Well, not my decision, though. I didn’t make the call. My dad did. My dad works on Sunday. Now I’m a day earlier. But hey! It ain’t that bad. Maybe I kinda need the extra time to straighten myself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s fucked up. I swear I do not make this shit up but it feels fucked up. No offence. It’s not you guys (KMBians). It’s just the place. AND. And I do not just blame the busy life of IB for it. Everything. Everything. I’m blaming every little thing that I screwed up. Well, perhaps anyone who screwed it up for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day earlier. It feels kinda nice, though. Alone in the block. I can do the naked itsy bitsy thingy. You know, running around without a single thread. Hey! It’s a free college! (Yeah, free, alright………………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, things that I should get excited for this sem is..&lt;br /&gt;Ma cherie’s in the same college. I’ll be seeing her =D. Well, not that I have not been seeing her for long =p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that.. Herm.. Lemme see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Sem’s result? Oh no. Not excited. Fuck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EE? Thank God I am able to do literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IAs…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviews. MOCK or whatever-youcallit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;………………………………………………………….Motherfucker…………………………………………………………………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a self-loather..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Revenge Of The Fallen!?&lt;br /&gt;Shit, that doesn’t count does it?&lt;br /&gt;Herm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHANDDONTGETTOOOOOEXCITEDTHATYOUGOTINKMB.DONTGOALLFUCKING-WEE-IGOTINKMBHOWISITTHERE?SERIOUSLY,JUNIORS.&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typo. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think about it, I don’t hate this place. Well, I don’t. But there’s just something about it that really hurting me in the crotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re gonna be okay, Manul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whosoever mess with me, I’ll cut your balls, mash ‘em, boil ‘em, fry ‘em and feed ‘em to the lazy fatso guard who owes people lotsa money. He also claims that he saw 'pocong'. Pocong my ass.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and please stop listening to Jonas Brothers. It makes our generation viewed as fags. Seriously. You’re better well listening to Elton John or George Michael. Well, Elton John’s kinda nice. Fuckyou I’m straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheerios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-5865495840300805867?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5865495840300805867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-not-fashion-statement-its-fucking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/5865495840300805867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/5865495840300805867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-not-fashion-statement-its-fucking.html' title='It&apos;s not a fashion statement, it&apos;s a fucking deathwish.'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-6715291150520157597</id><published>2009-06-03T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:08:48.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace</title><content type='html'>Date: 2nd June 2009&lt;br /&gt;Day: Badday&lt;br /&gt;Time: 16:54:32&lt;br /&gt;Location: Pantai Ma' Daerah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great friend. A comrade. Always there when I'm down. Never fails to put me back on my feet. A sound from her could make me feel as happy as a bumbleebee. My eyes when I couldn't see, my light in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs that make you slit your wrist, songs that make you cry, songs that make you smile all night long, songs that make you believe, songs that make you seize the time, songs that make you who you are, songs that change everything the way they are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no force could change of what had happen. I'm gonna miss you, buddy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have to end this way but fate pilfered you away from my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me weary..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaded..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your soul be among those whom are blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Manul's iPod Nano died of drowning in the sea of salty water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-6715291150520157597?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6715291150520157597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/06/rest-in-peace.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6715291150520157597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6715291150520157597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/06/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest In Peace'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-8611984209025651381</id><published>2009-06-02T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:30:16.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck iTunes</title><content type='html'>2 days and 1 night of away from home to The Turtle's Sanctuary. Gotta release the baby turtle to the sea. Hoorah I am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only survival is my Nokia and my iPod. That is 2 days without PES. 2 days of socializing with my classmates. No offence, i love you guys. Seriously. I just hope there'll be good-o-coverage there. I need to text and call ma cherie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck my iTunes isn't working and I need to put em song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;FUCKiTUNESFUCKiTUESFUCKiTUNESFUCKiTUNESFUCKiTUNESFUCKiTUNESFUCKiTUNESFUCKiTUNES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, does anyone have the slightest idea where can I get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Dashboard Confessional's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; album, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The Shade Of Poison Trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? I've been looking for it, everywhere but i failed to find any. Please let me know. You'll be awarded. You will. No kidding. I swear. Screw you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-8611984209025651381?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8611984209025651381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck-itunes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/8611984209025651381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/8611984209025651381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck-itunes.html' title='Fuck iTunes'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-2397898580549215126</id><published>2009-06-01T18:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:50:11.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonas Brothers</title><content type='html'>This is a latest discovery. A new breakthrough! Hands down, it has been approved by several research and experiments. The Faculty of Human Science in several universities had conducted a very detailed research and experiments on this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;This is what exactly your brain will look like after listening to JONAS BROTHERS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342309261004413794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiOx99Zym2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/zzjO7Bg4hJs/s400/disgusting.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No offence, jeebs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FAGS&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/6425595279881907795-2397898580549215126?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2397898580549215126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/06/jonas-brothers.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/2397898580549215126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/2397898580549215126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/06/jonas-brothers.html' title='Jonas Brothers'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiOx99Zym2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/zzjO7Bg4hJs/s72-c/disgusting.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-5292300914889118680</id><published>2009-06-01T02:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T02:32:48.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna have your babies</title><content type='html'>You fuck, you'll get babies, you'll get babies and you'll get no dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, having a baby can be pretty much messed up. I've seen it with my own eyes. Haven't experience it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just turned into an uncle 2 weeks ago. My sister-in-law, which is obviously married to my brother, just gave birth to a baby boy. Ahmad Arsyad is the name. They're working parents so they have extra dough for living. I did ask a couple of questions on how to manage the finance when having a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it cuts a fucking big hole in your pocket. RM 2500 just for the baby's labour. Some hundreds more for the hospital accomodation (private specialist). About RM 1000 for the baby's bed, walker stuff and all. RM 95 for an anti-colic bottle set so that breast milk can be stored innit. Well, the baby needs around 3 of em because you can never get the time to wash them for the next meal time, so total up to RM 285 for bottles. A few bucks for tate. RM 55 a week for milk. Specially formulated. Diapers! They are very very costly. The baby's tub, toileterries and etc would cost a lot too. Toys. Teeters. Tate. Rusk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if i sound shallow but all they can do at the time is to cry and poop. It takes hell lotsa guts to take care of a baby. A very very very large proportion of patience too. My brother's gonna kill me if he reads this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm conveying this to those youngsters out there who can't keep their dicks and vijayjays in their pants. Even if you have sex with condoms, there is a slight 10% the method won't be helpful. So if you did it 20 times there is a possibility that 2 times that you had sex could cost you a baby. And if those 2 times hit the jackpot (when your bang-partner is fertile), here comes your baby. The probability in average of you hitting the jackpot in a month is about 1 over 15. Do it for 15 months, you might get one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I'm applying math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morale of the story. Think before you bang. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-5292300914889118680?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5292300914889118680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wanna-have-your-babies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/5292300914889118680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/5292300914889118680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wanna-have-your-babies.html' title='I wanna have your babies'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-2725948099766528459</id><published>2009-05-31T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:36:19.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Theater OT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJ7SbGMQZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/igAGNepMQsA/s1600-h/26052009018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341967664456417682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJ7SbGMQZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/igAGNepMQsA/s320/26052009018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 days of CAS at Sg. Buloh Hospital. Organized entirely by ma cherie Dayana, we managed to get a close view of real life medical operations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given special sterile clothes to wear and rubber footwear that looks like crocs but its uncomfortable like hell. There were no XS size for the blue scrub (fyi, Scrubs are the shirts and trousers or gowns worn by &lt;a title="Nurse" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nurse"&gt;nurses&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Surgery" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surgery"&gt;surgeons&lt;/a&gt;, and other &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Operating room" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operating_room"&gt;operating room&lt;/a&gt; personnel when "scrubbing in" for &lt;a title="Surgery" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surgery"&gt;surgery).&lt;/a&gt; So i took L. Damn it was big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were 4 Operation Theaters (OTs) that we are free to enter anytime. We, ma cherie Dayana, Lyn, Bada, S and I, observed a few operations which includes skin to skin Caesarian, Masectomy for Breat Cancer, Appendix, Orthopedic etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We observed literally a metre away from the operation.&lt;br /&gt;Hell, some looks gruesome like this guy where his hands were 'open' until you can see the bone. Or a guy's thights were sliced up. Or a women's boobs were taken out, seperate literally from her body. Or women's tummy being cut out to bring out a new born baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was helluva experience. I doubt you'll get such experience easily. All and all, it was awesome! Oh, and there were this cocky nurse. Hahahaha. The best part of the whole thing is that I managed to experience it with ma cherie Dayana =D. I love her so much =x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we were off for movies =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-2725948099766528459?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2725948099766528459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/05/operation-theater-ot.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/2725948099766528459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/2725948099766528459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/05/operation-theater-ot.html' title='Operation Theater OT'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJ7SbGMQZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/igAGNepMQsA/s72-c/26052009018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-2472706336493557068</id><published>2009-05-31T20:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:37:00.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 bucks</title><content type='html'>This is a true story. Happened a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;Time: On my way to Personal CAS, Sg. Buloh Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Location: KL Central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking crowded LRT. I mind my own business listening to my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"and then she asked me, ...tuktuk, do i look alright,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i said yes, ... you look wonderful tonight".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I went out of the LRT. These rushers gets on my nerves. I wonder where they are heading rushing their ways and bump into people. So I went out, a black dude suddenly stand in front of me and he smiled. I unplugged my earphone. I swear I did not make this shit up, he looks fucking exactly like Akon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Black Guy: &lt;em&gt;Assalamualaikum&lt;/em&gt; (offering to shook hands)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;em&gt; Waalaikumusslam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Black Guy:&lt;em&gt; Oh! You're a muslim.&lt;/em&gt; (he looks fucking happy). &lt;em&gt;You speak English?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(damn right I do)&lt;em&gt; oh, yes i do&lt;/em&gt; (nonchalantly).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Black Guy:&lt;em&gt; My name is Hafiz. My mom's from Africa&lt;/em&gt; (and he said something about his dad i cant remember). &lt;em&gt;I'm studying in UiTM Skudaiiii.&lt;/em&gt; blah..blah.. &lt;em&gt;Accountancy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;em&gt; Oh, okay. My name is Luqman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hafiz:&lt;em&gt; Oh! Luqman! That is my first name in my hometown Africa, Luqman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(Err... okay...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hafiz: &lt;em&gt;I thought you're a Chinese just now not a muslim..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: (i'm not that fair to look like a chinese, dumbo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hafiz: &lt;em&gt;But i saw your&lt;/em&gt; (then he touches his chin, then i assume he was trying to say beard but he can't reach for the word).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Oh, hehe hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hafiz:&lt;em&gt; Listen, Luqman. I want to go back to Johor but I don't have the money to buy ticket.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;em&gt; You wanna go by airplane?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hafiz:&lt;em&gt; Yes but i don't have the money.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;em&gt; Go by bus, it's lotta cheaper.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hafiz:&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(then he started to say yes-by bus-around 40-needs money to go to Masjid Jamek-i dont want your money-borrow money-i give you my number, yes he did, i have it until now-blahblahblah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;em&gt; I can give you 10 bucks the most, dude. I need the money for myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hafiz:&lt;em&gt; Can you make it more like 20? We are muslim. When we help Allah will help us back. Who knows when you're in Johor you call me we go for coffee and huha huha &lt;/em&gt;(he did said huha huha)&lt;em&gt;. I have a classmate name Luqman. He is very funny. We like to blah blah blah with him blah blah blah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;em&gt; 10's the most. Sorry dude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hafiz:&lt;em&gt; Nevermind nevermind. Thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;em&gt; You do know how to get the bus right? From here? Get the train at Masjid Jamek to Pudu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hafiz:&lt;em&gt; Yes, thank you. Thank you. I will pay you back if you want me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me:&lt;em&gt; Okay, gotta go.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hafiz:&lt;em&gt; I'll see you again, Luqman. Thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i just got conned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-2472706336493557068?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2472706336493557068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-bucks.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/2472706336493557068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/2472706336493557068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-bucks.html' title='10 bucks'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-3808624929038246068</id><published>2009-05-31T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:47:26.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PES</title><content type='html'>I see that my holidays are non-productive at all. I did pretty much nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Things that i had accoplished:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Personal CAS, Operation Theater, Sg. Buloh Hospital. Okay, this is no shit, its helluva fun (I'll write more later on it in my other post).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Personal CAS 'melepaskan anak penyu anjuran Syarah Afiqah bt Yusoff (bukan Yuzari)', to be done tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Police report on losing my driving test card. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Done with Cather In The Rye.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lihatlah Ranjau Sepanjang Hayat (tak ingat nama), aku akan tawan kamu!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PES PES PES PES PES PES PES PES PES PES PES PES PES PES PES PES PES&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Winning Eleven&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 hours fucking bus ride.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angels &amp;amp; Demons; Wolverine and I Love You, Man.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DotA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also realised a couple of things that i ought to do for the holidays but i have not even bother to think about it until this very second:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemistry Lab Reports (fuck i haven't done that yet)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IA for Business and Mangement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch TV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get an x-ray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have sex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Movie marathon (I did PES marathon though for 10 hours++ straight, Winning Eleven about 8 hours++ straight)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Burn fats. These fats, they're bastards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fyi PES stands for Professional Evolution Soccer and Liverpool rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-3808624929038246068?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3808624929038246068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/05/pes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3808624929038246068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3808624929038246068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/05/pes.html' title='PES'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-3495364514224529578</id><published>2009-05-31T18:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:49:41.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LUQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJeVbim1eI/AAAAAAAAADs/Aze9qBTqpak/s1600-h/pope_shenouda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341935830278002146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJeVbim1eI/AAAAAAAAADs/Aze9qBTqpak/s320/pope_shenouda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The following picture has no association with Pope Luke. It is just a random Pope picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, if I were to become a pope I would consider to take the name Pope Luke too. I see myself more Luke rather than John or Benedict. Well, it crossed my mind thanks to Dan Brown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, like Dan Brown stated, Luke's a physician. Well, it is quite an irony that Dan Brown ends the plot with the pope decided to choose Luke, just to show that Christian and science are compatible. Dan Brown, you can do more than that, lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Luke. Considered that my name contains the pronounciation of 'Luke' so it's kinda cool. But i had some dude calling me Luke well, it's Luq actually but what the heck. Plus, I'm pursuing in medical field. Ain't doctors physician? Correct me if i'm wrong.&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/6425595279881907795-3495364514224529578?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3495364514224529578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/05/luq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3495364514224529578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3495364514224529578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/05/luq.html' title='LUQ'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJeVbim1eI/AAAAAAAAADs/Aze9qBTqpak/s72-c/pope_shenouda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-7981079588266116105</id><published>2009-04-20T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:22:52.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till Death Do Us Apart</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just wish I could be there on the side of those whom are dear to me when they had their last breath. Two incidents which really moved my heart. It is such a hardship to accept the fact but nevertheless, God knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first figure. Uncle Mi. Professor Azmi Bin Abdullah. A great uncle. A loving husband. He has terrific personality. A bit of eccentric. Can be cynical. An uncle and a neighbour. A giver. Not really a taker. He never fails to amuse you. A best friend of Papa. The source of amusement for Mama. A professional golfer. A dedicated leader. A responsible colleague. A man that cannot be forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Died of cancer which live within him for almost 10 years. Diabetic. He carries the insulin pen everywhere. Had hepatitis B. Can't share anything with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to be around quite a while when he was sick. He began to be hospitalised. He was shrinking all the way. I remember visiting him in the ICU. He was extremely weary but he can still afford to make jokes. A strong man he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Friday. I got back from college and I was planning to pay him a visit. They said he'd gotten worst. That there's no chances and all. So i came back home. Papa promised me to go on a visit after Isya'. So I waited. My intention was never fulfill. He had his last breath right before Isya'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kills me the most is that Papa visited him the day before. Well, Papa was always beside him all along together with his wife, Achik. So, Thursday. Out of all sudden on that day, he was looking for me. He asked them where could I be. So Papa told him that I'm in college and that I'll be coming back on Friday to pay a visit. But it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another figure. My &lt;em&gt;atok&lt;/em&gt;. Dato' Abdul Majid Bin Mohd Din. A charismatic former CPO. A dedicated figure in the Special Service. Tun Razak's aide. A strict father. A friendly grandfather. A great colleague. A joker. A smoker. Never forgets his torchlight. Always swat away the flies while eating. Never get bored watching AF (i hate AF). An awesome grandfather. The one that can never be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospitalised for quite some time. Can't walk for 2 months. Failed to respond to anything for about 2 weeks. The body system encounters some malfunction. Fail to generate normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to took care of him during his sick days. I remember the sleepless night in the hospital. Trying to stay awake by washing my hands for every 10 minutes. Took care of him at home. I remember cleaning him. Lifting him. Changes his diapers. I remember the sleepless night convincing nenek to sleep in the hospital. I remember being by his side reciting Yaasin for about 5 to 6 times a day. Whispering &lt;em&gt;kalimah shahadah&lt;/em&gt; into his ears somes. I remember being in the hospital on mama's side. When mama cried and said to me, "I think he's going". I remember hugging her and letting her know things will gradually be fine. I remember convincing nenek that she did her best. That that was the greatest. I remember not going to class for a week and missed quite a lot. I remember his last respond when i told him that I'm goin back to college to his ears and he smiled. He made an effort to smile and he uttered "okay,okay", with such a weary and soft voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Tuesday. I just got back from outing. Went down the bus. Mama called. It was just a normal concern call. I promised her I'll go back to Bentong by the weekend. I asked her how's atok was doing. She said as usual, "macam tu jelah, Dede". So off i go. I had the weekend on my mind. 20 minutes after that. I received a call from my sister, &lt;em&gt;ngangah. &lt;/em&gt;I heard her crying. Then I knew. I just knew. He had his last breath right after Maghrib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed to be around these two when they were going. Then I thought, if i pass IB. Well, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;, of course I would be going to some other country. Then, what if others turn were about to come when I was not around? I could not afford not to be by their side. What if it was Papa's, or perhaps Mama's? I could not bare the thoughts. I wanna be there. I just hafta be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Fatihah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-7981079588266116105?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/7981079588266116105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/04/till-death-do-us-apart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/7981079588266116105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/7981079588266116105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/04/till-death-do-us-apart.html' title='Till Death Do Us Apart'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-3708462026913068286</id><published>2009-03-28T11:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:44:54.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Build God, Then We'll Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/Sc2nqt8QiwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pe73WtdlCIQ/s1600-h/God-Architect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318091087323106050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/Sc2nqt8QiwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pe73WtdlCIQ/s320/God-Architect.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless the inadequate hours of sleep (&lt;em&gt;thanks to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;), I was able to complete my 9 a.m. grounded slot. Surprisingly I even attend the etiquette talk with a very much retarded looking pants, it was longer on the left side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;I was a sore-total-loser and a bigtime noob on Dota last night&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hurm.. Humans would normally try to worry less so that we weary less. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18 years&lt;/span&gt; (well, nearly 19) of my life I would prefer to say that I did more wrongs than rights. They are both either in the norm range of the society or even to the stated laws themselves, &lt;em&gt;by all means and any benchmark&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Being in a life where every single step is wrong, is obviously hard. Nothing seems to be right most of the time is just &lt;em&gt;too much&lt;/em&gt; for one. How do you live such a succulent with those kind of interference? Well, it is pretty much your own fault if you do something wrong but hey, you and I know well that nobody's flawless. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's do each other some favour-eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Let's cut some slack towards each other. You did wrong, I did wrong but hey ain't that even? Oh, I did more wrong? Well, that's up to you to decide and up to me to applied. &lt;em&gt;Hell&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Options&lt;/span&gt;. Just another &lt;em&gt;shit-hole&lt;/em&gt; trying to messed with your life up. Ever heard of the &lt;strong&gt;Peter's Law, The Creed of Sociopathic Obsessive Compulsive&lt;/strong&gt;? It is stated that 'When given a choice, take both'. Hell. You can never take both options. You're stuck. Once you choose either, you're far away from another. &lt;em&gt;Bastard&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't get me wrong that I'm all rebelious or anything. I'm just saying my heart out. When you're getting further, there won't be very much anything to cushion your heart, led fall nor the callous sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When you are left with no options, you want one. &lt;em&gt;Then you screw things up&lt;/em&gt;. Well, not you. I know I did. There'll be that time in your life where you meet a point of limitation. When you are lack of options. When you just can't do any&lt;em&gt; shit&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Am I comlicatedly vindicated or simply defensive? Fuckaroo..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/s: Don't run after something that you'll never kill but if that is what you want then fire at will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-3708462026913068286?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3708462026913068286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/03/build-god-then-well-talk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3708462026913068286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3708462026913068286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/03/build-god-then-well-talk.html' title='Build God, Then We&apos;ll Talk'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/Sc2nqt8QiwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pe73WtdlCIQ/s72-c/God-Architect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-8046588405716666961</id><published>2009-03-21T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:15:13.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Mouth Blue My Eye</title><content type='html'>Pretty mouth &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my eye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;BumbleeBee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elvis Presley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jude Law&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frank Sinatra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Optimus Prime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-8046588405716666961?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8046588405716666961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/03/pretty-mouth-blue-my-eye.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/8046588405716666961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/8046588405716666961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/03/pretty-mouth-blue-my-eye.html' title='Pretty Mouth Blue My Eye'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-3131600231267240948</id><published>2009-03-21T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:38:32.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm like a doctor with the way I always trying to get off.</title><content type='html'>The holiday is over. Here are couple of things that i got from the hols:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get to see &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Mama and Papa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for i had not seen them about almost a month. God knows how much i missed them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get to spend time with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;dayana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; teaching kids in rural area. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People could appreciate you so much by teaching them things that they never know and motivate them for success.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bathed my own &lt;em&gt;grandfather&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People whom make &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;150 bucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a month could have a family. I seriously didn't know that such &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;poverty&lt;/span&gt; exist in our country&lt;/em&gt;. I'm not &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ignorant&lt;/span&gt; but perhaps &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shallow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There were more than 5 people that I knew and met died during the holidays. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can never save my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;dough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can drive others' car up to 120km/h &lt;strong&gt;without license&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can drive others' motorcycle up to 100km/h &lt;strong&gt;without license&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish i can have my license after i failed &lt;em&gt;twice&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not productive at all. (Not in a way that i cannot produce offspring, damn right I CAN!).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;goldfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;/&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;cactus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I do&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't think i'm cut out to be a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You can lose what you never had&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Memories could be just another &lt;em&gt;sonuvabitch&lt;/em&gt; that would never stop messing up with your mind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Just because I'm &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt; you think i did it&lt;/em&gt;??".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holy shit i haven't touch my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;homework&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm alone in the college for tonight. Literally. Alone at the concourse now. &lt;em&gt;I swear i thought i saw a ghost&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I missed &lt;em&gt;Melawati&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another two months to a 3 years relationship =D.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I listen to &lt;em&gt;Hillary Duff&lt;/em&gt;. I am now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I still and always will hate &lt;em&gt;rainy evening&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;James Blunt's&lt;/span&gt; songs &lt;em&gt;hit me in the crotch&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dashboard Confessional&lt;/span&gt; can be addictive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have not completed my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grounded slot&lt;/span&gt; and therefore i shall this week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are too many &lt;em&gt;pendings&lt;/em&gt; in my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;Death&lt;/span&gt; is getting near.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-3131600231267240948?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3131600231267240948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-like-doctor-with-way-i-always-trying.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3131600231267240948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3131600231267240948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-like-doctor-with-way-i-always-trying.html' title='I&apos;m like a doctor with the way I always trying to get off.'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-4493556737029652844</id><published>2009-03-12T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:26:04.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.I.V.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mitch Albom&lt;/span&gt; wrote a book on '5 people you'll met in heaven'.&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's Manul's version of 5 people. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'5 people that should be executed for life'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Horsemouth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Octopus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indeginious lady&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alien&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twin Dwarves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;CHERIOS~~ ^-^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-4493556737029652844?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/4493556737029652844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/03/five.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/4493556737029652844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/4493556737029652844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/03/five.html' title='F.I.V.E.'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-5116106276666669535</id><published>2009-03-11T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:51:52.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>succulent~</title><content type='html'>I know it had almost been a month but this ain't getting outta my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a perfect night. &lt;em&gt;14th February&lt;/em&gt;. I know you may think it's &lt;em&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/em&gt; and all but na'ah. Mine was just for the sake of celebrating the love. Well, it's the only night where I can get special offers on a table for two :p. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I don't celebrate Valentine's though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. ngee~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoooow.. It was a table for two at &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;PJ Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I swear the food was terrific. What a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bummer&lt;/span&gt; that it was buffet. It could have been better if it was served. You'll see lots of couples that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;So, i came early (&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;how lame that i can't pick her up considered that i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;failed my license&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; twice but thank God she was okay with it&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Sorry honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :(. So, there i was walking my way to the lady who then greet me and showed my way to the table. Then she browsed through the paper she was holding and uttered,"so, is Dayana coming?". So i thought, '&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELL YEAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;You got problem with me, missy&lt;/em&gt;?' But instead of saying it out, i answered,"yes, she'll be quite late", then i smiled to shooh her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drop dead nervous, i swear. Can't keep my eyes of my watch. The phone rings. Ahah. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. She's here? So i decided to pick her off from the lobby (yeah, yeah I know i should have pick her up with a &lt;em&gt;motor-fuel-powered-vehicle. Fishyou!Icantdrive.&lt;/em&gt;). Nervously, i walked and there she was. Looking like an angel in disguise. Oh crap. She's beautiful. I bit my own tongue! Her step was gracefully alluring and &lt;em&gt;I do think my mouth was ajar open&lt;/em&gt;. Was it, honey? ;p&lt;br /&gt;I swear you can't make this up, out of all sudden, a song played in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;I feel wonderful, because I see the love light in your eyes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the wonder of it all, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is that you just don't realise how much I love you&lt;/strong&gt;.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Holy crap. Too much &lt;em&gt;Eric Clapton&lt;/em&gt;. Gotta put it outta my head. I'm right in front of her and I was speechless and &lt;em&gt;Eric Clapton&lt;/em&gt; wouldn't stop singing and &lt;em&gt;guitar-ing&lt;/em&gt;! For almost 3 years we were together and these moments of &lt;em&gt;mp3-ing&lt;/em&gt; in my head do happened at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a great night. &lt;em&gt;Balloons, roses and chocolates&lt;/em&gt;. It had almost been 3 years since we are together, baby. Let us seize every moment of it. You and I :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;I love you Dayana Alya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-5116106276666669535?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5116106276666669535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/03/succulent.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/5116106276666669535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/5116106276666669535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/03/succulent.html' title='succulent~'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-2458835162545346660</id><published>2009-03-03T10:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:58:11.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extinction</title><content type='html'>We all know, ultimately at the back of our mind that there are things in this world that &lt;em&gt;should be sustained&lt;/em&gt; for posterity. Take &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;petroleum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for an instance, would you imagine our daily life without it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Dodo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Seriously, what have that poor lil' creature ever did to all of us back then? Don't they deserve to live? I mean it is pretty much unfair =(. You're a harmless herbivore by today then soon you just&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'poof'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; your way out! Now i know why most of us are not &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;vegetarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dinosaurs&lt;/em&gt;? I dig why those bloody-gore &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T-Rex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of a kind are all extinct. They should be. We do not really want them to run around the street eating our heads off. However, those harmless dinosaurs? &lt;em&gt;Triceratops&lt;/em&gt; and all????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some humans are believed to be extinct too. Remember the story of &lt;em&gt;Noah and his Ark&lt;/em&gt;? The humans are all drowned out and extinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone wants things to be extinct, these following should be extinct notwithstanding their significance on us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fucking lab reports&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lame movies that I wasted my money on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Math and Calculus?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Khmer Rouge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idiotic nonsensible myth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tragedies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bullets &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;International Baccalaureate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-2458835162545346660?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2458835162545346660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/03/extinction.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/2458835162545346660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/2458835162545346660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/03/extinction.html' title='Extinction'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-8691756031330391151</id><published>2009-02-19T10:41:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:01:14.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medulla Oblongata</title><content type='html'>There's a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;communist country&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that had just been found, named &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KMBabwe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which is far far away from civilization. It is said that the country consist of tribes that practice a very dull and boring routine. However, they find it is mercurially fine to do so. A lingo created specially for them which is known as &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;'&lt;em&gt;theygotnolife&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;.This specific term is said to be influenced due to their so-called-great-life (which every civilization in the world find it's mundane).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting about &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KMBabwe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;is that it is very much or perhaps too communist. I acquainted with such an experience. I have to admit it that it is pretty much pain-in-the-arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have this custom which they call it the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt; (real name is still under scrutiny). &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt; is a custom where they tend to give their best &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;even if it means to kill each other&lt;/span&gt; just to get the success of it. (&lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt;, perhaps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day i thought, what the heck, lemme try this daring custom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless the gruesome consequences, i managed to follow up the custom EE which the first step is to get an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RQ&lt;/span&gt; (which the real name is also still under scrutiny). Done with the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RQ&lt;/span&gt;, i decided to refer it to the goddess of the tribe (they have various tribes in the country and they tend to seggregate with regards to their tribes' interest. &lt;em&gt;They suck don't they&lt;/em&gt;?). Anyhowww, on my way to the goddess of the tribe, i find that my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RQ&lt;/span&gt; is irrelavant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the failure i was sentenced to meet up with the head of the goddess of all (Edgwuwu)which holds the 'blue magic leaf'. I need to get the 'blue magic leaf' in order to perform my real RQ. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when i first arrive at the Ibo (a type of a house where the great goddess live), i was forced to have an ID Card by a pretty much big-ass lady with a big mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thisisprettymuchapaintheasswithapinchof'bastardsity'whereifailtogettheEEformandthelotsandlotsofpeopleare'kiasuing'themselvestogetEnglishastheirEESubject.fucklottahoe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-8691756031330391151?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8691756031330391151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/02/system.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/8691756031330391151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/8691756031330391151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/02/system.html' title='Medulla Oblongata'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-1990125317241100579</id><published>2009-02-04T11:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:54:54.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dreary rain in the evening pretty much is unpleasant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Like most of us, i&lt;em&gt; hate rain&lt;/em&gt;. Well&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;hate is pretty much too concrete. I don't quite hate but i don't think any word could replace the word hate to express the unlikeness of the drops of water from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to those who do not go about the same feeling as i feel but i am pretty much sure that there are people out there who dig me in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An evening that rains surreptitiously &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;kills &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;me inside. Shallow perhaps, am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the causes of rainy evening on me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extremely able to make me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;gloomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the whole day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unintentionally pump my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;hormones-to-fuck-things-up-in-a-bad-way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Butterflies &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;copulate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in my tummy and devour the inside of me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ease my ears to tune to &lt;em&gt;Dashboard Confessional&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creates hatred on &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Makes &lt;em&gt;bed&lt;/em&gt; the best place to be on in this world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muscle and joint ache&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Regular trip to the toilet (small bladder storage).   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ohcanimakemywaythroughthis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-1990125317241100579?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1990125317241100579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/02/hands-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1990125317241100579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1990125317241100579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/02/hands-down.html' title='Hands Down'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-2573164301862680193</id><published>2009-01-06T11:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:08:38.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sail the sea for eternity..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SWLW0lCD8QI/AAAAAAAAACY/l4nk-jH7NPg/s1600-h/flying+dutchmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288025111268684034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SWLW0lCD8QI/AAAAAAAAACY/l4nk-jH7NPg/s320/flying+dutchmen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Flying Dutchmen must always have a captain. The captain must sail the sea and given eternity to collect all the dead souls and to be send to the Locker of Davy Jones' . The captain can only be on the shore for a day before the sunset in every 10 years. One must stab the captain's heart to redeem one's place of becoming the captain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Althought eternity life is given, i do think it is still a curse. Able to be on the land only a day in about 10 years? That's absurd my friend. Turner did that in order to save his father. However, i do picture myself in the situation. I'm in KMB, my parent is in &lt;em&gt;Kemaman &lt;/em&gt;and by the appropriateness of the situation, i can only be in my house for only a month in &lt;em&gt;one semester&lt;/em&gt; (the &lt;em&gt;Flying Ducthmen&lt;/em&gt; thing was clearly a hyperbole though).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not that bad...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn, i'm gonna miss them..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy, daddy&lt;/em&gt; ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be heading to KMB soon. Prolly be my last post for this month. A bit of tidious to go online in KMB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Goodbye Terengganu, hello KMB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6425595279881907795-2573164301862680193?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2573164301862680193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/01/flying-dutchmen-must-always-have.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/2573164301862680193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/2573164301862680193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/01/flying-dutchmen-must-always-have.html' title='Sail the sea for eternity..'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SWLW0lCD8QI/AAAAAAAAACY/l4nk-jH7NPg/s72-c/flying+dutchmen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-5242751173463020618</id><published>2009-01-05T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:41:33.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Slob.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Fo shizzle ma dizzle.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday life situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama budge into the room (why didn't i lock the door as i always did, again?)&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Dede da packing belom??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Watching Who's Line Is It Anyway&lt;/span&gt; via YouTube on my bed with chocolate chips on laptop which is on my tummy and a mug on my bed (yes, i look like a fucking slob.)&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Nope. Belom. Nantila. Lambat lagi&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Lambat?? Esok da nak balik kan?! Enough with Drew Berry tu&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Drew Carey la, Ma. Malas packing lagi. Dede demam&lt;/em&gt;". (Apparently, Dede is my nick to my family and i think it means 'The Third')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she did the poor boy thingy. Its annoying up to a point.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Ala.. Keshian baby Mama demam blah blah blah&lt;/em&gt; (i did not quite catch it because i was concentrating on Ryan who's freakin' hilarious)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Okay-okay, saya pack now&lt;/em&gt;". The only way to stop her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Esokbalikkmbesokbalikkmbesokbalikkmbesokbalikkmbesokbalikkmbesokbalikkmbesokbalikkmbesokbalikkmb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I have not pack yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;I am sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;A bit of hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Wtf am i doing writing a blog? I should be packing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-5242751173463020618?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5242751173463020618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/01/slob.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/5242751173463020618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/5242751173463020618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/01/slob.html' title='A Slob.'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-2950904172915819328</id><published>2009-01-05T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:12:58.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A-No-Go?</title><content type='html'>The time is tomorrow. Is it a no-go? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i've been sniffing around and it seems to me like most of us (by us i mean the KMBians, yeah, too bad, i'm one of you) find that going back there is a &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;no-go&lt;/span&gt;. Some said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;- i would rather be gay then to go back there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;- it is obviously a mental instituition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some other words of hatred. However,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;strong&gt;a pretty bold statement to be made by myself&lt;/strong&gt; but hey, &lt;strong&gt;it ain't that bad&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, how bad is KMB? All this while some of us been hating the place (i'm not sure about you guys but i did) but then come to think about it again. It is not that bad. Yeah! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;IT IS NOT THAT BAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (can't believe that i typed this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only thing that i find myself uncomfortable there is that &lt;strong&gt;i am not doing well in my studies&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeah, believe me, it wasn't that well. So, i'll surpass that point later on. It is not that bad, Manul. It's not. &lt;strong&gt;Just hafta put lotsa effort there mate!&lt;/strong&gt; Work your ass through. In times like this i hafta think of the worst situation that had been put on others, eventually, they surpassed the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Michael Jackson did regardless the lost of Neverland. No regrets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he can do it, why can't i? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If Oprah can lose hell lotta kilos, why can't i??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come to think about it, it won't be that bad and it wasn't even that bad either.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"So, KMB,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"YEAH" (audience applausing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"Kaaaaaay Eeeeeeeemph Beeeeeee!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"YEAH" (audience applausing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"im'ma do it yaw!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(standing ovation).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come get some&lt;/em&gt; ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, i would need an excessive dosage of the following though:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Ma cherie's love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Mates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Dashboard Confessional's pieces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Russell Peters vids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Lots and lots of Vicodin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-2950904172915819328?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2950904172915819328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/2950904172915819328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/2950904172915819328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-go.html' title='A-No-Go?'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-950063179936513268</id><published>2009-01-04T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:09:48.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrorism.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PARENTAL ADVISORY. CAN BE RACIST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ever since the attack of 9/11, the States had always been haunted by terrorism. This cause them to actually legitimately take action on the act of terrorism. It is hard nowadays especially for the security in airports, customs and immegration. They really need to learn the difference between a &lt;strong&gt;terrorist&lt;/strong&gt; and an &lt;strong&gt;indian&lt;/strong&gt;. They're not the same! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;1. They're not from the same part of the world. Middle East and India??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;2. They don't speak the same language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;3. They don't eat the same food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;4. They don't even hate the same people. The terrorist &lt;em&gt;hate the Americans&lt;/em&gt;, the indians &lt;em&gt;hate each other&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;5. A terrorist prolly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;blow up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; an airport. Indians, like to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;work&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;at the airport.&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/6425595279881907795-950063179936513268?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/950063179936513268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/01/terrorism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/950063179936513268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/950063179936513268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/01/terrorism.html' title='Terrorism.'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-3615664100073492014</id><published>2009-01-04T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:12:08.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinky</title><content type='html'>Thanks to the existence of oil and gas in Terengganu's offshores, i am officially a Terengganu state citizen, to be exact, Kemaman-ville (sounds lil bit more soothing). My semester break&lt;br /&gt;(which will be over in two days) had been filled with my life in Kemaman-ville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the Labuan Fed. Ter. experience again where you're not quite there when it comes to interacting. It took me a while to adjust to the Sabahan and Sarawakian dialect back then and i am facing a quite similar problem here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence to any of Kemaman-ville residents or even those who practice such an interesting dialect, but it takes some time for me to digest what you are saying. So dont make fun of me when i say 'ringgit' instead of 'rhia' (a lady of a food business premise did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one day we decided to head to Kuantan (an hour drive from Kemaman-Ville) and i made an amazing discovery. I regret that i did not take a picture of it. I swear you cannot make this shit up, it exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A building stood up and labeled, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'Wisma Kin Kee'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which is very equivalent to be pronounced as the word &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kinky&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ˈkɪŋki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a group of manly men got out of the building with their overall suit. Heh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how ironic, we went all the way to Kuantan from &lt;em&gt;Kemaman, &lt;/em&gt;then we had our breakfast in &lt;em&gt;Kuantan&lt;/em&gt; at the &lt;em&gt;Kemaman Kopitiam&lt;/em&gt;. Heh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, one more thing, drivers, do drive slowly in Kemaman-ville.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-3615664100073492014?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/3615664100073492014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/01/kinky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3615664100073492014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/3615664100073492014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/01/kinky.html' title='Kinky'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-5509010455972272623</id><published>2009-01-02T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:32:29.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To have a resolution.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SV3NTp9Q8mI/AAAAAAAAABg/xGYL2YHNzoM/s1600-h/crystal_colors_balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286607275166855778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SV3NTp9Q8mI/AAAAAAAAABg/xGYL2YHNzoM/s200/crystal_colors_balloons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, yeah, it's new year.. "What's your resolution?", "What do yea wanna achieve this year?", you always get those kind of question. So happened that it is already 2nd of january, i figured out that&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;i do have a resolution that is "to have a resolution!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hurm.. what i would like to achieve..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I owe &lt;strong&gt;the One&lt;/strong&gt; up there &lt;strong&gt;BIGTIME&lt;/strong&gt;. So, will be filling up the quota of 5 time prayers a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Perfected my studies&lt;/strong&gt; as i flunk my &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;pure-math&lt;/span&gt; (please let it be just pure-math).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Minimize &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;procrastination&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Involve in &lt;strong&gt;minimal arguments and fights&lt;/strong&gt; regardless any living creature (especially ants).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Behave &lt;strong&gt;maturely&lt;/strong&gt; as i can be very much a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;painintheass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Learn to play more songs by improving my noob guitar skills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Play less &lt;strong&gt;DotA &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;CS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Burn all the fats and get flat stomach (&lt;strong&gt;Say NO! to Babat&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Less consuming of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;junk food and beverages.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Visit the gym oftenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Eat more &lt;strong&gt;balanced diet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Attend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dashboard Confessional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Concert or Tours (let's not get ahead of yourself manul..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Manage expenditure wisely. &lt;strong&gt;Do not overspend!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Befriend with a guy named Jesus (pronounced, '&lt;strong&gt;heɪːzəs&lt;/strong&gt;'). Mexican.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. "&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;/strong&gt; my favourite colour."&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Learn to &lt;strong&gt;swear &lt;/strong&gt;in new language apart from Malay, English, Cantonese, Mandarin, French, German and Italian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Oh, &lt;strong&gt;minimize&lt;/strong&gt; the act of swearing. No more &lt;strong&gt;Sir-Swear-A-Lot&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Beat the hell outta &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sonofabitch&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;who stole my DSLR, pocket PC, swatch, Walkman phone etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Gain others' TRUST. It's quite a big issue there, mate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Catch up with old friends oftenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Katakan &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;TAK NAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pada rokok! Anda boleh melakukannya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Drink more &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. &lt;em&gt;Rob a bank.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Apply &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carpe Diem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Say &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt; oftenly (yes, i hath join the covenant. thou should try it too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: there are more i think..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-5509010455972272623?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/5509010455972272623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/01/yeah-yeah-its-new-year.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/5509010455972272623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/5509010455972272623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2009/01/yeah-yeah-its-new-year.html' title='To have a resolution.'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SV3NTp9Q8mI/AAAAAAAAABg/xGYL2YHNzoM/s72-c/crystal_colors_balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-6969222436526757543</id><published>2009-01-01T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:23:51.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The season pull up it's own stage..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We watched the &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt; soaked season, fades away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-6969222436526757543?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6969222436526757543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/season-pull-up-its-own-stage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6969222436526757543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6969222436526757543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/season-pull-up-its-own-stage.html' title='The season pull up it&apos;s own stage..'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-7193038629271592004</id><published>2008-12-31T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:31:47.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh Russell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Another day when something stole your smile away? They said that "&lt;strong&gt;laugter is the best medicine&lt;/strong&gt;", and i totally agree with that. Here's something to share when you're down. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Russell Peters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the best stand up comedian that i had ever know. Been a fan of his around 2 years ago. Ahead of the Australian Adam Hills and the American Damon Wayans, this Canadian (or perhaps Indian-Canadian as he claims) has one of the greatest talents of crapping. This guy could make you laugh more than you can imagine. I have him on my iPod because he was so good. Joke speacialty? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Racist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I swear to God, he is freakin' good. Just punch in &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Russell Peters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' in &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;youtube&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and voalla! observe, my friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SVtUfQqbivI/AAAAAAAAABY/uVR9MnE7_qU/s1600-h/ll%2520peters02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285911483675020018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SVtUfQqbivI/AAAAAAAAABY/uVR9MnE7_qU/s400/ll%2520peters02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;p/s: highly racist especially to the races with &lt;strong&gt;'two most largest population in the world'&lt;/strong&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/6425595279881907795-7193038629271592004?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/7193038629271592004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-russel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/7193038629271592004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/7193038629271592004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-russel.html' title='oh Russell!'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SVtUfQqbivI/AAAAAAAAABY/uVR9MnE7_qU/s72-c/ll%2520peters02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-2554581457689795111</id><published>2008-12-29T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:59:16.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so long 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;2009 is around the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Seriously, no matter what you do, &lt;strong&gt;time and tide waits for no man.&lt;/strong&gt; Well, i'm not sure about women (they should prolly do something about that phrase). Oh yea they did. 'Man' was replaced by 'one'. Sorry, my bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyy... Similar as most of us, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had been a year of sweet and bitter, both amalgamated. Yea, bittersweet or what-so-other-stuff you call it. FYI, I'm not gonna bore people with my sweet and bitter memories but yea, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, similarly with &lt;strong&gt;most of you guys&lt;/strong&gt;, it is another year to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just another human &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;govern most entirely by emotions&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I reckon that you are too. Well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It has been quite a tough year for me. &lt;strong&gt;Juggling some stuff&lt;/strong&gt; not knowing the consequences. Sometimes the balls drop (well, i don't mean mine. it's a metaphore) to the ground but in some other times, the balls added up or maybe just at some point, the juggling went well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll miss yea 2008. Those laughs and tears. Those exuberant feelings around. Those melancholic melodies. Those that are left in memories. Gosh, i'm getting a bit melodramatic here remembering 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you&lt;/strong&gt; guys if you're reading this. It had been a great year and a part of my life. Appreciate your presence. My apology to those who i had treated wrongly. I am truly sorry. Never had any intention of doing so. Like others, &lt;strong&gt;i am just another human.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes i just wish that there are not enough space for me to keep the bits of 2008 but this mind of mine work its own ways.&lt;strong&gt; There always spaces for 2008 to be kept.&lt;/strong&gt; I swear i could picture myself in most of the situations happened in 2008. No, i could actually&lt;strong&gt; literally&lt;/strong&gt; recall as the first person of the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt; is gonna take it's place soon but yet&lt;strong&gt; i don't think i am ready for you, dear 2009.&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes i think like a silly 10 year old who wishes to turn back the time for his 10th birthday wish. &lt;strong&gt;If i could, i would.&lt;/strong&gt; I'll do what i had to and stay away from what i did wrong. Hell, it is way too late now. They say no used to cry over a spilt milk. &lt;strong&gt;I say i can't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't get me wrong that i am all about pessismist. I have my brighter colour side to. Ain't it a lil bit to early to judge a person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The places that i shouldn't be at. The things i should have done. The things I should not had done. The ones i hurt. The ones i loved. The ones i loved. The things i missed. The intentions. The feelings. Darn it, I could go on and on and on.. (This is starting to get bored for you guys, i think).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i am sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i can't make a new paragraph so that is why those dots were used. stupid-piece-of-a-shit&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/6425595279881907795-2554581457689795111?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/2554581457689795111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-long-08.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/2554581457689795111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/2554581457689795111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-long-08.html' title='so long 08'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-6613944007856077752</id><published>2008-12-28T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:34:07.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Places That You've Come To Fear The Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SVdAP-ye8PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1ZHmQ5IaJJA/s1600-h/The_Places_You_Have_Come_to_Fear_the_Most.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284763331039523058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SVdAP-ye8PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1ZHmQ5IaJJA/s400/The_Places_You_Have_Come_to_Fear_the_Most.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dashboard Confessional&lt;/strong&gt;. This is my current music addiction. Nobody beats &lt;strong&gt;Christopher Carabba&lt;/strong&gt; ways of singing. It sounds &lt;strong&gt;purely honest&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;weary but sturdy&lt;/strong&gt;. I could give you tonnes of reason why &lt;strong&gt;Dashboard Confessional&lt;/strong&gt; should be listened to. Give it a try. It has quite a precise lyrics that could impress any living beings. This is a lyric to a song that they had produced in the previous years. It's called 'The Places That You Come To Fear The Most'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself,&lt;br /&gt;and covered with a &lt;strong&gt;perfect shell&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;such a &lt;strong&gt;charming beautiful exterior&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laced with &lt;strong&gt;brilliant smiles&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;shining eyes&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;perfect posture&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but you're &lt;strong&gt;barely scraping by&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but you're barely scraping by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is one time,&lt;br /&gt;this is one time that &lt;strong&gt;you can't fake it hard enough&lt;/strong&gt; to please&lt;br /&gt;everyone or anyone at all, or anyone at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the grave that you refuse to leave,&lt;br /&gt;the refuge that you've built to flee,&lt;br /&gt;the places that you've come to fear the most,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;is the place that you have come to fear the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, it's true everyone of us have the places that we come to fear the most. A place that we hafta cover ourselves with a perfect shell, that we endlessly put our efforts to please everyone or anyone at all. Well, i'll be in the place that i've come to fear the most soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-6613944007856077752?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6613944007856077752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/dashboard-confessional.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6613944007856077752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6613944007856077752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/dashboard-confessional.html' title='The Places That You&apos;ve Come To Fear The Most'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SVdAP-ye8PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1ZHmQ5IaJJA/s72-c/The_Places_You_Have_Come_to_Fear_the_Most.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-6681085343304743812</id><published>2008-12-28T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:14:12.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>Originated from the word 'Holy Day', Holiday is believed to be the best part in life to almost every single person in this world. It seems that my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;holy days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has about to come to an &lt;strong&gt;end&lt;/strong&gt;. Goodbye semester break. A week more to go and i guess i won't be seeing you again. oh holiday =(. One thing that i wanna share with you guys is that i've learned quite a lot during this holiday. They are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma cherie Dayana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the most lovely creature on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Moving&lt;/strong&gt; is pretty much tidious.&lt;br /&gt;-There are &lt;strong&gt;no mall&lt;/strong&gt; in Kemaman.&lt;br /&gt;-Radioactive &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;polonium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antrax&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are the best way to kill people without getting caught.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lesbian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; love is the most passionate of them all.&lt;br /&gt;-A vampire could be an animal blood sucker.&lt;br /&gt;-A vampire is smart enough to be a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doctor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;-Aliens could attack the earth if the humans keep on spoiling off &lt;strong&gt;mother nature&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-Alien could be as hot as &lt;strong&gt;Keanu Reeves&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-The Americans actually interpreted &lt;strong&gt;Al-Quran&lt;/strong&gt; the way it should.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;George Clooney&lt;/strong&gt; could look so old.&lt;br /&gt;-Bed-time stories could actually make me &lt;strong&gt;ROFLMAO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When a alien start to attack Earth, start &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hugging, kissing and make love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in front of them to save the humanity.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Trust&lt;/strong&gt; is not something you can get easily (They should sell it at the pawn store or something).&lt;br /&gt;-I did not even touch three World Literature novels that i have to read for Malay A1 and 'The One Over The Cuckoos Nest' for English A2.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm sorry Puan Aida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i haven't touch your work either..&lt;br /&gt;-I missed &lt;strong&gt;Taman Melawati.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've gotten &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fatter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or in our lingo, 'babat'er.&lt;br /&gt;-I wanted to jog a few times but ended up &lt;strong&gt;twice only&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-Did not visit the &lt;strong&gt;gym&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-Your teacher could actually reject you from joining their E-Group.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I flunk my math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I got threeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;-My previous &lt;strong&gt;unstably moody cranky&lt;/strong&gt; Math teacher has gotten married.&lt;br /&gt;-Your cat could be devoured by dogs if you don't take care of it. Seen it with my own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;-CAS at the GHKL is fun when ma cherie, my friends and &lt;strong&gt;Mid Valley&lt;/strong&gt; are around.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;CAS hours&lt;/strong&gt; can be obtained freely.&lt;br /&gt;-KMB is the place that i've come to fear the most.&lt;br /&gt;-Saying 'yes' all the time makes you a &lt;strong&gt;dumbshit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Ernie Ball&lt;/strong&gt; produces great guitar strings.&lt;br /&gt;-I can never get my DSLR back from the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sonofabitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that stole it from me.&lt;br /&gt;-I could die tomorrow or now. &lt;strong&gt;OMG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I touched a Nissan Skyline R35 on the road.&lt;br /&gt;-Offices are open on &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Kemaman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-6681085343304743812?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/6681085343304743812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6681085343304743812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/6681085343304743812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-131379830107141910</id><published>2008-12-28T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:15:21.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue is an evil colour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I realised that blue is an evil colour..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No offence to those who had been loving blue i find that blue is an evil colour..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foods that are least eaten are blue in colour..&lt;br /&gt;Monsters are either &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea is blue in colour. It's beautiful but i've been in the sea alone. In the middle. &lt;strong&gt;It is not that pleasant.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blue coloured buildings scare the crap out of me&lt;/span&gt; (KMB =P)&lt;br /&gt;Blue are oftenly mistaken as the &lt;strong&gt;bad guy&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;People often said when you're down, "hey, cut the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blues&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;Some people that i know have their own lingo of calling &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;porn&lt;/span&gt;, "blue"&lt;br /&gt;A mineral water named Blue or maybe Bleu (I cannot recall) taste like &lt;strong&gt;'airkelapabasi'&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I always get a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue coloured hero&lt;/span&gt; when i play DotA alone. i hate it. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Doraemon&lt;/span&gt; is blue and he/she is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Whales&lt;/span&gt; are blue! They are cute but their looks can be deceiving (&lt;strong&gt;whales are vicious creatures&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, whales are vicious creatures.&lt;/strong&gt; They feed on innocent little fish and worst, they ate Pinochio's father before. Japeto or something. Poor man..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-131379830107141910?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/131379830107141910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/blue-is-evil-colour.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/131379830107141910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/131379830107141910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/blue-is-evil-colour.html' title='Blue is an evil colour'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-8993215525044345715</id><published>2008-12-24T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:40:23.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Maded Marvels.</title><content type='html'>Something crossed my mind today and i did some thinking. They said the best thing in life are free but then what are the best thing in life? Lemme share with you guys of my own analysis. 10 Maded Marvels, 10 most marvellous creations ever made. However, don;t take it seriously because it is just some random silly ideas i thought of. So here it goes ladies and gentlemen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Vanilla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One of the best flavour in the world. Side by side with chocolate, vanilla leads most of the food and beverages industries in it's own ways. Without doubts, we have lots of kind of vanilla flavouring. Ice cream, cakes, shakes, frappuchino (you should try the &lt;strong&gt;Pure Vanilla&lt;/strong&gt; from Coffee Bean and Tea Leaves, it's better than Starbucks' Vanilla Cream). I mean, vanilla flavoured food are worldwide! I would not be suprise if i encounter myself a vanilla flavoured condom. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Coca Cola Light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is the most addictive drink i have ever had in my entire life! Invented as a medicine by John Pemberton, coca cola becomes one of the leading beverages in the world. It was so good that even Budweiser cannot takeover the title that Coca Cola is holding. What makes Coke Light different from the others, in my opinion is that it has the best after-taste in any beverages that you'll have. Nothing is that much special about it because the difference is that it contains an artificial sweetner, aspartame. I'm putting Light Coke on my 9th place as i know that &lt;strong&gt;there can never be any beverages that could be better than this. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Vehicles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cars, trains, planes, motorcycles, bicycles, tricycles, hovercrafts, etc. These are in no doubt to be placed on my number 9 of top 10 maded marvels. Without vehicles, humans would not achieve far. We hafta admit it that in our everyday lives we do encounter the usage of vehicles. Well, even if we don't we would at least acknowledge the existence of it by appreciating the usefulness of it. Vehicles had been used back then for sooooooo many purposes that anyone could ever imagine. Back then, even Zeus needed his chariot to carry himself around Mount Olympus! Moreover, vehicles are maded with purpose for it to be enjoyed looking at. Guys do this. We admire cars like they are the most beautiful creature on earth. I need vehicles to transport me around. Either cars, LRTs or others, they are more or less the same. As badly as i need vehicles, i think i need my driving license more. Yea, i don't have one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;7. Telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Alexander Graham Bell, we are able to keep in touch in sooooo lotsa ways. It all started with his never-ending effort of inventing the 'telephone'. Telephones are so important nowadays that even kids as young as 3 years old would have their own cellphone. The cellphone companies are trying hard to sell of their products and that telcos are uberly obtaining and draining greens outta us. We uses telecommunication every single day regardless the money we're spending on it. It is somewhat becoming a trend on each and everyone of us. I'm sure you've seen people are getting addicted to the usage of phones and such. Well, i think i am one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mechanism that nobody in this world could ever explained. It started of with just a single sound and pops out language. Language is famously known as a device or a tool that helps two or more beings to interact. The Egyptians nailed it well with their hierogliph and such and up to now, geologist, paleontologist, they earn millions just by trying to understand languages that had been forgotten. With language, you can understand what this is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Laws and Legislations, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rules and Regulations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The system, the procedures. No matter what you call it, laws will always need to be abide. It is like a universal thing or something. See! It's another rules. Without laws, we are living in a world that we can never imagine. We can be barbarics, carefree, destructive, oppressed and soooooo many other consequences by not having laws. It is actually the decision made by some groups of people and to be accepted by the others and to be implemented. I see it as something that is beautiful and the simplicity of it actually makes it all complexed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;4. Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my 4th list, the 4th maded marvel is music. Started in a simple form of literature, music made it's way through. It is widely consumed by all different kind of people. It's majestic ways of being stuck in one's head are remainded mystery until now. This are likely to occur especially among the teenagers. Some say due to their raging hormones or something. Nowadays musics are widely used with its own purpose. Some uses it to create awareness and some uses it for their own desire and such. Basically, music is a way of sending message in the most effective ways. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We dig music. We love music.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3. Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything in this world that could not be solved, it is love. Love. Love. Love. You can never define it. It is such a subjective matters that it becomes controversial to some extend. A 4 lettered word could give an unimaginable affect to any single thing surrounded by it. Come to think about it, love is something that is possessed by everyone in the whole entire world. It is so perfect that not even a person in this world is missing it. As i told you, it is sooooo &lt;strong&gt;subjective&lt;/strong&gt; that love are widely uses on anything. For me, love is something that will forever be undefined and that is why love falls on the 3rd place of my 10 maded marvels list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;2.Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Time is of the essence. Believe it or not, time is just something that is maded by human beings. We set it up. We put a benchmark to it. We count it down. We did everything we can to make time exist. Why??? Life could be simpler without it but life could also be hell without it. Without time, we'll be boiling ourselves up with problems of unfinished errands and such. Time are commonly taken for granted. It moves ahead of us. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We invented it, we made it exist but it is devouring us every bit by bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Get ahead of it before it gets you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.All of the 9 maded marvels listed above are in no doubts maded with their own reason and purpose. I had them sorted out according to their significance but then again, just a reminder, it's my own analysis so it might be differerent from yours. So, the 1st Maded Marvels. The number one that i decided to put on top. It is pretty much not maded but yes, widely known and believed by massive amount of people. The 1st ladies and gentlemen,&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; ISLAM&lt;/span&gt;. The monoetheism religion which strictly abides Allah in anyways, anytime, with anyone and in everyways. I myself proudly living as a muslim and in no doubts of the existence of one God that rules every single thing ever created. He who have maded us and to Him we belong. This body of mine is just something of to be borrowed from the Almighty God, Allah. Thank you to the &lt;strong&gt;prophet Muhammad&lt;/strong&gt; (peace be upon him), you and i get to live such a prosperious harmony life. With the help of millions of people around the world regardless the time barrier between them, Islam made it's way through with the ability that nothing could actually be equally good as it is. It is the greatest thing that anyone in this world could ever experienced or even imagined. All praise be to Allah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-8993215525044345715?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/8993215525044345715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/top-10-maded-marvels.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/8993215525044345715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/8993215525044345715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/top-10-maded-marvels.html' title='Top 10 Maded Marvels.'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-1802065346281864653</id><published>2008-12-23T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:46:10.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Hands</title><content type='html'>Feel like sharing this with you guys. Well, all of us have our own experiences that one would like to have. So why not we take the chances, share it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens 3 days ago if i'm not mistaken. Just an ordinary day. Oh yea, i was in KL as i have to complete my CAS at the General Hospital KL. fyi, CAS stands for Creative Action Services, requirement for IB. Anywayyyyy, as i said, it was an ordinary day. I decided to catch up with an old friend (Amir Sabaruddin). Yea, we were classmates during primary school in Labuan. So we catched up a lil bit at Pavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when i was on my way back, something unexpected happened. I was waiting for the Rapid Bus or at least a cab (which is not in sight) at Wangsa Maju LRT Station, suddenly, a girl fainted on the street nearby the place where the buses stop. Some noticed and they gave a quick reflex to it. Sadly, they could not be bothered about it. All they did was reflexto it and start to tell their friends and all. Nobody give a damn help or anything. Then they approaches the girl, looking and an old man pulled my wrist asking me to help out. Bothered by the ignorant fools, i decided to help the girl out. So i went to her and lifted her up. Out of no where, an uncle (a bus driver) helped me out too. Together with the man, i lifted her nearby the kiosk. Then the man ran off. I did not even recognize his face as i only gave a glance when he offered his helping hand. I let her lie down on the floor then people started to gather round the girl and i. Then her friend pops out of the crowd and started to utter words that was quite hard to catch. All that i did catch was "dia sorang tade family kat sini pon. baru sampai blah blah blah". She was panicked to the max. I swear to God, in that tense situation she almost make it seems like it is the end of the world. So, slowly i told her to phone the Ambulance or any help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately she did not get my message and kept on panickingm untill the crowd asked her to over and over again. Meanwhile, i was trying to think of the reason why she fainted. Haha. Feels like Dr. Gregory House trying to diagnose a patient. While i was doing so, the lady who owns the kiosk gave the fainted girl mineral water. She did quite of efforts but i just wont work. Then a girl decided to lend a hand so they loosen up the fainted girl's tudung and cardigan (don't get any silly ideas. she was wearing a 2 piece top), and cool her up. They did that for around 20 mins and nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confidently, i thought of the puzzle. I'm not sure what it was but i do think it's a case of low blood sugar level. So, confidently i asked the lady for any sweet soft drinks and she handed me a 100 plus from her kiosk. Then i gave the fainted girl the 100 plus by pressing the cheeks together to open her wide for the isotonic tonic and the helping girl helps to some-what of aiding the water to go into the body by rubbing the neck and chest. It happens so, the fainted girl woke up blurly and it was a relief. Then we let her sit and then only the freakin' slow ambulance came. She should be fine by then so i decided to leave. A guy came to me and congratulated me for doing so. He asked me, "Bagus kau bro. Apa yang buat nak tolong tadi?". I answered simply, "itu perkara betul untuk dibuat". It was the right thing to do, with no doubt and i'm glad i did so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-1802065346281864653?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1802065346281864653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/feel-like-sharing-this-with-you-guys.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1802065346281864653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1802065346281864653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/feel-like-sharing-this-with-you-guys.html' title='Helping Hands'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6425595279881907795.post-1986737976641645828</id><published>2008-12-23T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:54:28.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>Regarding the title above, ladies and gentlemen, this is my first post of the blog. Why do i need a blog? Yea, a cliche start but still, fresh. It is just a form of expressing my inner voices that is anticipating to be heard yet, with no intention to evoke others' feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyy, wanted to do my blog since i cannot remember when. However, I can never get the time to do so. So, im'ma hit it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose English as my main language here as English are widely known and it is just my preferences of voicing out my inner voice. I'm not saying i have a good command of English but hey, no harm in trying. I prefer to as it is a part of my pop-culture and that it is too common that pretty much lots of us would understand and prefer it so. Readers, any mistake, and by any i do mean the slightest mistake, do correct me. Appreciate that. We learn by sharing =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, hope you'll enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6425595279881907795-1986737976641645828?l=manulpink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/feeds/1986737976641645828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1986737976641645828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6425595279881907795/posts/default/1986737976641645828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manulpink.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>manul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02224831553997729033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AmCWfPYIms/SiJqMiCnE3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/CbDW1dv4JNo/S220/04042009149.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
