<?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-5584195272074519192</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:04:57.857+08:00</updated><category term='Fleeting moments of a past love'/><category term='and the Ice cream job'/><category term='benediction. wat the hell is dat?'/><category term='a job'/><category term='Pissed off by close people'/><category term='his infactuation.. wanting her..'/><category term='Another happening at home; a joke to end with.'/><category term='Old reunions'/><category term='neW luRvE?? reaLLy?'/><category term='Fall of my family'/><category term='a love'/><category term='turn of events'/><category term='a life'/><category term='His situation'/><category term='one month anniversary'/><category term='tomoro is friday'/><category term='Expressing thoughts on a note basis.'/><category term='L.O.V.E.'/><title type='text'>To tell or not to tell! DAT, is a MUST</title><subtitle type='html'>When reading these, be sure to leave or tag me! Or if nt, send me ur email add!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-6277940389203440275</id><published>2008-02-20T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T11:18:13.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turn of events'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heyyo! Guess whos back, back again. Is the man, on the Double! hahkz, extra spicy and staying crazy as always. Man! i didnt go to skuul again! for the past few days, i had been most busy with my life at werk dat i forgot i got a life at skuul too.. holy mother of Tigrex! ytd i did my test, didnt expect it to be so easy though. hahakz, well, after all dat, i did it in only half an hour. so chilling in class. Hui ming says he wanted to quit werk at sentosa. man!! den il be left alone ther again.. no matter, ive owaes been a solo since i was young, so i didnt care much if i was left alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, i duno wat will happen, but im feeling a wave of depression lately. Care to tell me? hahakz. i try to listen to ppl. but all i got is gossips of me and other ppl. The recent one was from my workplace abt me and dis gerl. sheesh.. i told one person dat i like her and now it turns out to be dat they told the gerl dat SHe likes ME! omgosh! den it became worse, she didnt reply or sms me back. damn, i was frustrated. i was frustated abt the rumours, and i demanded to noe the truth. so i pull my colleagues one by one to noe the truth. so i ended up in a knot, a dead end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Man, dis ppl really wants to see Hell's Fury unleashed in Sentosa, dont they? well, all i gotta do is relax and think calmly for me to get out of this half dugged graveyard dat was left on my land of virtue. hahakz. So it did, dat gerl replied my sms. wow! waiting really pays the price doesnt it? lols so we got over dat stupid rumour and i was whole lot better today. but im still tied in a knot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey, anithing contact me by my mobile yeah? 81198967. but pls, i dun entertain gays or lesbians and definitely ppl who less cares abt themself den my pre-paid balance. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aite, im off, ppl. wanna accompany that specific to the clinic. I think she miss me dats y she wanted me to accompany her, lols. aite2 its a joke, dat one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;~peacE! no WaR! maKe LovE!~&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/5584195272074519192-6277940389203440275?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/6277940389203440275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=6277940389203440275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/6277940389203440275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/6277940389203440275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2008/02/heyyo-guess-whos-back-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-6926993696952545561</id><published>2008-02-14T07:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:30:06.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall of my family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/R7N3QoAvF1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/omDUi-T7b0g/s1600-h/123+(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166604325026207570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/R7N3QoAvF1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/omDUi-T7b0g/s320/123+(10).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, at 0605am of 14th Feb 2008, i lost my beloved pet &amp;amp; friend.. He was named Coco. Well, Valentines Day isnt the same animore widout him. For the pass few years he's been living with us, and i swear to you, everything was more fun with Coco around, playing all around the house, biting my leg when I come home everday as a sign of greeting me home.. Sigh.. I know that everything that has a soul will one day be gone. But he is so young, only 3 years of age and a hyperactive cat at one too, and now that he had passed on before me, i felt suddenly day i lost another family member.. just like the ones before.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All i was sure abt , he was suffering, for 3 days straight. He came home ok, but then puking out white foams, it was all over the dining carpet. 1st day he was coughing white foam out of his mouth, I thought it was food poisoning. When i tried to touch his sensitive spot on his stomach, he bite me with such anger dat i didnt dare to lay a finger on him again afterwards.  So the only way for it to be sustain and solved was letting him rest and puke it out. And the funny thing about Coco was dat, he kept dragging himself into the toilet and lay asleep there, even though he could not move properly, he had practically lost his will to walk. My mom explain dat maybe his body is hot and he wanted to cool it down, but i disagree. I know something must be wrong but I dunno wat ta do abt it. So all i can do is wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then the day came when he died. It was awful, i couldnt bear to see. But he died in a peaceful manner. He died in my room of all places.. I was quite happy though, since he was suffering so much from all this while, i think its best if he passed on and be in heaven.haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I realised something after dat, Coco was my bestest and close friend of all.. Whenever I was unhappy, hed try to perk me up by playing with me and all. He would  hug the leg of the chair when he is kinda lost at something. And would play with the plastic bags dat i put in a bag, dat owaes give a tantrum to my mum, and il laugh when mi mum scolded him, and he will be up front sitting and listening to my mum's long lecture. All those times was great. But we gotta move on, cuz all dat matters now is the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im glad dat I rescued him from the carpark carrying him in mi shirt cuz he all cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Il miss u Coco, jus like all the others dat has passed on before you. Love you like my own brother. Il see u in heaven dear friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;~Sadness will be triumph by happy moments &amp;amp; laughter, dont stray away from that light,  find it and embrace it and you will see the good side of life~&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/5584195272074519192-6926993696952545561?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/6926993696952545561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=6926993696952545561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/6926993696952545561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/6926993696952545561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-at-0605am-of-14th-feb-2008-i-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/R7N3QoAvF1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/omDUi-T7b0g/s72-c/123+(10).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-499543467106947020</id><published>2008-01-22T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:06:03.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha! wassaP! guyZ!! wth??!! i neber been abLe to bLog n dis is all i get as sumtinG to rejoicE?? LoL, aniwaes, life is oK. im kinda being sickled ouT. i feeL easily distraughted by the fact daT mi friends are not thinking the way theY shouLd be like the GooD oLd daYz... haiZ.. i feel like decimating a 1000 Tigrex to clear my head.. aNd ppl'S critism just laCeraTed my hearT... jeeZ.. they go on saying as though they are perfect in EVERY way. i duNNo wat i can do(in a nice way) to help them SHUT THE **** UP. -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk, all those aside.. i noe its not rite, and i know it was never RIGHT. but i broke up with my gf. 4 days ago.. i broke up with her.. i left a deep wound on her.. i cant see her animore.. i dun wanna.. n i dunno im acting like this.. maybe im just another jackass who would like to have a gerlfriend just so he would have him treat her as his equal and to show off to his friends.. haiz.. but i do love her. i do love her.. which is why i cant have her when i did. cuz im facing problems dat concerns my future, my beloved ones, ones whom have passed away and i never see them to the end.. i was so far away in my own world and didnt look around me to figure out wth is going on... i miss those times i had with Z. i cant complain. she said its impossible between the both of us. it shredded my heart in pieces far beyond dire pain.. i felt like i was to be given a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i told her i would wait for her, make her smile and laugh no matter what it takes.. but unfortunately, she didnt reply. and i was beginning to wonder If she WOULD ever reply me back. FucK.. me and my stupid mouth.. i gt a feeling she wun reply me back. hahkz. but the fact still remains dat i cant COMPLETELY forget abt her... WHY??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(heavy breathing..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*huff* *huff* weLL, at least mY NEW PSP SLIM is warding off the pain n suffering i had. hahahahaha. haiz..i tink mi recent entries only reflects abt how im feeling rite now and then..&lt;br /&gt;my reasons are simple.. NOT ENOUGH SLEEP AND WATCH TOO MUCH ANIME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aite guys, im off to another land.. u guys should noe of it. hahahkz. peaCE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-499543467106947020?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/499543467106947020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=499543467106947020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/499543467106947020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/499543467106947020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2008/01/haha-wassap-guyz-wth-i-neber-been-able.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-8971206367454869180</id><published>2008-01-11T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T02:30:49.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School has begun its torture yet once again. but it seems like ytd dat i began to wake up early for morning classes. It has been rather quiet at werk recently, maybe cause alot of the other older staffs dat i knew had quitted the job due to school and other significant reasons. and a certain someone is thinking abt werking at sentosa with me!! yay! hurhur.. not gonna sae, though that person have nt given an answer yet.. but il be waiting to see if it goes as it should. And theres Aida, she went to interview for a place at Sentosa for a job as one of the Admission Ops, like me! Hey, i didnt get her into these, she just asked if she could try a new job experience, dats all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, mi life huh? is not bad and its not reeli good either.. wanna noe y? ive been thinking of becoming single again.. i just dun wanna move forward wit my gf animore.. maybe im being selfish or maybe im getting bored.. but the fact still remains dat im still with her, and i dun wanna break her heart by saying i wanna end our relationship. how do i end widout hurting her?? how? dats the one thing now dat ive been stressing over again and again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not dat i am bored of her, but its the spark. the spark dats makes us inevitable in our relationship just suddenly died off.. why did it happen? i cant explain.. reeli i cant.. i dun wanna hurt her, but ppl sae dat the longer u give her hope, the harder its gonna be on her if i break the iceberg. i think im becoming &lt;strong&gt;COLD BLOODED&lt;/strong&gt;.. if u noe wad i mean.. haiz.. its like i dun care for her animore to see if shes crying all over from all these.. these betrayal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat can i do to make it &lt;strong&gt;NOT HURTFUL&lt;/strong&gt;? i jus dun wanna make ppl feel sad and unhappy, but in doing so, im as much of a &lt;strong&gt;JACKASS&lt;/strong&gt; as any other typical guys whom prefer to change gerlfrends as soon as they break up with another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made some new friends at Sentosa, yet again.. lolz. funny isnt it? think dat u can relate to dem like they can to you. But its all a matter of understanding ones thinking and answering as professional as ever. There was this white guy asking me if he could use the ticket he purchease for the monorail for the MRT.. &lt;strong&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/strong&gt;!! he thinks dat the SEntosa monorail is somewhat connected to the MRT at harbour front!! omG! muther-****ing morons.. kahahakz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im off to sleep now. i cant stand the &lt;strong&gt;AGONY&lt;/strong&gt; off the people asking me BONUS questions and iL back to a corner,&lt;strong&gt;LAUGHING&lt;/strong&gt;.. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-8971206367454869180?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/8971206367454869180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=8971206367454869180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/8971206367454869180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/8971206367454869180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-has-begun-its-torture-yet-once.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-631278212759954213</id><published>2008-01-03T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T10:13:22.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We have now come to a new year.. SILOSO BEACH PARTY RAWKSZ!!!! WOO HOO!!! went to the 2008 countdown at Siloso. it was all party till 6am. but no, i didnt stay til dat late. i.. "tried" to go home. but Wat the Hell! the nite rider going towards SengkanG broke down at Clarke Quay MRT station. So it was oreadi 3.30 am when i realise it. and my hp batt was flat, couldnt get any form of contact to MOTHER BASE. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HeY, iL finish thise story another day yeah? gotta bE ready for werk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                     ******&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;******&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-631278212759954213?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/631278212759954213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=631278212759954213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/631278212759954213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/631278212759954213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-have-now-come-to-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-7140849715459784123</id><published>2007-12-28T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T20:18:43.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;23 December 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys! it HAS been like AGES! since i wrote on my bloG. weLL, i can only blame myself cuz werk aint a walk in the park, u see.. it drains my super-enegizer battery everday! Even my legs are getting the 'jeLLies' after work nowadays. So, back to Reality check, i wanna verify sumthing important before abt my last entry. aBt Zakiah, i dun reeli meant wat i sae, the part i sae dat she doesnt make me happy. well, wen she replied me back after awhile now, i felt rather appreciated.  hey, shes mi friend ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps im mixing too much with ppl nowadays dat i forgot abt myself sumtimes. Totally. Ya, and i forgot to say dat i am reeli easy to get pissed off nowadays.. and the ppl coming to Sentosa was like.. FUCK. yep, dats all i can sae, life is sad. when will it be the day when u greet someone with a smile and they smile back? NEVER! NOT GONNA HAPPEN. dats for sure. especially the malay ppl. hey im malay myself, but im not a jackass who disturb ppl when they are werking. there was dis female worker of mine and she always complain to me dat she is owaes disturb by dis group of mat2s. and i ask to myself. ' Why were they born in the 1dt place? And what benefit do they get by doing so?' Fuck. the ppl are reeli pissing me off. i am not perfect ppl, but i dun piss ppl off by my actions and stupidity. I do my wurk with integrity and dis is wat we working ppl get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus becuz im wurking doesnt mean im not a head-to-toe human dat can anytimg pounce on a jackass who keeps marinating his/her face trying to all so bold and popular among their spasm of a friend. damn. they ARE STUPID, arent they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, i got nothing to complain abt. he or she who somes to Sentosa are my BOSS aniwaes. lol. i think u noe wat i mean. hahakz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24-25 Desember 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, werk is kooL, and u shudda seen Sentosa on Christmas Day man! its like Zoukout! but a lil less crowd. But man! ppl were exchanging gifts and complimentary tickets- eh! not tickets! wat i meant was compliments. hahakz. hit me on the head. and ppL were ruxhing to watch the 7.40 pm Songs Of The Sea show(as usual..) I went to watch it ytd, not from the train's platform. hahakz. And it was.. sensational, i sae. it was. i just dun reeli like the opening of the show, where dis local performers were lip-singing along with the speaker. it feLt soo.. CHEAP. But heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shows duration was arnd 25 min. i like the flames shooting from the top of the huts, (it was hot!!) and the laser lightings were kinda spooky. but the fireworks were great, as always. and when to take the Luge. it was a NIGHT RIDE, cool! i wish i werk at retail rather den Admission ops. lolx. their pays are better den ours. and great, im werking 2nd shift tomoro. i think itl be great. though i dun like the idea of waving to ppl.. hahakz. k, im oFF&lt;br /&gt; toodLes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-7140849715459784123?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/7140849715459784123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=7140849715459784123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/7140849715459784123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/7140849715459784123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/12/23-december-2007-hey-guys-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-4536609686512638555</id><published>2007-12-11T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:13:15.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Yo.. piss.. off.. by.. teachers..and her fucking face.. i wanna murder her if possible.. My week had been nothing but fucked up by people whom i had known i will not get along well the very 1st day i come face to face with them. And my job payment is like fuck too. i shoulda stick with F&amp;amp;B. jeez, standing for 7 hrs is just not my thing.. and now, im all huingry and feeling reeli cold, i dun feel like schooling animore.. i hate school, but i love the idea of being at school.. jeez, im reeli sounding depress &amp;amp; stressed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Y.. i dunno how to answer m own question.. i feel so.. un easy.. so.. unfit.. so.. unhappy, when im suposse to be... is it because im missing Lilo? i dunno.. im all jumbled up in the head.. and y the hell am i thinking of Zakiah at this very moment? Lilo, makes me happy, she doesnt.. hmm.. i think my inner demon is swallowing up my good side.. damn, and in a second, il be thinking of nothing but gerls... shiy.. dats what i hate when im clearly unstable to think anything but tomorow.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Im trying to make sense on why im feeling so.. pessimistic.. and.. uneasy &amp;amp; preoccupied internally.. well, watever.. it owaes happens, but when tomorow comes, il be feeling a hundred timed lighter. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im out, im still thinking of gg to school or not tomorow.. jeez.. hate dat teacher.. well, me off! peace people!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-4536609686512638555?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/4536609686512638555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=4536609686512638555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/4536609686512638555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/4536609686512638555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/12/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-7262458539960712667</id><published>2007-12-02T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T11:11:34.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So haha nowadays dat i cant see anithing going wrong in my life. Work is getting interesting nowadays. Chicks, hot and delicious. LOL. im kidding, im kidding. But yeah, today was alot of fun cuz i chill off most of the bloody time! hahakz. and my Beachies(dats wad dey call us at Beach Station) did nearly most of the work(BADSHOW, IS!) and wad do u noe? I was patted at the back for being so ever nice to assist a couple trying to get into the platform for the monorail, by the guy whos card is as wet as water, lols. And being one of the Admission Ops, being polite is one of the MUSt so dat Guests can be happy going IN &amp;amp; OUT of Sentosa. And finally! i knoe what IMBIAH means! its, another term for Bridge! omg. Seems like i was dumbstrucked to NOT know that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i m so missing her, so missing mi Lilo.. I want her so.. hehekz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my hair just keeps getting cooler. *kwang3*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon, when my money is out and into my hands, im gonna haf sum FUN! woohoo! yeah yeah, and looks like I can finally own a PS3 mates! yesh la! but nt this month though, cuz alot of stuff i haf ta settle and take care of. Maybe the next payment of the other, I might get it, and owning prbably a new PSP. sheesh. My old one is kinda sucky cuz the buttons are all so UNsensitive already. and the colours are fading,Plus the switch on button is like WTF!! its not switching on with one click, i haf to keep on clicking it alot of time man! wat a hassle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk, gtg now, i jus skipped my Physical Ed class, and im NOt gonna miss the 1pm class, never. hahkz. kk, off i go now! byez! misss tha ppl out there, dudes &amp;amp; ladies! peaCE ya Off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-7262458539960712667?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/7262458539960712667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=7262458539960712667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/7262458539960712667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/7262458539960712667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-haha-nowadays-dat-i-cant-see.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-6867520111064543529</id><published>2007-11-26T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:30:36.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No sucking!! ~&lt;??!!&gt;~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woah!&lt;/em&gt; Today's work was like, &lt;em&gt;Whoa!&lt;/em&gt; Today is the very 1st time, ladies &amp;amp; gentlemen! the very 1st time dat I, Is The Man, came to work early! Yes! astonishing as it may seem, i did it! half an hour earlier b4 my shift starts, i came in early so as not to get fired. met &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Syamil &amp;amp; Zai&lt;/span&gt; at around 10 mins b4 our shift kick in, and man! todae was so funny! I was to do GR with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yee Aung and Shafiq&lt;/span&gt; when he said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shafiq&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;hey dude, check dat girl out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i did, she was eating a lollipop.(Now, just so u noe, we arent allowed to let anyone in the station with food or drinks, unless its one with a carrier bag or a cap. So Shafiq told me this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shafiq&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;So dude, go up to dat girl and said" Miss, u are NOT allowed to SUCK in the station.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKZ!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dat was like so funny lohx! Our laughter caught alot of the guests attention and Yee Aung was so curious why we were laughing like mental patient in the middle of a big crowd. Guess that was not a big deal to us, but it was when our IC caught us NOT attending to the guests needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And then there was this later incident dat happen when it was around 9+ pm, i was conversing with a guest and the walkie talkie i was holding began beeping like crazy. And i knew it can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; only mean punksters. The 1st person on my mind was Syamil cus when i look up to see who was the one making all dat unnecessary noise, he was sneering back at me. And being irritated so easily, i pressed onto the walkie talkie and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Beach Rover, please stop playing with the walkie or il swear il smack your head!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and 5 mins later he came down and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syamil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Oi! u gila ah? u said dat on air, and other people from other station might hear!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And truth be told, one of the Supervisors from Sentosa Station came down to check up on who was the culprit who said dat earlier. And by sheer LUCK! something happen dat revert my bad doings to something else, a broken bottle of Heineken. Lucky siahkz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And in less than a day, nearly two station of my colleagues found out dat it was me who said it on air, i was FAMOUS! wakakakhz. Now they plan to follow what i said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kk, im off to bed now, my class starts at 8 tomorow and i swear, by my brken pencils, il cum early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NitEz, and i lurve u baby.. ur the star that shine outside my window. Luv eu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. Need to buck up!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-6867520111064543529?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/6867520111064543529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=6867520111064543529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/6867520111064543529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/6867520111064543529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-sucking.html' title='No sucking!! ~&lt;??!!&gt;~'/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-4465703689578639423</id><published>2007-11-24T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T16:57:34.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wow! A new Skin! a WhoLe neW look! since tOdae i got so muCh time on my handS, i intend to use it up on my two friends(Sanjuus &amp;amp; Prabonga) wakakaka!! no la, dats wat i call them, hahakz. So, NoW! YESH LA! I just got to KILL the meanest Wyvern in Monster Hunter 2, the TIGREX!! yesh la!! And, Prabu, me &amp;amp; Sanjay got a whole bunch of stuffs dat we were not suppose to get til we are stronger hunters.. *hm hm hm hm*.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Special thanks to Hidayah a.k.a Minimie for making my blog such a better place to read and view my daily entries! And I miss my baby.. Lilo, baby, i miss u, my love.. Haiz.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ytd, i nearly made her sad &amp;amp; dissapointed cuz i was at school and i didnt get a chance to sms to tell dat we cant go out togeder.. And we nearly got into a quarrel cuz of jus dat misunderstanding and i couldnt agree more with her. I was being a bad bf.. sob sob.. NAh! hahakz, but seriously, wad wud u do if ur caught in dat situation of time constrain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;well, im off! im kinda numb(my hands, i mean) and since the days are growing slower i think im growing older.. wah hah hah hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peace, im through! luv u baby! n thanks again Minimie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s.  H.R. 3!!&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/5584195272074519192-4465703689578639423?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/4465703689578639423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=4465703689578639423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/4465703689578639423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/4465703689578639423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/11/wow-new-skin-whole-new-look-since-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-7539316134204186223</id><published>2007-11-22T09:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T10:03:56.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one month anniversary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ytd was my 1 month Anniversary with her. heeez. And, god, i miss her.. Its been nearly a week since i met her and although i dont get to meet her often nowadays, everytime we meet, we leave an impression on each other that is hard to forget. Yesterday, i skipped work cuz i was a lil sick in the head and there was a photo taking session at 1 after school. And my work starts at 1.30 pm. Jeez.. Wasted another day of work.. Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today theres work and i PLAN on NOT missing by hook or by crook, even if my head is sick. hahahakz. Oh, if theres anyone who wants to know where im working at, its at Sentosa Beach Station. But please dont call me when im working! My person in charge will man slaughter me for sure.. heheheee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month im planning to celebrate my anniversary with her. And next month, il immediately buy a PS3! or maybe another psp.. or maybe and XBOX 360.. or maybe.. make a couple ring for me and Lilo.. or maybe... aiya!! i dunno la! But all of these are on my Wanted list, yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il update my blog later.. or even later.. hahakz.. so please do not 4get to leave me ur tags please!kk, is The maN, outZ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p.s. minimie!!! where is my new skin!!!&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/5584195272074519192-7539316134204186223?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/7539316134204186223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=7539316134204186223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/7539316134204186223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/7539316134204186223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/11/ytd-was-my-1-month-anniversary-with-her.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-6466792213247115652</id><published>2007-11-15T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:31:33.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo pplz! been like a wk since i last updated my bloG.. well, its been a lot BUZY lately, what with all the projects to be done, the ppl to be met, my gf, whom always wanting to melt around me, and me with her, heheheekz.. so erm, im not really hyper these past few days, just plain restless, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda tiring, or more like a habit now, if u were to ask me, LOLz. Y? u ask? Cuz tired is just a tip of the iceberg. Now, i made a FULL-TIME schedule for myself, but it usually applies on weekdays ONLY. On MONDAY, il wake up at 6, take a bath n all that, food, milo, bread. And at 6.30 or so, call Sanjuu or Keith Mat2(LOLZ!) to wake them up, or rather become their ALRAM CLOCK for morning classes. Meet them in the bus to school, on the bus, play monster hunter or talk abt MAT2.. wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at school or lunchtime(and after school) il meet up with, AidA, RuzI, Zai &amp;amp; KaLkhai to go and haf our lunch or head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 7 pm or later, Il meet Sanjuu under my block again to play Monster Hunter 2! hehekz. its been going on for a week straight, and, man! Even though im tired, i look forward to do it next week too! Cant do it tomorow since i got no class EVERY FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN,FUN,FUN!! Oh, yeah, i got a job at SEntosA as an ADmission OPs, whereby the employee must serve his/her customers with class and integrity. The Thursday TOA(Tour Of Atraction) was so much funn.. Sad thing Zai wasnt there to join in the FUN... But it was! Playing the LUGE.. Going up on the Sky Tower, having scryzophrenia at the CineBlast, which was SPECTACULAR!&lt;br /&gt;And the restaturant food was just scrumptuous.. Yumm- MmY!! My post is at the Beach Station, where i have only to wave and greet the guests with a smile &amp;amp; remarkable conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.. i wanna go to sleep already.. YAWN.. and people, please wash yer feet b4 u go to bed. U might not enjoy ur dreams if u DONT.. *jeng jeng jeng...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk, im peacing OUTXZ!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-6466792213247115652?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/6466792213247115652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=6466792213247115652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/6466792213247115652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/6466792213247115652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/11/yo-pplz-been-like-wk-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-8909654741630625183</id><published>2007-11-08T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T14:13:21.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='benediction. wat the hell is dat?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heloo.. AACHOOO!!!.... *sniff* *sniff*.. im having flu.. n i got no way to meet my friendz today... oh, Happy Deepavali t0 my bros out there!! haiyahz.. missing her.. missing her... wana hoold her close.. But when when im having flu!! its contagious.. deadly.. and ubber creepy.. i was abt to finish a box of tissue right this minute.. and i have to use one hand to type, th other to stop my nose from dripping all those ewwie stuffs out.. *sniff*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of me coming to them, i ask for them to come to me! hehee.. oh yeah! i got FIFA 08 baby!! woohoo!! yeah, and my bro jumped for joy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk, im out, i think i nedd to bathe(which is the 5th time today..) so that my nose wont drip no more. dats the only i can think of to make the flu go away.. wakakaka!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk, is OUT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-8909654741630625183?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/8909654741630625183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=8909654741630625183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/8909654741630625183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/8909654741630625183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/11/heloo.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-6989473238382564803</id><published>2007-11-04T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T01:40:42.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing much, jus went to play soccer today.. which i didnt participate in it(cuz mi leg was in dire pain as my blister became worse..) but met a lot of old faces. They seem to be doing pretty fine &amp;amp; we all got on to a good side. Met new friends, and new friends made newer friends. We was all HEY YO cuz our star player Khartik a.k.a. HitLer(LOL!) scored an "UNBELIEVABLE" goal. Though i was urging to play so much, i didnt cuz i was so immersed in looking at how they play, i near forgotten dat the area we were playing at was being watch by the 5-0s..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of their henchmen caught us red handed. By sheer dumb luck, we were let off easily, Luckily for us, he closed onr eye, assuming dat we were all just 1st timers, being in seng kang, wakakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didny get to meet her Lilo today cuz 1st, i was aving a lil bit of flu, and 2nd the promises i made can t be fulfilled because i wasted my money on something else when i was suppose to save it for today to go out with her to Peninsular to buy some rocking Tees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK, i tinks dats abt it, im off to watch LiverpooL'z game so, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oyasumi na sai minna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-6989473238382564803?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/6989473238382564803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=6989473238382564803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/6989473238382564803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/6989473238382564803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/11/nothing-much-jus-went-to-play-soccer.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-7507014946562982492</id><published>2007-10-30T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T00:50:28.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Noting &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;much, jus drop an entry about how much a person can really change your mood and lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday, I &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;plan to meet her at Bedok and go walk around her area before I go jalan raya wif my peeps. Got down at Bedok to meet her and it was raining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;so heavily.. Man.. it drained the colours out of me dat day.Luckily we didnt have 2nd thoughts of meeting each other on that particular&lt;/span&gt; day. And all the time in the world, I didnt bring an umbrella on that day, so i got drenched.. I was wet, but only from my thigh down to my ankle area was wet(since I found a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cardboard box and use it to shelter me in the rain,while i make a run for it to the nearest building).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As typical as I &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;was, i was wearing all Black that day, and my god! it was so cold, but seeing her later made me warmed up inside and the cold suddenly vanished. So there i was, 25 mins late, yet again.. but she&lt;/span&gt; was so nice and understanding. She&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;knew i was gonna be late, yet she waited in the blistering cold for&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; me. That was when i made up my mind dat i can never be late again. NEVER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We went o 7-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11 to top up my EZ-LINK card and we went on to buy donuts and bubble tea at a nearby shop. Then&lt;/span&gt; find a place to settle down and have a little chat about how we missed each other since we last met 2 days ago. Then thats &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;when things get cozy and sassy.. We were onto each other so tight as though holding for dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;life, she admitted dat it was her 1st time  she was so close to a guy b4. Me too. And that was when IT happened&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We kissed. Yeap. Unbelievable&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;My 1st time. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And it was as long as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; the days passed by.. I dont think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of anything but only to satisfy her heart with&lt;/span&gt; my love for &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;her. Damn.. She was so beautiful from afar, she is even more intimidating up close.. Wow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We made a pact. To get &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;away from civilzation and settle happily in our own beautiful world. Hehehkz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; fantasy. Well, better&lt;/span&gt; then only having nighmares about knifes being stabbed into ur ASS! lols. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time passes by so quickly when i was with her, it was oreadi 6.20pm. I have to leave her &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for my friends(although i was hesitating alot back then..) and met them at Eunos MRT station at 7. As she was wearing a white sweater but was planning&lt;/span&gt; to go to a wedding in a dress, she let me keep her warm sweater.. Man,it smells &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;just like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;her.. hahahakz. Hey, isnt dat wads Love is? Even her things are a reminder of her to you. I was practically wearing my gerlfriend.. wakaka.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So having sent her to the bus stp to meet her father, i went on my&lt;/span&gt; own way to meet my friends at Eunos MRT station. On the way to the 1st(and last house), one of my guy friends asked me what i was doing &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;my gf b4 i met them. So i told them the invigorating experience i had earlier on. They were shocked, cause how i explain to them was like a remarkable 1st kiss. And yes, it was. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;em&gt;ctuall&lt;/em&gt;y after &lt;strong&gt;dat i dunno how to put it in words, so now i think id better go off to bed and give it a rest now. Ok, people,&lt;/strong&gt; im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; not sure what to update anymore. So if&lt;/span&gt; deres anithing, just leave a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;comment at my frenster or tag me kaez? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;aite, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is The Man&lt;/span&gt;, OFF!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-7507014946562982492?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/7507014946562982492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=7507014946562982492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/7507014946562982492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/7507014946562982492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/10/noting-much-jus-drop-entry-about-how.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-4718815567809443714</id><published>2007-10-27T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:02:21.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L.O.V.E.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wassup y'aLL!! sO ive been out the day b4 toDay, and I was soooo in LOVE.. hehekz. And even my friends was saying i was groping too much with her. hahahahkz.. Heeeee, its just dat it feels so good to finally getting to meet her and all, talk to her and joke around with her, its nice to have someone who wouldnt want to let go of you even just for a minute lesser. She was like so mature, so outgoing, so kind &amp;amp; so.. different.. in a sense.. She DEFINITELY not like my previous gerlfriend, whom now like the type of people she hates before.. Talk about peer pressure, LOL! But my gerlfriend here,(NOT TELLING HER NAME)shes so unique in a way dat some talks or concept to her are just plain crazy, shes not those Madonna type, who would put layers &amp;amp; layers of make-up just to make dem so AWFLLY pretty for her boyfriend. And dats wat attracted me to her so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes were like what I imagined, so round and clear. So cheeky yet so beautiful when gaze upon at. Her lips were delicious.. Man.. dont get me wrong ppl! I think her Lipgloss is getting to me! LOL. She told me I got Flirtatious eyes.. I have no idea what dat means.. I mean not that i dont understand what the word Flirtatious means, its the whole idea abt my eyes being Flirtatious is what i dont get. Really? Is my eyes Flirtatious? For you to know &amp;amp; for me to find out, I guess, hahakz. I told her she was incredibly cute, her speech and her voice is so full of emotions when she began. I dont know if what you're thinking is what Im thinking as well. but I think Im deeply in love with her.. Truely, and she even told me that our relationship might be her 1st TRUE Love,. WOW, that sounds deep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I nearly kissed her ytd, but I didnt. i jus kissed her cheeks; I was NERVOUS! (and its my 1st time, yeah..) I got the feeling she was expecting one, because she kept looking at me like a lost, cute baby and her lips &amp;amp; face was so close to mine, i DID intend to do it, but my GOOD side gets the best of me, and hence, we ended up just sleeping in the bus togeder all the way to Bedok, ate at MCdonalds and waited with her for her bus. Man, when the bus arrived we jus gave a kiss on each others cheeks. DAMN!! Lost my only chance! Cuz u noe why? We were in a public area, and i dun wanna be so P.D.A in public with my gerlfriend.. No way, NEVER will. Public Exhibition isnt just my style..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Im not gonna tell you peeps how or what happened after dat, but what i can tell is dat its good to experince new things&lt;strong&gt;(CLEAN EXPERIENCE).&lt;/strong&gt; So people, Im off now, if i dont SMS her back this instance, im gonna lose my mind!! kk, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NITEZ!&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/5584195272074519192-4718815567809443714?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/4718815567809443714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=4718815567809443714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/4718815567809443714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/4718815567809443714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/10/wassup-yall-so-ive-been-out-day-b4.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-2655725277578915072</id><published>2007-10-25T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T11:19:36.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomoro is friday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was fasting again, and my personal life is like under maintenance, my life is like at the bringe of falling into the bowels of HELL. hmm.. no matter, i can turn the tide around, the wind will come to blow my way sooner or later. Since i am not anymore available to mingle around with people dat much nowadays, because, of school.. And family crisis keeps piling up near my doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And TODAY! Ladies &amp;amp; Gentleman! i have made a Cube out of wires and iron lead! "Artistic!" one might say, but its not about art, its my course module practical work! Yahoo! i made a Cuuube... Steady la IS!! power!!.. Back before I reached home, i overslept in the bus and got down like 5 bus stops away from my neighbourhood.. Hahakz, dat is the result of excess work and so-called the TOP GUN in class.. WAKAKAKAAKA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRain DAMAGE!! aite2, When u guys grow up later, u noe wad i meant by being the TOP GUN. lols. kk, im off to play battleon now..PeaCe! No wAr! makE LurVe... LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-2655725277578915072?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/2655725277578915072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=2655725277578915072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/2655725277578915072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/2655725277578915072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-was-fasting-again-and-my-personal.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-7918926222396489842</id><published>2007-10-23T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T15:24:14.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was fasting... bahkz.. no mood to joke wif my Ozs.. they were like dragging crap along..i felt like i was an outcast n my lungs got constricted by some wind pressure technique. But i had fun on S&amp;amp;W. Played Badminton &amp;amp; Baskteball as well. Think that might be the reason I was kinda drop dead tired.. *HU HU HU HU HU*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when out to eat under some block near our school. On the way, Khai wss kinda blabbering nonsense abt me, like im stupid NOT to understand who the hell he was refering to.. He thinks that i dunno what he meant by 3 at one go. ****.. hey, u got aproblem with my personal life, talk to me face to face man. Dont you be saying stuff as IF i KNOW. Pissses me off when people tried to relate to me when dunno what the **** thay are talking about. Haiz, then another PHENOMENON happened, while I was on the way up with ALL my classmates to our CCD class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an old HAG!! she wouldnt let us in the class jusT because we were not in uniform and we were not following her RULES &amp;amp; REGULATIONS!! DAMN her! i was so pissed off, i walked off, as well with most of my frens who was not wearing any uniform at dat time. WHAt a B****!! Its not our uniform who wants to learn, its US!!dont u GUYS agrEE??  Why do they let this kind of teacher teach us BRILLIANT minds?? why on earth does such a teacher EXIST in the 1st place?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So plan to go off home straight away since i was fasting, met Sanjuu in 72. So we talked about PSPs and Liverpool. Haahaa.. He was wooing this gerl i Introed to him. She was playing hard to get. LOL. So he planned to come to my house and download games into his PSP, and transfered NARUTO to mine! Whoa, im like overjoyed cuz i was trying to find the game after 4 months, and finally i GOT IT!! wOO hOO!! yay yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk, gtg now. off to sleep.. *yawn*.. peacE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-7918926222396489842?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/7918926222396489842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=7918926222396489842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/7918926222396489842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/7918926222396489842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-was-fasting.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-5962712632961788101</id><published>2007-10-19T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T07:52:09.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday.. went to Cik Aida's hse( &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im refering to my Boss's friend ahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) and my gawd, her house is nice &amp;amp; homecoming. Live in a two storey house at Lor Ah Soo, which is favourably near to my house actually. Lives with her daughter &amp;amp; husband. Man.. the view at her balcony is just spectacular! And she got a cat too!! Persian cat! So fluffy &amp;amp; smokey. Got to know its name was BoyBoy. hahhakz, Silly name for a cat! And whatsmore, its a Persian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at school when i came late for class(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;which was suppose to start at 9 and i ended up coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1hr 15 mins later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)due to a person's lack of responsibilty, i was lectured by this old teacher.. omg, she nag &amp;amp; nag like sum vending machine.. im jus like " ok...ok...ok...ok..ok.." Seriously, she thinks i would really just stand there and listen to her "punctuality talks" for 15 mins when my friends were already undergoing some circuit designs work. Jeez!! That is why i hate old teachers! Just because they are old and we have to respect them , doesnt mean that I have to listen to their nagging 24-7.. My grandma is enough, and I dun need another old push over lady to straighten me up. hahkz.. like i care.. Even my Grandma dont nag at me on our 1st meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats even worse, before she set us "FREE" to go for our lunch, I was simply "nominated" to sweep the floor &amp;amp; wipe the board.. Sheesh! Talk about embarassment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I was in a trance.. I dont really know what I what, and my friends are giving me image that they cant get along.. Why do you people always keep those unhappy thoughts about a person?? isnt it better to just &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOVE ALONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?? And i cant understand the fact that u once love  that person and trying to forget about it, and ended up not trying to be nice to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a little advice: No matter what the situation is, DONT ever show OUT your problems to your friends. And NEVER, show those sulky face, and give a smile to your friends when they ask what the matter is and simply just say " Oh, nothing! I was just thinking about what i want to wear after i swim at the lake near my house". Make up something funny or interesting to divert their attention away from your little thoughts of weakness. I cant really say if your friend will choose to believe or just play along so as to feel comfortable with the situation.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE... smile people. Its a sign of positivity! LAUGH! SMILE! I should make a campaign on Smiling Rights, HAAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk, got to hit back off for a while. im really not in the mood! cuz u noe y? i didnt get to see my baby for awhile now.. BOOOOOOORINGGGG!!!! is aka aLex, OuT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-5962712632961788101?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/5962712632961788101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=5962712632961788101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/5962712632961788101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/5962712632961788101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/10/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-8870949891797029042</id><published>2007-10-17T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T02:23:04.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today sux.. didnt get to talk to huNNie.. canT sms her anymoRe.. must waiT til 25 OCT... SchooL has started and our class got a new module called CCD. WTH.. and my free time dat usually takes place on Tues &amp;amp; Thurs.. BUM-MER!! hate new time tables when they dun gimme days off! sux man.. i mean, wads the use of getting EXEMPTED when you cant get a day or  two off?? gawd.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today  got more hAnG ba0s! another 30 buckS just liKe dat! lols. man.. now im wishing everydaY is HARI RAYA! heehkz.. All day long, i was eating,drinking, eating &amp;amp; drinking.. funny thing happened too. My pants was nearly torn around the area around my ASS . wahahahakz.. kk, gtg to sleepy-weepy now.. *YAWN* tomoro hope a better day den today, but tomorow starts early! but ends around noon.. pity my APA fwenz.. lolss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;p.s. miss eu hunnie, hope we can meet soon!!&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/5584195272074519192-8870949891797029042?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/8870949891797029042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=8870949891797029042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/8870949891797029042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/8870949891797029042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-sux.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-3601463148851892494</id><published>2007-10-11T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:45:34.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hey hey u u, i wanna be ur BOYFRIEND! lols. funny funny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today took a short lurvy-dovey walk with someboodyy..&lt;br /&gt;Well, she said she a lil nervous. lol. im more nervous! u ask me to meet eu while eu were wif ur frens. hahakz, not dat i mind, though, as long as i can go n haf sum alone time wif her. wah, her frens are a lil crazie, i guess. i mean, i noe im crazie, but trust me when i sae dey are.&lt;br /&gt;so young but a havoc, lol. Den i saed to her, "&lt;em&gt;Can i ACCIDENTALLY TOUCH YOU&lt;/em&gt;??". wahahahahakz. Send her home around 4 and tried to talk her into going out with me after Hari Raya. Lols. hope she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;+++5 HOURS before dat+++&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 11 to find i gt nearly 11 messages! omg omg omg. she must be a lil angry ya? lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;+++2 hours after reaching home&lt;/em&gt;+++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now helping me mum making kuih2 for raye.. stupid lazy SISTER!! isnt making all these a women's job?? Y must I, a GUY do all these gerly2 things? aiya, help la. so now making chocolate spongecake.. WOW, if i can say, its not bad, considering its the 1st time Im doing it aLL by myself. LOL.. And later make more cornflakes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still thinking wad to buy for somebodies Bdae present, wat shud i buy for her? tell me plz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aite, going to break ma fast, bye2. And &lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA&lt;/strong&gt;!! aNd besT wishes to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;iDa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HidaYah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;gaRda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Zai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RafiE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;KhAi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;RuZI&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A'aN&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FaiZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; teT. lols. cant saE aLL their names though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-3601463148851892494?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/3601463148851892494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=3601463148851892494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/3601463148851892494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/3601463148851892494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-hey-u-u-i-wanna-be-ur-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-5974836795074240179</id><published>2007-10-10T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:30:07.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neW luRvE?? reaLLy?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/Rwx6T4uD8UI/AAAAAAAAADA/5q5nINB8G_E/s1600-h/whitey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119601358475096386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/Rwx6T4uD8UI/AAAAAAAAADA/5q5nINB8G_E/s320/whitey.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow wow wow.. can eu believe it? u cant, can eu? lols. shaLL i tell?&lt;br /&gt;One WORD: Attached&lt;br /&gt;Can u guess? lols. not teLLing eu the name!&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHA&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/5584195272074519192-5974836795074240179?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/5974836795074240179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=5974836795074240179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/5974836795074240179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/5974836795074240179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow-wow-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/Rwx6T4uD8UI/AAAAAAAAADA/5q5nINB8G_E/s72-c/whitey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-1043688752256330379</id><published>2007-10-07T07:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T14:23:47.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fleeting moments of a past love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and the Ice cream job'/><title type='text'>Job Hunt, secured. A sudden fright.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday was HOT!! And i mean Literally! hahakz. The weather was HOT! I was HOT!! kwang3.. hahakz.. joking, joking..  Lately, I was searching for a job. And fotunately, found one at Novena. Well, not found actually, introduced, more like. Ok, I admit.. Im just no good at finding jobs! Its dat a crime? Aniewaes, went to check it out at United Square's Swensens cuz a certain someone that i knew from school gave a shoutout that her boss wants to hire some mercenaries. No la! Not mercenaries, but part timers. LOL.So yesterday evening went up to meet Sahida a.k.a. Aida/Arab St GerL(hahahaha) &amp;amp; Zaidi a.k.a Zai to go find a job and again, go geylang. Dat Sahida ah..1st sae she wants to quit her job, den got hold back from her boss.. aiya. Make up ur mind la Arab gerl, or u still planning to download nes Arab songs? WAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So heres how the story goes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Planning to meet them at Novena at 1.30 p.m. but they change time, again, to 3 pm. Zai said he gone things to attend to. (lols,dats just so like him) Since I woke up late also, i think dats a great way to reason with them as to why if I &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; be late. Left my house around 2.30 pm, so i might know who will be late. &lt;em&gt;Hehehee.. Im E-V-I-LLLLL.. I was wondering wat dey will be wearing.. cuz we are on a job hunt mahkz.. so have to look presentable, u see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Den got to know that Aida is on the EWL from Jurong East to Outram Park. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Eh meet me at Outram Park ah. I from my work place de..weeee"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her usual ending phrase. Lol. So I reached at Outram Park at 3.15 pm sharp( cuz she said she still on the way, and plus I met my friend otw to Hougang Interchange, long time no meet2!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So from the NEL go towards the EWL and waited for her for another 15-20 mins. Den dis malay gerl in a tudung was standing rite beside me. Aiya.. she was quite pretty la, but i couldnt really see her face cuz she was wearing those big type of glasses. Oh ya, Retro glasses, dats wad its called.. HmHmHmHm... Ok ok, im not trying to pick up gerls or anything, just saying wad i experience. *lalalalalala...*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After 25 mins later, Aida smsed and said to board the train dat was coming. She was wearing all black. Aiyo. EMO... hahahkz.. So i asked her,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hoi, we are going to Novena rite? Why go by EWL?" I asked her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Aiya. drop at Raffles and we change to the red line la. We take our time. Dat Zaidi will be late", she said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I predicted this might happen, cuz he was nowhere in sight in the train. So i rolled my eyes, and told her "Probably he will come in 2 hours time,hahakz". And i was RIGHT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We wanted good seats to go to Novena, so we take from Marina Bay. Quite a journey, we talk about our personal life, how things were happening so fast this year. So serious, but I broke the icebeg, of course! We ended up laughing all the way to Novena. Den Aida was talking about how tattooed guys disgust her, and i agree. I mean, not as in a gerl la, a guys point of view. Aint it stupid? U tattoed urself with all those hideous markings and they cant get off dat easily too. Plus, its not cheap! It was kinda nice talking to her, cuz back at school when i only got to know her, we didnt open up to talk as we did now. All i do back at school was made fun of her. Hey, Im not getting cosy to her ok? get dat straight ppl!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We reach Novena MRT station around 3.45pm.. i think.. 1st we didnt know where United Square was, and 2nd we didnt know we were in the Velocity shopping mall. So we wasted our time walking up and down the mall, searching for the bloody Swensens. Being me, I didnt have the balls to ask people where Swensens was. hahahaha.. Its true! im like dat. Aida said she wanted to buy a camera, since she like taking picture of herself so much. "Yak dush..." so we went on to find a cheap shop selling mp3s and cameras, and their 3.0 megapixel cameras was on sale at $79.90. I say its quite cheap, but on 2nd thought, 3.0 megapix is just too lousy for me. She asked me for opinion, and i said, its ur money, i wont stop you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Alah, aku blom kluarkan duit ler.. hwahahaha" she said. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alermak.. wat the hell? U go shopping widout drawing out money? haiz.. gerls nowadaes.. hahhah.. And Zai still aint replying me yet. Already near 4.30pm, and i cant even spot his string of hair anywhere. Dat guy might be up to somtething... And! With my ninja eyes!(HAHAHA) i spotted United Square from the 2nd level of Velocity! hahakz, damn Square, trying to hide from my Super Vision.. hekhekhekz.. And we argued all the way to United Square, blaming each others as to why we didnt just ask passer-bys where it was located. But credit to me, I spotted it. But it still doesnt change the fact if I know where Swensens is. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So we cross the street, and it was HOT! HOT i say! Well, probably its because im wearing two layered of shirt, two layered of pa- hey, i cant tell you how many layers im wearing! Jeez.. Nearly gave away my colour too.. (Paiseh) And wow, what a view.. United Square is not as shabby as I think it was. There's a  fountain, and a Pizza Hut located near to it. If only Im not as shy as my friends, I would gladly take pictures with dem by the fountain. sheesh. But United Square is mostly on children's and toddlers stuffs. Whereas Velocity is FASHION FREAK MALL to me. hahahakz. Its all about fashions &amp;amp; perfumes, all those gerly stuffs.. I dunno why the hell Im in sort of place in the 1st place! wakau!! Den we bumped into Aida's cousin's husband. Dat dude misunderstood me &amp;amp; her, claiming I was her boyfriend!! Jeez! Wassup widdat?? Den Aida said,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Eh, since Zaidi come late right, later we go geylang, ask him to treat us DengDeng!". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah! Deng2, here I come! And check my handphone clock to see dat it was already 5.20 pm! History is repeating itself, just like last Saturday,when i waited for them for 2 hours straight. We couldnt find the the shop from up to bottom.. Bummer... Finally! And I think it was a miracle that Aida's hp rang, Zai replied and said he just reached Novena. So we went all the way back to the MRT station to pick dat bugger up. Haiyo, hes hair is like a lion's mane!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! So bushyy...  So dats when we go around again to the camera shop, finally realising its just too much of a bother, we made our way to the MRT station to go geylang. I was about to give up the Swensens hunt when I spotted my cousin walking by. Hahaha, acted as though we dunno each other. We love to do dat. So then my brilliant brain began to function! I ask her of she knows where Swensens is at United Square.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Its on the basement level,".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; BINGO! Found dat stupid shop! but den we went there to find it was the same as before. So, I decided that we drop the hunt and just make our way to geylang. Skali! Then! Aida came out from one of the shoe shops and said she knows where Swensen is. And we found it. Located on the 1st level, at the corner of the mall, near to Cold Storage. Took us like 10 mins later before we go for the "Walk-in Interview" HAHAHAHAAHA!! Get it? Walk-in Interview? Dats wad Zai said when I ask him. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Its nothing la. I jus &lt;em&gt;'walk in'&lt;/em&gt; for the interview!"..... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We laugh like hyenas man! Ya, i guess dat make sense, a walk-in interview... So we got to go for the interview on Monday next week cuz the interview usually take place from 2.3 to 4 pm. Since its already 5.15(because of a certain latecomer.. Grrr...) and all dat is settled, soon after Aida reappeared from behind us and said its time to go to Geylang! Made our way to the MRT station, and change at City Hall to go to Paya Lebar. Reach Paya Lebar around 6.10pm, another 45 mins to break our fast. Just eat at Mcdonalds, and man, its crowded. Luckily there were seats for us VIPs. hahahahkz. Yum yum and we called Khai, see if he wanted to meet us at Geylang Bazaar if he is free. Yessa, he said he'd come. Aida's younger sister will come too. So while waiting for him and Aida's sis, we went around the Bazaar to look for something interesting. Well, met two of my classmates from Tamp Ite, Hafiz &amp;amp; Hasyimah. Jeez, they were buying alot of stuff! Hafiz was with his group of biker friends, i think. And Syimah was with her bf, i believe.. Hmm.. I duno lah. Im not a stalker lor.. We may be classmates, but I prefer to hang around with all of them, but knowing all of them is really troublesome. It is really. Many familiar faces i met at geylang. Well, it is after all, the month of Ramadhan rite? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went back to Paya Lebar MRT station to pick up Aida's lil sister. Wow, they are so much different from each other, considering they are siblings. Their looks and also their character. But they share a common habit, and dat is TALKATIVE. hahaha. And also both have a strong sense of shopping spree! Man, they really like to drag us around..Zai &amp;amp; Me was so surprised we laid back a little to observe from a distance. We walked for a bit and Khai finally reached Geylang. Though its only 8.30pm, i feel tired and thoroughly irritated with something I dont know how to explain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Met up with Khai &amp;amp; we made our way to Tanjong Katong Complex. And who do you think I bumped into? None other than my ex &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Hmm.. And i believe she was with a guy.. Dunno if it is her big brother or some guys.. Well, I didnt see her 1st but she saw me, and I look at her, and I was sure it was her, cuz she saw me, and was a lil bit stunned, all her movements stopped. Hmm.. I wonder why.. But I looked away as quickly as my eyes met hers. Still thinking until now if it was her I met yesterday..Odd, of all places, Geylang is the last place I ever wanted to bump into her.. Hahkz. all dat is over now. I think i need a hug..lollies! Finally bought the Dengdeng but it tasted a lil different from the same stall we bought last week. Not as juicy as it was b4.. BUMMER... Around 9, Khai said he wanted to go to CP. We asked him whats the matter and he said,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nature calls,". I for one, definitely understand what he meant by that. hahahkz.. Already near to 9.30 and the gerls still shopping la! 'SHOP TIL YOU DROP!' Zai was talking about me &amp;amp; Zakiah.. HAHAHkz, dat basket of a guy, saying he would make a much better boyfriend for Zakiah than me. I find it funny though, most people would fling, but I know I cant catch up with her anymore. hahkz.. Exactly at 10, the gerls finally stopped, and my legs were wobbly.. Den we saw Imran Ajmain. HAHAHAHAkz, Aida blushed, I know she did. Kwang3. Den Khai &amp;amp; Zai made a remix of his song. I couldnt take it I nearly farted!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even in the MRT, we all create havoc. Here I was sitting in the middle of 2 cabins with Khai and there was Zai with his handphone, recording every single stuff we were doing. Even in the MRT they wanted to take pictures. Gawd, they are so funny. Aida and her sister was posing, taking pictures, Zai was the cameraman. Me &amp;amp; Khai was talking about why he was not online for the whole week. Hahakz.. Excuses! Bloody hell! LOL.. Dats wad i always said to him if he gave me some unlogical excuses. Got out at Outram Park to go to Hougang. Said my byes2 to my peeps and off i go to sleep, in the MRT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ya, dats wad happen yesterday lor... Ok my hands are numb from typing since noon. So i think this is the best I can present to you guys ya. Il write more on Tuesday, after which, a certain someone's birthday party is at hand! HaHaHa! We gonna have some fun! Aite, &lt;em&gt;Is&lt;/em&gt; out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*hey guys, u noe aniwhere i can buy some nice black shirts? I dun mind if its plain, but i do MIND if the texture of the cloth will catch dust or fur. So if u guys noe any shops dat does sells those kinda shirts, cool looking and clean, please to tell yeah?* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*And where is dat pic we took ytd? someone send it to me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-1043688752256330379?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/1043688752256330379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=1043688752256330379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/1043688752256330379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/1043688752256330379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/10/job-hunt-secured-sudden-fright.html' title='Job Hunt, secured. A sudden fright.'/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-66788477839545660</id><published>2007-10-03T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T17:35:21.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Guardian Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like this song very much. It does have meanings related to me. Meanings that will lift my hopes up and for a desire one might think can never hope in achieving. *chuckle* i think u guys would definitely know of this song, yes? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;Tears run down my face I can't replace&lt;br /&gt;And now that I'm stronger I've figured out&lt;br /&gt;How this world turns cold and breaks through my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll find deep inside me&lt;br /&gt;I can be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's ok. It's ok. It's ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasons are changing&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;waves&lt;/span&gt; are crashing&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;stars&lt;/span&gt; are falling all for us&lt;br /&gt;Days grow longer and nights grow shorter&lt;br /&gt;I can show you I'll be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're my, you're my,&lt;br /&gt;my true love, my whole heart&lt;br /&gt;Please don't throw that away&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm here for you&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away,&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me you'll stay, stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use me as you will&lt;br /&gt;Pull my strings just for a thrill&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;Though my skies are turning &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Guardian Angel lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-66788477839545660?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/66788477839545660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=66788477839545660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/66788477839545660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/66788477839545660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/10/your-guardian-angel.html' title='Your Guardian Angel'/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-2202325354859632684</id><published>2007-10-02T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T12:38:28.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Get to know yourself better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your view on yourself&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;Your views on educationYou may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the test. Its plausible that its reliable facts. 80% of what is written here DOES reflect very much on me. And special thanks to Hidayah a.k.a. Minimie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-2202325354859632684?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/2202325354859632684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=2202325354859632684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/2202325354859632684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/2202325354859632684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/10/get-to-know-yourself-better-your-view.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-8307376161630114222</id><published>2007-09-29T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:30:08.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pissed off by close people'/><title type='text'>Again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/Rv6fJouD8HI/AAAAAAAAABk/1uFlAintNqQ/s1600-h/OZ,+Yo!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115701214637715570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/Rv6fJouD8HI/AAAAAAAAABk/1uFlAintNqQ/s320/OZ,+Yo!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/Rv51DIuD8GI/AAAAAAAAABc/Rol88Ii2YEg/s1600-h/My++Pic(111).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115654923480199266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/Rv51DIuD8GI/AAAAAAAAABc/Rol88Ii2YEg/s320/My++Pic(111).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who the hell is this cool guy?? Oh! Its me.. ROTFL!! (Zai! u suck at taking photo!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taking my pic when my eyes are closed.. u Bodoh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today my NS friend, along with Kalkhai, Ina, Og, A'an, Zack &amp;amp; lastly myself, IS THE MAN, met up with us and went on to break our fast at Geylang(didnt see eu dere GardA!!).&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;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Er-hem, before telling my wonderous tale, i got to break a most devastating news to you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The gerl I used to like, whom you all know now to go by the name of Zakiah, already had a Boyfriend.. Yup.. My heart broke.. yet again.. haiz.. I've seen this coming.. but still believed dat i can get her no matterwhat.. Well, i believe daT dream will have to wait.. no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I think the word MOVING ON finally got into my thick skull. You think i should be sad? Hell, im sad alrite.. reeli, utterly.. i suddenly felt disoriented.. But you see, dere are other people who cared for me as much as i for them. So i think its best not to pull those precious people down with me when they look up to me as someone who can make them laugh &amp;amp; smile &amp;amp; being as positive as possible so they can change for the better. I believe in these phrase in which i made up myself: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" Make someone laugh forever, but make someone sad for a second. Never reveal the saddening side about you but reveal the joyous side of you instead".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Does it make any sense?&lt;/span&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;Back to the Geylang incident, we were supposed to meet at 4. Well, i went out of the house at 3.45, i TOLd them im gonna be late(i expected them to already be there) n rushed out and got to Hougang Central, change to NEL to get to Outram park, den change to EWL to get to Paya Lebar. The problem is, when i got there at 4.30 PM, nobody is dere. Well, im sure they are soon on their way to reaching Paya Lebar. So, feeling restless, i took out my handphone to view Zakiah's picture. And then the idea pop up into my head again, il ask her out! so sms her, and she said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Let this be a double date!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ok, so who else you want to bring along?" i asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My boyfren of course! hehe!" she replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the next thing i knew was that i asked her if i knew her boyfriend, and she said no. And i still have to ask her dad for permission to ask her out. And so i repiled her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"well, very sorie. Suddenly i just dont feel like going. Its ok den. N congrats in yet getting a NEW one. Bye2". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i hope i never will want to reply her, cuz u noe why? i know she wont reply me back. Its like &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt;. Real &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;FUCKED UP&lt;/span&gt;. More importantly, all i want is for her to be happy. Probably dat F&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ucker&lt;/span&gt; of a new boyfriend can do a better job in making her happy. Cuz i cant rite? I cant. Dats an imminent solution as to WHY i couldnt be her boyfriend in the 1st place, and YES, i was a coward. Would any gerl wants a guy whos a coward to be their boyfriend? i think not. jus cuz i didnt confess! Yeah2, wadever wif her now, i guess.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;, getting back to the story about my OLd FRiends.. lol. Now dat my heart just broke into 2, they make this attitude of being late.. KalKhai came around 5.25 PM. Considering me late, hes way late. Den the whole gang came, dilly-dallying at around 6.13PM. Sure, Raf told me to come at 4.00PM, or earlier.. And then he himself came in at 6PM, in which he was suppose to come 2 hours earlier den me!! gawd, i hate dis sense of waiting.. Im fasting man, and i got to suck up all dis crap and wait for people. Haf i done anything wrong lately? Is dat why im being like this? Is that why i was put to the test in which i have never registered for? Wth guys? u said 4 and u came at 6? This isnt the 1st time u know? and here i thought id might be a great reunion. I guessed wrong, yet again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So trying to hide the fact that i was reeli pissed off by their late arrival, i reverted it by telling dem dey owe me dinner. Simple as that, cuz i dun wanna give dem a bad 1st impression. so we head to find the "PERFECT SPOT" to break our fast and hey! we ended up breaking our fast at a bus-stop. Stupid rite? if dey were to cum 2 hours earlier, i dun think we wud be eating at a bus stop. Well, as i say, as long as they all are smiling and laughing, i dun see any reason i should tell them off. So we had a great laughs, walking around the Bazaar and eating stuffs on the way to Joo Chiat Complex. And then we end up walking back to the Bazaar again and up to Tanjong Katong Complex. Thats where i nearly wanna go berserk on Raf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There i was walking slightly close to an old woman, and Raf playfully pushed me again &amp;amp; again and;if i were to loose my footing that time i will definitely knock into the old lady. And at that time a bigger looking guy(probably the old ladie's son or something) came up to me and said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Whats up bro? Trying to be funny, are we?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was shocked to be blamed on, and foolishly, i pointed my finger to Raf, who was the stupid culprit. Again, i was humiliated, again, by Raf. Man, sometimes, i wanna punch him so dat he may never dare touch me again. But why should I? Im not those guys who resort to violence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked off from dat place and still dat guy kept glancing back at me. MAN! i hate to tell u guys this, but i do NOT like being accused for something i did NOT DO!! And my rage just keeps getting higher. In the end, i kept quiet. And finally, seeing him in such a dire situation, i joked back with him again. I just think i will not hold grudge on for too long..Unless u wanna be like JUoN! hahkz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we took pictures near the MRT station. Man, dey dunno style.. I think, all in all, i enjoyed the gathering. I just hope these latecoming habits would not happen again.. Haiz.. Well, Il be looking to next week! Cuz Holy Man &amp;amp; Static Boy will spice up the nighT! "Better be Postive then Petrified" i always say. il update it more. cuz im running out of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kk, Im SIGHing off now. lol. I wun update til next wk cuz i tink dis is the LONGEST entry since i dunno wen! i tink i need some reeli fresh air to soothen my dissapointments. kk, Chao!!&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5584195272074519192-8307376161630114222?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/8307376161630114222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=8307376161630114222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/8307376161630114222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/8307376161630114222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/09/again.html' title='Again....'/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/Rv6fJouD8HI/AAAAAAAAABk/1uFlAintNqQ/s72-c/OZ,+Yo!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-3657884295909343662</id><published>2007-09-28T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T02:58:05.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i wanna ask something.. Is it just me or it just feels that that im one of the few GUYS who had a blog? I mean, i ask most of my guy dudes, and no, dey dun haf one. As u can see, nearly all my linkies are gerls.. Jeez, makes me sound as though im sum kinda playboy or sumthing man.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ok, so today(27sept)was not that boring all along. but i was rather uncomfortable with myself todae.. dat is yesterdae evening.. dat is on the 27 sept.. lol. erh-hem! as i was saying, i was not feeling comfortable.. fidgeting &amp;amp; squirming.. i haf no clue why, my msn buddies asked, and dey told me it is probably the weather, or ur just plain moron. No, they didnt say the 2nd phrase, i just made it up! wakaka. I lay on my bed for like half an hour, and my breathing started to get heavy, my mind was rushing with lightning speed images, my hands was trembling, my heart is pumping like crazy! i duno y suddenly I haf dis attack..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Purple Diamond&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was talking to me through MSN, and she said she look fat, cuz she was compared by a shorty in class. Nw she ask me if she is.. &lt;em&gt;"I Never Met You Before!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How the HELL am i suppose to know if u are?"&lt;/em&gt; Seeing dat may never happen, she just ask me to judge by looking at her display pic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So i told her frankly, &lt;em&gt;"No, ur not fat, ur looks are ok in every angle i look at".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And she said&lt;em&gt;"No, i think im fat".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay.. if you say so.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Another question..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; why do gerls need to ask if dey are fat when we already say they are not? Man, i know ppl need reassurance, but i didnt think gerls was as this vain on how they think of their figures!! I mean, its a healthy lifestyle to take care of ur figure(and i like it lol) but dun go to the extreme like asking a guy on how they look like when we oreadi give u our opinion! Its even worse when u ask if ur in a relationship wif a guy. I get dat alot from my EX. hahakz, funny gerl, she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, enough of dis typical nonsense. Lately i didnt haf the mood to do anything.. And lately I started to hate myself.. But let me make one thing clear, b4 u guys think blaming myself means to blame GOD. Well, no. im not blaming anyone for anything. Im jus so tempted to do everything in one go, dat i lost sight of my true GOAL. which is to be a successful animator. And oso to own a Gallardo. lol. Well, i dun plan to stay in Spore anyways.. Cuz Spore sux! I dun get anythinf dat i want here! No gud frens, n i mean frens dat knows me for wo i am. N still waiting for that special someone to REALISE my intentions towards her. Should i put it coldly? Like as though she is SUPER DENSE? i duno, im loving her, but it seems im loving someone who doesnt even realised she is being loved. And dat, Ladies &amp;amp; Gentlemen, is one of the reasons im constipated.. confused.. Sometimes i think dat im some stuff dat someone use and been obsoleted.. Haiz..&lt;/span&gt; A pile of rubbish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kk, guyz, im still in a deranged mode, so im writing til here only,. sorry for the boring episode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Il try to write something nice and preachy next time i get a chance aite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. GErls, dun hate me for wat i said abt the reassurance thingy!! so sorrie!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-3657884295909343662?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/3657884295909343662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=3657884295909343662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/3657884295909343662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/3657884295909343662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wanna-ask-something.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-4580015655504477540</id><published>2007-09-26T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T01:42:50.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='His situation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='his infactuation.. wanting her..'/><title type='text'>How Do I tell her dad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Where can I start? I dunno how to start.. Well, today went out with my sis to make her new credit card. I swear I was jealous.. Black &amp;amp; sleek.. She keeps flashing it around like its some ancient artifact that she dugged from the earth. Top up my card(finally!) and sms Zakiah straight away..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I sms my peeps, telling dem abt the event i put up for us on the 8th. Yeah, we gonna have sum fun ... haiz.. sum fun huh? Here im kinda down becuz i didnt take the chance when it was given to me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell you what happen..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At around 6.15pm,25/10/2007 , i sms her (at the same time, my bro Zai sms me and reported dat he saw her at Arab street) asking hw she is. She never replied me back so i ask kinda jump the question of asking if she is in Arab street with her family except for her big sis, which caught her attention, duh.. She said it was all so freaky for me to noe who she was with. Well, my bro told me, so i told her dat he saw her with her family members. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then it hit me, 'Why dont i ask her out on the last week of puasa to break our fast together?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i sms her. And what do you think she said? OK! And then the condition i dreaded to hear came..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"On one condition. You have to ask my dad," she said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;Me"....."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Break from blank-o situation)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What?! tell ur dad? does ur dad even know me? what will he think of me if i were to told him i would like to go out with eu to break our fast? And OMG, the next thing was like UNBELIEVABLE for me.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zakiah said" Well, why dun u tell my dad we will go to terawih after we buke?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, i like to tell ur dad dat, man, i reeli do, but its just dat, lying to him makes me feel so guilty( and i do tink of going to terawih after i send her home). Well, i got the urge to call her and talk to her dad soon, but really, im afraid.. im afraid of so many things..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things that a 19 year old boy like me cant comprehend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;should i tell her? Should i talk to the father? should i lie to her dad jus because i wanna see her so badly? H.E.L.P.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-4580015655504477540?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/4580015655504477540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=4580015655504477540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/4580015655504477540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/4580015655504477540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-do-i-tell-her-dad.html' title='How Do I tell her dad?'/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-7313253154256899504</id><published>2007-09-24T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T23:10:37.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old reunions'/><title type='text'>Old friends reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Whoa.. today was like a lil crazy! i mean, i noe im crazy and everything, but not like today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My old friend from 4pm came online and we decided to make an outing to go Buka outside on the last week of Puasa. As i might say on that day.."We gonna have some fun!" hahakz.. And thinking of meeting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Holy man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. WHOA!! I think my unholiness is about to crack wide open! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Holy man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is whack, hes a crazy dude with crazy style and hang out with crazy people(which is me), and we WILL create havoc on that day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So now knowing we gonna meet and haf a lil bit of mayhem, i thought of asking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Static Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is doing.. hmm.. well, i dun think dat is a good idea now. hah. i mean i have a good chance to ask ow she is doing but i cant just ask him out of nowhere.. Its gonna be crazy if i do that aniway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And on the 6th of Oct, il be on the hunt for a new job along wif &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aida&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Zack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Gonna be fun too. Hmhmhm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;K, i tink dats about wad i wanna write today. Il write more when i do get caught on some funny situations. Til then, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHAO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-7313253154256899504?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/7313253154256899504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=7313253154256899504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/7313253154256899504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/7313253154256899504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/09/old-friends-reunion.html' title='Old friends reunion'/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-5409440170383697403</id><published>2007-09-23T07:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T11:57:08.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another happening at home; a joke to end with.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;WAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Even &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is&lt;/em&gt; The &lt;em&gt;Man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; can get tired!! Man!! Ytd was a makeover for my room. Painted it, move it, spaced it &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;remodelled it. Hehkz. I can tell you one thing though, its nothing more like the room I have slept &amp;amp; study for the past&lt;/span&gt; 4 years in that room. My pops&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(not khairi ah!)&lt;/span&gt; helped me with the darker colour of the room. Man, the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;big guy sure knows how to paint! hahkz&lt;/span&gt;. Well, sad to say&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I have no&lt;/span&gt; genes of his "I&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;nterior" abilities. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Breathing heavily* Well, since Im still covered with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NIPPON PAINT&lt;/span&gt;, i think today il be dreaming of Samurais &amp;amp; Sumos. *Kwang3* Dunno if i wanna go wakey2 at 5 today. Its past 3 oreadi and Im still writing. No &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;matter. Im kinda enjoying blurp- oops! hahakz, blogging , i mean. kekekeke... Hey! Anybody can recommend me any nes songs&lt;/span&gt;? I mean, I dun listen to radio for awhile now.. So if ur a rabid listener, can you share me some info? I only listen to radio nowadays only at &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7pm &amp;amp; 5.30 am&lt;/span&gt;.. Muslims, u noe wat i mean, rite? hum hum hum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*Sigh* I miss stargazing at Vivo City.. hmm.. When can I go dere again? I mean its fun going with my friends, but now Im feeling em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;o.. eh! no no! not wat i meant! i was implicating dat i wanna be with a special someone, jus taking &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;pleasure in stargazing, looking at each other so deeply.. falling into each others arms... ALRiGHT! B4 my imagination goes astray, i tink il stop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Chapter 4. Ok, now i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;think im blank. Blah Blah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;should be a good way of filling in spaces, but id rather write den let my readers go bonkers! hahahahkz. Well, tomorow i think iL uploAD a new pic, den all u bloggers can rate as u did last time wif dat pic i drew of myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh ya, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;anybody good at drawing? Cuz&lt;/span&gt; i need all the help i can get to get a going with my story.&lt;br /&gt;Il tell u guys next time with the details, cuz i &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;need to upload the character pics &amp;amp; story lines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Til next next time, i tink il leave something behind so all of u can ponder about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"What kind of PILL makes you go to sleep?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hehks. Brainstorm guys. kk, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Is The Man&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;signing out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PeacE! &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/5584195272074519192-5409440170383697403?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/5409440170383697403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=5409440170383697403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/5409440170383697403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/5409440170383697403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/09/wah-even-is-man-can-get-tired-man-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-4010152527487495580</id><published>2007-09-22T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T07:01:19.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressing thoughts on a note basis.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today was alot boring den all the other days dat i haf ever experienced. Nothing to write about except saying thanks to GOD that i am still determined to get what I desire. I know folks, desires are not good to hold on to when you know its impossible to comprehend. But have you ever heard the word STUBBORN? yup, i think i symbolise that particular word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My partner, i mean, my classmate, Sanjeev isnt coming online.. I think he really means it when he said that he isnt coming back to school.. haiz.. Said he's going to NS instead. And still doesnt change the fact that I'm gonna be alone the next term when school reopens! I mean, he and me are like debating partners. Most of my mates in class cant understand a word Im talking about.. But he can. Man, if hes gone to NS, Im gonna be all alone. nobody intel to talk to.. haiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And! My gang still aint calling me.. Must I always be the only one calling you guys? aiyo.. my number isnt dat hard to remember, is it? So it begins again.. Me being lonely again.. Nobody to hang around with anymore.. Even my bro hangs around with his friends on a weekday afternoon nowadays! But me, heh, Im jus slacking at home like some housewife, and im not one! I just wanna find a job.. Make new friends, hang out with ma ppl(not the IMH one arh..) to have some fun, play arcade or just joking around town. But it aint happening man.. So damn bored i wish im amusing myself with monkeys.. playing Find-Me-Fleas. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And no new songs to download.. I think I need that MOTIVATION bar.. lol. wait, dats ENERGY BAR! alamak.. got confused again.. so still no clue as to why im left hanging on my comp when my frens are probably having fun out dere.. And im thinking about her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SuperFyda, SuperSuE, LiloAlkaFF, Aida,Khai &amp;amp; Garda, they all are probably busy with either school or work..hmmm..Fyda sent me an email saying she misses me alot.. Read her blog and mentioned me dere too. Yeah, i miss her too, we didnt talk since dat day when i told her she should not wait for me. And my EX is jus ignoring me nowadays. I mean, arent we frens again? She treats me like sum bozo trying to Whoo her.. Man, im ur EX for goodness sakes! Why u treating me like someone you met at ALAMAK? jeez.. Well, at least at home everything is cool.. I hope SIS buy an air-con for the dining room. That way, it will be MORE KOOLER, for IS THE MAN,dat is!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Im so hyped up sometimes i dun remember where i am.. Is dat bad? WELL! no matter.&lt;br /&gt;Well, gonna go sleep now. Il update my blog soon. Probablt use more colours and piX. Well, nitey nitex! n slamat bersahur ppl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ps: syah2, il draw ur pic as soon as i get my chance on it ok? so sorry! i was busy downloading alot of stuff lately! So no time to draw. Oh and SuperFyda, nice blog song! retro! woo!!&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/5584195272074519192-4010152527487495580?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/4010152527487495580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=4010152527487495580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/4010152527487495580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/4010152527487495580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-was-alot-boring-den-all-other.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-8375051452101994157</id><published>2007-09-21T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T03:34:36.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;0100 hours&lt;/span&gt;, something clear happen between my two friends. They finally realised that they are nuts. hahkz!! well, im thinking of wat to sae.. hmmm..  1stly, i think dat u guys are PSYCHOS! Now battling my friend by REVERSI. I dun understand why im the only one winning this bloody game since the 1st time i played it.. haiz.. reeli boring if ur the one always winning rite? Man,  &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Liyana a.k.a Orange gerl&lt;/span&gt; is really determined to win me in this game. I can just let her win.. but she insisted on me playing rightfully. Wat to do.. And i predict that im gonna win again.. she kept giving me openings.. lol. guess she is improving as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was a lil quiet. Nobody woke me up for afternoon prayers. i woke up nearly at &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3.30pm&lt;/span&gt; when all mi online frens haf all gone to wurk. so now is time check.. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3.30 a.m.&lt;/span&gt; !!!! What?! 3 oreadi?! aiya.. well, nw dat i taught her how to play that game, guess im off to bed y'all.. later afraid dat i cant wake up for sahur!! so guddie nitez! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;soooooo cooooolll... la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i know dis is boring, but just read la! woo hoo!)&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/5584195272074519192-8375051452101994157?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/8375051452101994157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=8375051452101994157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/8375051452101994157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/8375051452101994157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-at-0100-hours-something-clear.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-515077035384271883</id><published>2007-09-19T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T23:08:52.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!! dis one is crack up</title><content type='html'>Finally! E-mailed her! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WOW!&lt;/span&gt; i think i might just win a trophy for writing a composition length love letter.. hahkz&lt;br /&gt;It just came up to my mind while i was playing my online game..&lt;br /&gt;'Why not i email her?' n OH!! the stupidity!! i jus realised emails &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;EXISTED!! OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can one possibly forget about emails? wat a jabroni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching the replays of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liverpool&lt;/span&gt; versus &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FC Porto&lt;/span&gt; from last night. Man, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liverpool &lt;/span&gt;suck! I mean, what happen to all those scoring abilities dey showed on the EPL games? Why arent dey showing it on a Champions League match? Ended as a 1-1 draw for both sides.. Bummer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least it was an entertaining match when i watch &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AC Milan's&lt;/span&gt; match against &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Benfica&lt;/span&gt;. 2-1 at full time with a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Milan&lt;/span&gt; victory!! woo hoo!! And Real Madrid won sum puny club with a 2-1 win at home. They always concede a goal even though they are known as the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;GALACTICOS!!&lt;/span&gt; oooohhh.. scary name... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LOUSYY LA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.. when is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bleach &amp;amp; Naruto&lt;/span&gt; going to show online? super slowww... maaaaannnn... *yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Emails.. I was wondering what i should write to her about.. My friend kept asking me to write &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOUs&lt;/span&gt; like a 1000 times.. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ARE YOU NUTS?!&lt;/span&gt; i said to him. cuz yeah, it is, if ur in my mcdonald size shoe.. lol. size 11-12.. i duno! i noe mi feet is big! well, back to the story of mailing.. after rejecting my friends lousy proposition, I thought i should jus write down how i feel for her for the past few years. considering to the fact that she already &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;KNOWS&lt;/span&gt; that i like her, i think its alil bit more easier to write to her now, rather den last time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i was nearlY, finally done(i can tell u, its about 600-700 words!), a pop up window came into view and jam my hotmail window site!! &lt;a href="mailto:%^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;%$^*&amp;amp;*@#$$#%"&gt;%^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;%$^*&amp;amp;*@#$$#%&lt;/a&gt; computer!! i mean, there i was nearly finishing my composition letter, and this ridiculous thing have to happen!! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OMG! OMG OMG OMG&lt;/span&gt;!! i was lyke so angry, i kick the table(rather hurting the wood, i hurt myself.. stupid right?) and began to take in deep breaths like some pregnant lady about to go on a labour stage..So i calmed down, my toe now blue black, u guys know why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i retype everything back, which took me for another 3 hours(the 1st one took me all morning) and i knew something was not right.. I began to compare mentally the compo of the 1st and 2nd and realised that they were both so different..MAN!! i should have bought dat anti pop up system when i had the chance! But as they say right? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NO USE CRYING OVER SPILT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MILK&lt;/span&gt;. So i just have to start from scratch. SuddenlY! heehkz, (put some suspense in la..)ya, SUDDENLY! i felt so goood.. lol, i haf no idea why, but i feel good after i read through what i wrote. Hmmm.. if this really is a competition, i am sure i can win 1st prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i mailed it to her through the net(duhh).. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;VICTORY!! HA HAAA!!&lt;/span&gt; i felt so happy- and suddenly stoned for a few minutes.. Cuz sumthing funny was showing at my draft box. I opened the box, saw the draft's title and i flipped. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; #$#%%$!!!!! ARRGHHHH!!! i waste 3hours jus writing down a new compo to find my 1st compo was playing hide-and-seek with me and ended up in the Draft Box!! WTH?!! OMG... super stupid!! HAHAHAHAHAHKZ.. n i laughed to myself, thinking i was so worked up for nothing. hehehkz. well, dat was wat happen a few hours ago.. man, im pissed off.. okok peeple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aite!Im heading ouT! but iL be bacK to keeP u laughing! HAHAKZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;p.s. hey aida! dun forget to tell our peeps when the day is ok? il think of sumthing abt the plan.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;signing out! later dudEZ!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-515077035384271883?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/515077035384271883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=515077035384271883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/515077035384271883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/515077035384271883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally-dis-one-is-crack-up.html' title='FINALLY!! dis one is crack up'/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-18391710117484032</id><published>2007-09-18T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:30:09.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/Ru-PnLXTfoI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZrA6ha0rkbo/s1600-h/Anime+ME.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111462005317009026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/Ru-PnLXTfoI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZrA6ha0rkbo/s320/Anime+ME.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I drew myself. Yup, cause i got nothing better to do.. And what kinda day is this?! So boring.. My online game site is under maintenance, I cant get to play.. And NOBODY on MSN aint talking to me no more.. Sianz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOOORRIIIINNGGG!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, Im okay sleeping, but i dont want to sleep too long.. I might miss something important! Like new movies online, or my friends getting married(just joking guys!! hahakz), or maybe I win 2 tickets to Outer Space! Hell no.. hahakz.. Whoa! I nearly dig my nose!! Jeezz.. hahkz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of these days I plan to meet my old buddies from secondary school and just hang out with them, go swimming, or maybe watch a movie. *Chuckle* I remembered once when we watch the LORD OF THE RINGS, the last movie. We was laughing all through the movie! Cause my friend joked about the Rohan's spear got cut off while the Rohan King was riding pass them with his sword meeting their spears. HAHAHA!! Imagine that! Going to war with a pole with no sharp ends to kill your enemy!Hilarious, I tell ya. And then there was this part when Gandalf fought against the Nazguls.. HAHAHAHAHAKZ! You know what my friend said when Gandalf used his magic staff to ward off the Nazguls? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vince&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey guys, Gandalf's using his Torchlight!!......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WahahahahahakzZ!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the song to back up the scene was so emotional, we were the ones laughing so loud we were being watched rather then the viewers watching the theatre screen. Man.. that was the times..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually when take bus to go home(though its near to our houses) its because we plan to fool around, making fun of passer-bys on the street while we were sitting safely on the bus. Once there was this fat malay guy sitting at the bus stop. He didnt aboard our bus, and suddenly my friend told us to watch him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he poked out his head out of the window of the bus and said ,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"HEY GEMMMOOKK!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and showed a middle finger to that poor fat guy! OMG! I cant believe he did that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sat laughing hysterically all the way to Serangoon Central. Then there was a time when we saw an old woman talking to herself. My lunatic friend walk by her side, and was beginning to act as if he is talking back to her. HOHOHOHO... You should have seen the old woman face. She chased my friend for quite awhile until she ran out of breath. ROTFL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously! If those days still existed in the present now, I wouldnt complain of myself not having a workplace.. Well, got to go now. I think my stomach is lurching.. Cause of remembering the past i think. heheehehkz.. k, peaCe oFF!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rate my drawings k?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;5 STAR- IS THE MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4 STAR- POWER LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3 STAR- KOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2 STAR- ORITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1 STAR- WTH IS THIS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;Rate with a thought of politeness OK? Leave remarks if you dont mind. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S. Z,Z,Z,Z,Z,Z*thinking about U&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/5584195272074519192-18391710117484032?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/18391710117484032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=18391710117484032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/18391710117484032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/18391710117484032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-i-drew-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/Ru-PnLXTfoI/AAAAAAAAABU/ZrA6ha0rkbo/s72-c/Anime+ME.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-766429613002706000</id><published>2007-09-16T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T18:00:58.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why,How,What,When?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Blame me, blame me for who I am. Blame me, blame me for not giving chances. Blame me for not standing by your side when your sad and feeling down. Blame me for not showing affection. Blame me for what has been a past that you cannot accept. Guilty is what i have beem since not knowing you anymore. Secretive is what i have become. Uncontrollable is what I am now because of wanting you so much in my arms. If its not you, then its nobody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; do you attract me so? Why is it that you are the one who capture my heart and soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why cant it be someone who likes me back? But why you, you who regards me only as a friend? You onced told me that you like my eyes. I was elated. My courage shot up. My legs was escaping the ground, I was weightless..  I wondered why you ask me that time when I ask you out on a movie, and you said yes but on one condition. No Kissing. Do you really believing I was that desperate? Yes Im in love with you, but i respect you. I dont do things like that. Even if i wanted to, i will ask you firmly for permission. Now yet you make me sound ridiculous..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But that was a past I can forget, even though it was still memorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; do I talk to you? How do I make you laugh? How can I be sure your interested in what I have to say? How do i make u love the way i talk? How do i communicate with u? How do you want me to understand you? How do i know how you are feeling? How do I cure your pain and suffering? All these questions keep circulating in my mind.. Cant stop thinking about it, cant seem to forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; makes you smile? What makes you laugh? What seems to be problem? What are your believes in a relationship? What is your objective in being loved? What is it that you want in a guy that makes you so picky? What is it that Im missing with? What do I do to make u fall for me? These are thoughts I can never seem to stop asking myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; will it be the day you and I can accept each other? I can, but its you now that Im waiting for. When is the time to ask you to be my Girlfriend? When is that perfect moment for met to move in on you? I need to know. I want to know how you feel about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Its true. Im afraid of rejection, especially from you. But Im not afraid to do things others are afraid to do. Im here, waiting for your answer. Im here, waiting for the right time. Im here, looking out at the beautiful stars upon the skies that materializes in my eyes. Even though that is happening, the only thing I can see is you. I wish, I wish, I pray for your a judgement upon my sacred love. I dont intend to let it go easily, because of the fact that Im stubborn.. I dont wanna lose easily. I have more than one chances to go for what I wanted. In the end, I neglected every chances of what i have... Is it wrong to be given chances? Why am I the only one given so many chance, and yet, i let it go astray... Why do i feel guilty when others say i should not? Am i even humble to begin with? Do i even have the right to love somebody who doesnt exactly notice my existence in her life? Is it a sin to have a mix feeling for 2 special girls? Is it? Then by right, I should not have been in love or to be loved in the beginning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wish the misery i have felt for so long will jus dissapear along with me. God, will you make me invisible so that no one can see my existence anymore? Thinking about that is already wrong. But Im determined that my dream girl would notice me soon. I think all of this while, the mistakes are for me to correct, and better for someone to help me correct it. I need necessary guidance. In order to hold on to what i believe in. I beseech a person to answer my call, my faith, my hopes, my entity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;That is all i need to preserve of whats left that is mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Yeah, like u soo much, n i hope u feel the same way, Z..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;IS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-766429613002706000?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/766429613002706000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=766429613002706000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/766429613002706000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/766429613002706000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/09/whyhowwhatwhen.html' title='Why,How,What,When?'/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-5621383718454689667</id><published>2007-09-14T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T16:57:02.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiya.. still dun understand hw to use my blog la.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i know how to post, write, upload..&lt;br /&gt;But i aint got no idea hw to change my blogskins, tags, links, and hw to find the place to copy/paste the bloody skins!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a mess,really..&lt;br /&gt;i didnt go for friday prayers,cuz my "brilliant" mind thought it was Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;alamak.. den i still got ppl telling me to confess mi luv for my old crush..&lt;br /&gt;and watsmore, i still cant shake this feeling of awkwardness between me and SuperFyda..&lt;br /&gt;u noe, ur sweet and everything, but i jus dont understand why u wanna wait..&lt;br /&gt;Its normal for a guy to wait, but not for a girl..hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend invited me to swimming tomorow!&lt;br /&gt;WTH? hahakz, did they not realise its oreadi the fasting month?&lt;br /&gt;dun blame them, i have not seen them for nearly a year now.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt keep contact as usual..&lt;br /&gt;N my gang aint calling me either..&lt;br /&gt;wats up, OZ's? are u guys jus gonna keep quiet til Hari Raya?&lt;br /&gt;oh, yeah, i still got no idea wen skool will reopen.. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;still persistent.. i still dun think i did well for my only paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to AIda a.k.a arab street gerl. lol! * thankz for ur help&lt;br /&gt;in making my blog a lil better!and to Z, il tell you hw i feel, just u wait for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. anibodi knows wen skuul reopens,pls do tell me ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-5621383718454689667?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/5621383718454689667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=5621383718454689667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/5621383718454689667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/5621383718454689667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/09/aiya.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-772525596350426453</id><published>2007-09-14T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:30:09.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/Ruo8srXTfnI/AAAAAAAAABM/ErOzrzrknE0/s1600-h/narutobleach(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109963465457630834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/Ruo8srXTfnI/AAAAAAAAABM/ErOzrzrknE0/s320/narutobleach(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(edited by IS THE MAN)* feel free to copy if you want to*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So the latest anime i was watching is Naruto Shippuden &amp; Bleach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All so cool and amazing, you gotta watch to understand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here is the pic combining Naruto &amp;amp; Bleach together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My great work of ArT. hehehkz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&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/5584195272074519192-772525596350426453?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/772525596350426453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=772525596350426453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/772525596350426453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/772525596350426453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/09/anime.html' title='Anime!'/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/Ruo8srXTfnI/AAAAAAAAABM/ErOzrzrknE0/s72-c/narutobleach(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-6950096983417796220</id><published>2007-09-11T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:30:09.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/RuV8fdoH33I/AAAAAAAAABE/0FPcPIaxudU/s1600-h/2+Thumbs+UP!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108626232292401010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/RuV8fdoH33I/AAAAAAAAABE/0FPcPIaxudU/s320/2+Thumbs+UP!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Exams are OVER!! wooo hoo! Look at me! i feel tonS beTTer!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;    But still Regreted noT learNing enough to uNderstAnd the moduLe.. jeez.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;    cAN things geT evEn messier Den it alrEady haS?? move ALONG...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;    so now, no moRe skewl.. oh ya! neXt terM, no A.P.A foR me cuz being such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;    a brilliant guy, i gOt exEmpted for daT module,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;    n i tInk i neED not ComE skEwL neST TerM!! WOO HOO!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;    bUt daTS just SpecUlatioNS. iM juS worrIed aBout mY mAthS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;    aLL i gOt waS a faiL in tHe paSt feW tesT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;    hmmM..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;    sO noW if dEres to looK on tHe bRight SidE, i waNa finD a joB,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;    eaRn somE moNey.. gEt some paSSivE iNcoMe.. bUy mY dEsireD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;    sTuFFs.. weLL, aLL joLLy sounDS easy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;    bUt itS not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;    p.s. if u haf a hole in ur job place, probably u wana contact me so i can fill dat hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-6950096983417796220?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/6950096983417796220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=6950096983417796220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/6950096983417796220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/6950096983417796220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/09/exams-are-over-wooo-hoo-look-at-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/RuV8fdoH33I/AAAAAAAAABE/0FPcPIaxudU/s72-c/2+Thumbs+UP!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-5361591733743559948</id><published>2007-09-09T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:30:09.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam is near and i wish for death..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/RuQZZNoH31I/AAAAAAAAAAw/D6cfVi5c9dw/s1600-h/pissed-off.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Exam is tomorow, im nearly there.. near to my death wish.. i can no longer understand the cryptic talks and nonsense valued from my books or teachers.. I felt like bursting my head.. I felt like letting my brain just die down. So stress, And having stupid siblings, who is not smart enough to help me out.. feels like Im the only one who really cares about how to handle stuffs.. no longer wanna talk to people who cant appreciate and now i feel like stabbing my stupid brother for his low IQ. I dont blame him, hes bloody stupid, cant even cover up a story when i was out studying. And my dad nearly threw me out of my own house.. WTF!!! i did nothing wrong! ALL i did was STUDY! is dat so wrong?! all i ask for is to show concern about my exam and what did they give me? they care about mi late home coming more then mi future!!! stupid!!! all been nothing but stupid!! cant even sae "i understand how u are going through" or sum nice shit talk to make me feel guilty, but instead, dey threatened to kick me out of the house!! n here i told my bro to clean they pig sty room, and i came home with nothing but mess. all dey did was say "Come home quick, come home quick!" DAMN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shit talk and no sense at all! i did what i haf to do, to study so i can pass, and i got for mi hard work is a fucked up brother n moronic sister, who doesnt give a shit about me. n my dad... owaes thinking about who is right and who is wrong, but he never saes he HIMSELF is in the wrong end of the tunnel.. cant he see mi motive of being late?? CANT HE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;why is evrithing i do seems so wrong nwadays?? wad did i do to get tru dis hell hole? even wat i do for my family, i get nothing! NOTHING! not even a nice pat on the back from my dad.. all he does is scold, making me feel like 7 year old jackass.. all i want him to see me is like and adult.. but threatening me when my Exam is just hours away?! dis is bullshit.. bull..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hate dis rat hole im living in.. i should haf died in dat accident 16 years ago.. along with my cousin.. so i dun haf to suffer for things i cant handle, so i would never know Zakiah.. so i wud never fall in love with her.. dis is all crap man.. even loving her is now of no use.. she never even see me as somebody who could make her happY! wat is dis? Is mi life even worse than a vagabond now? n now i got people who loved me dat i cant love back.. cuz of my so called "FAITH" in Zakiah.. damn.. pissed of at evrithing.. i cant take back wat i saed.. i hate to be left unnoticed by someone i care for.. dis is ass man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;even now i dun feel like taking my paper tomorrow.. cuz my mood is drain from 110% to a o%.. wen u are happy, bad things happens.. i jus wanna let it all out so i dun feel any regret later... i dun wanna haf the feeling of remorse too much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Man, how i wish dat special person is dere to listen to me.. i need her.. i need dat special person... i cant miss anybody, so i dun care if anybody misses me too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dont talk to me if you dont know what the deal is all about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5584195272074519192-5361591733743559948?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/5361591733743559948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=5361591733743559948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/5361591733743559948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/5361591733743559948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/09/exam-is-near-and-i-wish-for-death.html' title='Exam is near and i wish for death..'/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-6375380310100731003</id><published>2007-09-06T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T00:43:15.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zodiac Sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIRGO - The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Perfectionist Dominant&lt;/span&gt; in relationships. Conservative. Always wants the last word. Argumentative. Worries. Very smart. Dislikes noise and chaos. Eager. Hardworking. Loyal. Beautiful. Easy to talk to. Hard to please. Harsh. Practical and very fussy. Often shy. Pessimistic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Enjoys helping others, and being of service. Shy, prefers to work hard behind the scenes. Highly discriminating, a little puritanical, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intellectual&lt;/span&gt;,practical and has good teaching abilities. Sometimes lack confidence and needs reassurance. Easily nervous,unforgiving and cynical. Can be so finicky that even work might pose a problem to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Virgorians&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Element&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Earth&lt;/span&gt; signs are naturally practical. In this lifetime we are bound to Earth. There is no escaping the reality around us The Earth is about as real as it gets; it can be felt, weighed and it has substance. Accordingly, the earth signs base their life on what is real, not what is imagined. Sensation is valued over thoughts or feelings. Earth signs live with their feet on the ground. Others seek their advice because of their basic sensibility. For earth signs, seeing is believing.The earth of Virgo is a changeable earth, light to the touch. It's about practical analysis -- using mental tools to discern the best use for what is around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Virgo In Love&lt;/em&gt; - Beneath that no-nonsense persona of yours beats the heart of a true romantic. Don't be afraid to show your true sexy colors, Virgo, especially if it means making a love connection. Attend a poetry slam, visit a photography exhibit or head out to a dance party. Just drinking in the atmosphere will soften your reserve, making you much more approachable in the lobby or during intermission. Spiritually-oriented gatherings could also prove lucky for you. If your house of worship or yoga studio hosts weekend retreats, it might be worth your while to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best Pick-Up Line&lt;/em&gt;:"Do you mind if I end this sentence with a proposition?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5584195272074519192-6375380310100731003?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/6375380310100731003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=6375380310100731003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/6375380310100731003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/6375380310100731003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/09/zodiac-sign.html' title='Zodiac Sign'/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-2131020001080058500</id><published>2007-09-03T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:30:09.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Hairdo, My New LifeStyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/RuV6bNoH32I/AAAAAAAAAA4/5NQEdQohepM/s1600-h/me2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108623960254701410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/RuV6bNoH32I/AAAAAAAAAA4/5NQEdQohepM/s320/me2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/RtwRJNoH30I/AAAAAAAAAAo/wyrBOwDCm84/s1600-h/Bits+Me.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My new hairstyle! After 3 years of "Emo"-ish hairdo, finally my hair had turn for the punkster. Speculations are out. Some say i look like Cloud.. hahakz.. just kidding ZAI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, at least now people cant call me a gerl. Il smite their heads of if they did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kimage, cost me for about 50 bucks man! but im not the one who paid.. its my sis.. HAHAKZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5584195272074519192-2131020001080058500?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/2131020001080058500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=2131020001080058500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/2131020001080058500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/2131020001080058500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-new-hairdo-my-new-lifestyle.html' title='My New Hairdo, My New LifeStyle'/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/RuV6bNoH32I/AAAAAAAAAA4/5NQEdQohepM/s72-c/me2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5584195272074519192.post-1210965824686044020</id><published>2007-09-02T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:30:09.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentlemen, START ur Engines...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/RtoutNoH3zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/sWor3GtPz00/s1600-h/ZOOM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105444481864818482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/RtoutNoH3zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/sWor3GtPz00/s320/ZOOM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just created my blog! Damn! took me long enough to do it! n wats up with today?! all cold n.. cold. -_-.. well, all dat aside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il blabber! wakakakahz.. so perhaps u wanna read slowly if u view my blog! okok, i l try to make it "LOOK" interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things have been happening to me.. Things i never knew would happen to me. this year, got myself a gurlfrend.. But didnt work out for.. hmmm.. well, seeing in a single mingle point of view now, i expect to be more less of a funny dude. My jokes are sappy, all copyright of my own great mind. LOL. n oh, learning in Higher Nitec isnt dat easy as it looks. frens are as per normal.. dey help u, dey hurt u, or dey make u feel distraught. dats normal!! isnt it?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as expect of mi brilliant mind, im creating a new anime based on my sulky frens idea! LOL! hey guys! im jus kidding! O.Z. behemoth! so, nonetheless, most- no, ALL of the art work is done by me, myself n I. Even ideas are mine! WTH!! i mean, if u wan the story to be done, gif me some back up, damn it! ala.. im not angry, it hurts.. im jus frustrated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, now got chapter siahkz.. so these part , is all about my personal life. about a gerl, whom since secondary skool, i had a crush on. i think all those from my sec skewl or sum of my msn buddies noes dis, i like, try to tell, try to show, try to get her, tell her how i feel, but she just, like impossible to get her to my point of view! N 'sides i began to think.. 4 years i've known her, tried to forget her by having sumone to luv me. Ain, dats the gerl. she stole my view of my old crush. luv her. Despite wif all the love, n her confession to me dat she liked me since sec skewl, Ain n me didnt go very long.. 3 months.. sad.. told her we cud be togeder til we get married.. breaks... cuz of a moron..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dat im on a single mode status, ive becum a lil wild.. my old crush, kept cuming back to me. isit becuz of my recent break up? might be, n becuz i tink i did wrong from the beginning.. so to put it straight, when i was with Ain, bits of her is still etched within me. Shud i name who dis gerl is? i duno.. she looks so happy wif her poly buddies.. n i saw my ite fren in one of her pics.. suddenly im like, no way.. damn!.. u noe, a lil jealous n felt like killling him. jus a thought. i cant blame him if he DID fall for her. she reeli is, an angel. different, in wat i could not possibly describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when im to the brim thinking of her, tragedy of my family member strikes. My grandma. I blame myself for not having to say goodbye b4 she went.. curse myself dat i was nt able to see her one last time b4 she breathe her last.. hurt.. pain.. but im happy, she had gone to a place where she did not need to suffer animore becuz of leukaemia. Den a buddy of mine in MSN. comforted me.. told me dat i was not in the wrong.. told me, dat she was gone for a reason. told me dat i shuld look on the bright side. Dis words helped me. I growed into liking her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'man, if mi old crush was like dis gerl , id be more den happy to ask her to be my GF' i said to myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;to&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/5584195272074519192-1210965824686044020?l=istheman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/feeds/1210965824686044020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5584195272074519192&amp;postID=1210965824686044020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/1210965824686044020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5584195272074519192/posts/default/1210965824686044020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://istheman.blogspot.com/2007/09/starters.html' title='Gentlemen, START ur Engines...'/><author><name>IS THE MAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17897111590784488206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2mnjIiO89Z8/RtoutNoH3zI/AAAAAAAAAAg/sWor3GtPz00/s72-c/ZOOM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
