<?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-824892727216940021</id><updated>2011-08-04T01:04:25.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hour glass</title><subtitle type='html'>I wake up to find it's another four aspirin morning, and I dive in, I put on the same clothes I wore yesterday.When did society decide that we had to change
And wash a tee shirt after every individual use. If it's not dirty, I'm gonna wear it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-2318516113089534256</id><published>2009-12-04T14:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:09:32.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deceived</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; bumped into you at the coffee house. An awkward moment I must say. After months of not meeting up, we sat for a chat. It seems that you like the new life of yours. You were allot friendlier as our friendship before was only acquaintanceship. Not blaming you as I myself too did not gave you the chance. We chat for long as though we have just met. Started our friendship from scratch, I noticed that you are not bad of a person after all. I've always had the thing for you but the years back then, I was shy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You beautify the conversation by saying that you were glad we had this conversation and it was nice to see me again. Was that not an ordinary statement after long returns from a friend? But this time I felt that it is not as such, no movie lines or plays had them, he meant it. How? By the look of his eyes. We laugh like we have not laugh before. our smile, so genuine, so sincere. I have never seen you smile that much. I was the cause you admited. I did not agree with your thoughts but just a polite smile in return. You are allot different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Our conversation did not end in the coffee house, we continued. Hours on the phone, late night texts. Is as though we have so much to talk about. He was someone that I grew fond of. My heart skipped a beat when I get his text &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. Was eager to hear from him. Never have I fail to glance through your page on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, over again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Like most story goes, the feeling of likeness grew but I decided to not go with it. I avoided. I was afraid of what his reply will be. We will remain as friends. I drew the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I did not see any of this coming. I was afraid the next time you wanted to meet me but ever anxious to hear you ask me out. I grew fonder of you by the day. Your sweet words meant so much to me. I'm meeting no one if you were so eager to know. Honestly why me? You keep returning to me without a hint of likeness, or am I that selfish to not noticed it. I do not understand. Part of me liked where we are heading to. Your random questions impresses me at most times, never ending nice comments about me, your sincere thoughts about me and acts you do to make me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think about you allot lately, I do hope you do the same but I doubt on that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-2318516113089534256?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2318516113089534256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=2318516113089534256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/2318516113089534256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/2318516113089534256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/12/deceived.html' title='deceived'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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-824892727216940021.post-7846666143733483599</id><published>2009-11-01T21:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:06:13.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Su2RGHEBzaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Hg3v95hKUco/s1600-h/IMG_8597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399131062448278946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Su2RGHEBzaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Hg3v95hKUco/s320/IMG_8597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;31st Nov 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Su2RF5LoixI/AAAAAAAAAOg/cln0Shg7Nkk/s1600-h/IMG_8610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399131058722081554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Su2RF5LoixI/AAAAAAAAAOg/cln0Shg7Nkk/s320/IMG_8610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Su2PEcT0skI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vcNXsCSKsxA/s1600-h/IMG_8607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399128834768679490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Su2PEcT0skI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vcNXsCSKsxA/s320/IMG_8607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Su2PD1V9dRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/W3Ozx_hq9nk/s1600-h/IMG_8594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399128824308659474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Su2PD1V9dRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/W3Ozx_hq9nk/s320/IMG_8594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Su2PDr7XHuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/n319WSGpwZo/s1600-h/IMG_8566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399128821781176034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Su2PDr7XHuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/n319WSGpwZo/s320/IMG_8566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-7846666143733483599?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7846666143733483599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=7846666143733483599&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/7846666143733483599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/7846666143733483599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-saturday.html' title='another saturday'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Su2RGHEBzaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Hg3v95hKUco/s72-c/IMG_8597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-835739682495627559</id><published>2009-11-01T14:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:07:22.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trick or treat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399116474970272306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Su2D1AeP8jI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mIkvrosKWN8/s320/IMG_8523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;another weekend passed. I've been doing nothing much. Going out alot. Not doing my calculas tutorials. Oh dear, I've been infront of my computer screen for hours! and the best part not feeling any bit of guilt. I realy need to get back on track. I'll be doing 6 subjects 18 credit hours, next semester to catch up and YES I am determine to get it all done with a HIGHH CGPA. I have vowed!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;30th nov 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Su2CCXSx8DI/AAAAAAAAANw/GKqBbnGiEdQ/s1600-h/IMG_8526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399114505411227698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Su2CCXSx8DI/AAAAAAAAANw/GKqBbnGiEdQ/s320/IMG_8526.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Su2D034YEeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/X1c0c58Xcfw/s1600-h/IMG_8554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399116472663937506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Su2D034YEeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/X1c0c58Xcfw/s320/IMG_8554.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what a night. goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-835739682495627559?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/835739682495627559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=835739682495627559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/835739682495627559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/835739682495627559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='trick or treat?'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Su2D1AeP8jI/AAAAAAAAAOA/mIkvrosKWN8/s72-c/IMG_8523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-7328040427987449899</id><published>2009-10-29T11:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:07:45.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need caffeine in my blood stream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;craig&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;david&lt;/span&gt; is on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; when i listen to his music, it gives me a different feeling. I tend to remember what happened during &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dec&lt;/span&gt; '07 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh dear so much has been going on lately. Undone essays, never ending assignments and upcoming final exams in 3 weeks. I am only taking 3 subjects this semester, alright 2 excluding Islamic studies. I hate the fact that I do not have a timetable to follow, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of free time but at the same time, never ending workload. Nonetheless, I just being plain lazy to start on any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I skipped class today as I was sick, real sick yesterday. I was down with an awful flu and I was literally holding a BOX of tissue everywhere I went. I was dizzy, high? well after the two tablets I had from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jichuan&lt;/span&gt;, then 2 more active fast I found in my wallet and another after dinner. Came back after a long day at eight, put my stuff away and went to bed. I was awaken by the vibration of my mobile at midnight. Feeling like shit I took another tablet. I was feeling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shivering&lt;/span&gt;. I had a fever. Verdict, it is definitely not fun to be sick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The weather is terrible. The sun is blazing, heat arising but I've got a feeling that it will rain later in the evening? yeah it will. Make up your mind alright &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt; weather. Please reduce my trouble of changing, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt;. And I haven't been eating &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;healthily&lt;/span&gt;. Junk food, crackers, and chocolates have been my meals. Well just because the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt; shops and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;goreng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt; have been making me sick. Too much of them is just no good. I am always hungry. I wanna have home cook food. I think I'll go back this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At times I just love life as it is but now, with my nose still red, it hurts resulting in the sniffles I had yesterday, my tummy grumbling, still feeling high, body aching, (I swear it was gym! being missing i-can-do-it-too, I did 100 pounds, 6 sets of 15. OUCH!) I need to go home or a shopping &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;therapy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; :) oh I've been spending too much too actually. I need to stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397872726855622866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SukYpVr_oNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Z6FJL3A6snw/s320/IMG_0846.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wanna go back when it all started. Never had I got to think about what to have for dinner. Never had I got to plan a timetable to follow. Never had i got to worry about friends that misjudge you because you like pink. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lecturers&lt;/span&gt; that give you a 18/20 because you just praised them. Oh ADP is definitely a kiss ass program. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just wanna go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-7328040427987449899?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7328040427987449899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=7328040427987449899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/7328040427987449899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/7328040427987449899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-need-caffeine-in-my-blood-stream.html' title='i need caffeine in my blood stream.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SukYpVr_oNI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Z6FJL3A6snw/s72-c/IMG_0846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-6721472164263326419</id><published>2009-10-01T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:23:39.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not my day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;man i feel so depressed :( my headache's killing me. No, I do not have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;migrain&lt;/span&gt;. No, not having my period either. Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;. Plain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;COLLEGE APPLICATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My personal statement to be more exact. I have got tons to do. I was glad that I got over one but oh dear, ten more awaits. College application's such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hassel&lt;/span&gt;. Have not got my recommendation letters, not progression on my resume and dear dear me, I feel like I have the world on my shoulders. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;conselors&lt;/span&gt; are not helping. The essay topics are so demanding. College admissions require to know about my whole life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's another pig that I've not tamed. I know that I can so manage this but this rusty brains of mine have been still in a rusting mode. It's time to turn it off already. I hate to regret after all that has happened and know that I could have done better. Oh GOD, I need Thy strength. I'm helpless without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BLA&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BLA&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been pleasing the crowd too much. Can't you stand firm already! It has been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;masquerade&lt;/span&gt; ball all this while and it's time that the clock strikes 12 princess. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shooo&lt;/span&gt;. Go home and wake up from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt; land. Happily ever after do not exist. Waltz Disney should be sued though for lying to kids. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HMMPH&lt;/span&gt;! I told you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-6721472164263326419?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6721472164263326419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=6721472164263326419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/6721472164263326419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/6721472164263326419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-my-day.html' title='not my day.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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-824892727216940021.post-531651201973258860</id><published>2009-09-26T11:52:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:33:27.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SukNkmgfuMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/2AnI3NWlLUY/s1600-h/IMG_2779.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SukNkJWBDpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Ys186WNoqHc/s1600-h/DSCN0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397860543014964882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SukNkJWBDpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Ys186WNoqHc/s320/DSCN0285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss those days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyone dashed into the dining hall. We were dressed in baju kurungs and baju melayus. As usual the food are placed on the table and the menu for the day was briyani rice, my favorite. We took our seats and waited anxiously for the clock to hit seven-thirty five, the time for break fast. It was the month of Ramadhan, we broke fast together. As I heard the chatter and laughter from my Malay friends, I smiled to myself. I had no regrets I have no regrets studying in a boarding school. My perception about life changed when my mum enrolled me in a boarding school, miles away from the comforts of home when I was 13 years old. "Yayasan Saad Foundation College" was where i spent my five years of teenage life. Little did I know about the life in a boarding school, I left home on my first away from the security of home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a new environment, we have to accept changes. The number of students in my college varied from 270 to 300 students a year, consisting of a large number of Malay-Muslim followed by a handful of Chinese and Indians. I had been speaking the English language till elementary school but it became a challege when Malay language was the Lingua Franca in the boarding school. I used to speak the Malay language only in my Malay classes. Apart from that, my first language at home is English. Although it was a private boarding school where the English language was emphasized, outside classes the Malay language was used all the time. I knew that communication was the main tool to blend in with the rest of my Malay-Muslim friends, I learnt, observed and listened closely how Malays spoke the Malay language. Speaking the language as frequently as I could. I did not allow the language barrier to stop me from interacting with my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, the many challenges I had to face mainly overwhelmed me. Being human, I wanted to quit and turn back. But then again, I was not ready to face the consequences and slowly and surely I learnt that if I did not push my limits, I would not be able to know how far I can go. There were limited culinary choices- the daily menu were mainly Malay dishes but I chose to be contented and actually liked the Malay food alot. I thought I got over the gender crisis where speaking with someone from the opposite was a taboo, the girls and boys had to be separated almost all the time. For instance, we sat on different ends in the classrooms, dinning hall and have different days in using the swimming pool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to learn about a new religion, Islam. I participated fully in all the activities in school but I was not involve in any religious events. However, I still found time to learn from my fellow Muslim friends about their religion and culture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from having some special religious laws to follow, my Muslim friends were exactly the same as I am. Five years have passed, and now if I had to compare myself to any of my non-Muslim friends, I am glad to have had the experience in living with them. I respect Islam and admire my fellow Muslim friends whose devoutness often leaves me ashamed of my own piety. Nonetheless, I did not allow my desire of knowing about another religion shake my belief as a practicing Christian. I still read the bible daily and always use the bible as my guide line. I know now that I can live in any environment with people from any religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-531651201973258860?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/531651201973258860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=531651201973258860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/531651201973258860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/531651201973258860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/09/lips-that-lies-are-disgusting-to-lord.html' title='reflection'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SukNkJWBDpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Ys186WNoqHc/s72-c/DSCN0285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-9180893990004581195</id><published>2009-09-26T10:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:52:33.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I played dumb, I chose to play dumb. Well isn't that what girls are designed to be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The night finally came, a book in my hand,&lt;/em&gt; 'I am Muslim'&lt;em&gt; by Dina Zaman, the wind from the electrical blade that twirls, my shoulders so weak in result of the lifting of dumb bells. I shouldn't have tried too hard.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going to gym is the new hobby of mine at the moment. Or shall I put it, a new lifestyle:) I didn't much thought of getting in shape or losing weight when I enrolled in as it is more of getting rid of the unnecessary stress as the day ends. Being on the treadmill for hours or may it be lifting weights, I feel relaxed. I wonder why too. A new fact about myself, I cannot do free weights. My arms tend to go out of place. Weight machines are still my best friends:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Islamic studies. And again and again, what did I bother taking this subject when I can take the easy path, Moral Studies. As questions of, ' What made you choose Islamic Studies,' 'Eh, do you happened to be a Muslim?' ' Are you doing a research on Muslims?' go. I will then answer, ' Just for extra knowledge, It wouldn'e hurt will it?' Then again, it is beyong those few words. As a practicing Christian, I decided to take my faith level a step higher. A risk, a challege, a fight. I wanted to know why are Muslims so passionate about thier religion and practise being one as long as they have breathe. Why? I respect Islam and admire my fellow Muslim friends whose devoutness often leaves me ashamed of my own piety. I sometimes wonder, or is it just me that wants to be different from the crowd? I have so many questions that I myself cannot answer. What a shame. B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ut then again, I will stand strong in what God wants me to be. And a follower of Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody has a reputation. If you were to ask to decribe each of your friends in a single sentence, your description would reflect their reputations. How would I be described as? Often I admit that I have been pleasing others too much so that they would have accept me. A self-esteem problem? I wonder again. It's just being plain human i guess. Pleasing the world too much. I forgot about the creator, My creator.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, I want my actions, words and attitudes to represent you. Help me have the reputation of someone who trusts, loves and obeys you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385618188876179378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Sr2PNWPY57I/AAAAAAAAAMY/hJuy-KFF52g/s320/IMG_8265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Simple words, HUGE attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-9180893990004581195?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/9180893990004581195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=9180893990004581195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/9180893990004581195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/9180893990004581195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/09/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Sr2PNWPY57I/AAAAAAAAAMY/hJuy-KFF52g/s72-c/IMG_8265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-2639954024321256489</id><published>2009-08-23T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:45:53.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SpEdjrA_qmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yz1bZi2H0JE/s1600-h/IMG_7450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373108329109236322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SpEdjrA_qmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yz1bZi2H0JE/s320/IMG_7450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am who God says I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder why evolution collides with religion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hear philosophers saying it without a doubt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I see that both cannot collaborate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to know what's with 'Science vs God'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am who God says I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I pretend that my religion is all I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel that I'm being too judgemental about it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I touch Science and my stand on my religion trembles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I worry that this fumbles my morals,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I cry to know that I'm aware of this indecisiveness of mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am who God says I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I understand that it all comes down to having FAITH,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say, ' With faith, all things will work out well'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dream that this eager to know fades away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I try to understand, is it me or just being plain human,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am who God says I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/824892727216940021-2639954024321256489?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2639954024321256489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=2639954024321256489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/2639954024321256489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/2639954024321256489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am.html' title='I am.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SpEdjrA_qmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yz1bZi2H0JE/s72-c/IMG_7450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-7897685650252540750</id><published>2009-08-20T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:19:13.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thought of the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SpEXGfM7sGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2-ChYFdia4c/s1600-h/IMG_7496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373101230652108898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SpEXGfM7sGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2-ChYFdia4c/s320/IMG_7496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The fear of being alone haunts her, not being the fit in the crowd makes her tremble even more, the thought of her not having a companion just withers her soul. A low self- esteem? She does not know any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then again, why these random thoughts always appears? The unnecessary thoughts that will only mislead her to the actual path, the route of light that unfortunately only found by the few. As she cry myself to bed, who is it to blame? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Me being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;imperfect&lt;/span&gt; for the world? Or just the people of the world being plain mean'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She thinks that she is thinking too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teach her how to go with the flow. A laid back and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stress less,&lt;/span&gt; lady you say? you definitely do not know her well enough. Done with too much reflecting, she wants an answer already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's just helpless, where have the spirit of enthusiasm went? A weekling has she became. Being envious of happy relationships, and she thought that 'happily ever after' does not exsist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why? Why? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And 'I do not know' will not be accepted as an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-7897685650252540750?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7897685650252540750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=7897685650252540750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/7897685650252540750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/7897685650252540750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/08/thought-of-day.html' title='The thought of the day.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SpEXGfM7sGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2-ChYFdia4c/s72-c/IMG_7496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-7981041765964515535</id><published>2009-07-03T03:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T03:47:23.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a child of God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Sk0JWKaJIPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/sNt_vGhapV4/s1600-h/DSC00271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Sk0JWKaJIPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/sNt_vGhapV4/s320/DSC00271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353945808369164530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a child that is brought to life,&lt;br /&gt;as he takes his first breath of life,&lt;br /&gt;a smile of relieve on her face,&lt;br /&gt;all was worth while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his eyes so innocent,&lt;br /&gt;his hands so supple,&lt;br /&gt;his smile so genuine,&lt;br /&gt;his touch so soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;created in God's very own image,&lt;br /&gt;to be call a child of God,&lt;br /&gt;to be brought up in ways that he should,&lt;br /&gt;as he will not depart from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-7981041765964515535?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7981041765964515535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=7981041765964515535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/7981041765964515535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/7981041765964515535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/07/child-of-god.html' title='a child of God.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Sk0JWKaJIPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/sNt_vGhapV4/s72-c/DSC00271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-744562739507391272</id><published>2009-07-03T02:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T03:09:38.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the DRAMA! national service!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a timetable not followed by many, ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;0600 – Rise and shine!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes not a very usual time for me. I only sleep at 6! Wash up, get into my sports attire and off to the place to gather. We were suppose to gather at the padang kawat before anything. There the 'Penghulu' aka the head of the whole team does his head count and reports in to the jurulatih bertugas. He looks exactly like Hugo just he was a little taller and does not knows how to smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;0645 – Walks to another field ( 200m away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As the camp that I am in isn't very big compared to the others, all the facilities are out of it. Tha means allot of walking. The total number of trainees are 336, other camps 500++. After gathering, we walk, sometimes jog to the bigger field. There, the normal routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.Lagu Negaraku dinyayikan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.The Wira- Wirawati Song which is the only song which I cant memorize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.The Ikrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.Then the doa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then later, we will start with morning exercise. More of warming up moves, aerobic and sometimes narian seni ( 30 minutes of different malay dances) Healthy as it is, you don't see any trainee enjoying it. My bed is calling u idiots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;0745 – Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The breakfast menu is most likely the same for everyday. You will have 2 slices of bread ( spread with jam or kaya) A hard boiled egg and then noodles or fried rice. I was already getting bored of it the second week. Not a big fan of having breakfast, I didnt even had my chance of having breakfast tho. Mine was Branch!=P So as always, i skipped breakfast and head straight to my dorm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;0830 – Classes start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Classes only start at 0900 but the people here are SUPER punctual! There aren't only punctual but early and wayy to early. Back in school, everything were so different. If there's a roll call at 0900, we line up only ay 0905. Isn't that our Malaysian culture? After gathering and the head count we enter our different classes. We have this 'Character Building' class everyday from 0900 till 1230. 'Thats long! What do we learn? ' you might ask. Now I tell you, the unnecessary! How to build the inner man, know your good qualities, how you manage your enemies. Ahh, those logic thinking material. A waste of time. In the first class I was placed in group 4, there's this girl I met. Her name's emilia from taiping and was studying in SSP. While others are having fun adapting in the camp she was the opposite. She was this different malay, not conservative and was crazy! Thank God there was her, we didnt join the class much. Not at all to be exact. We talked allot, among ourselves and was always out of class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;1230 – Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The food here isn't really that bad, just that I wasn't a big fan of rice which seems to be on the menu everyday. And after tasting the nasi ayam, I agree that there isn't any nasi ayam that can replace nasi ayam kys. After that we head to our dorms to rest for the next prepared activies in the evening. The place is freeking hot in the afternoons. The sun's blazing HOT! The temperature keeps getting higher. The water's really cold no matter when, so its kinda chilly. But still-ILL, the condition of the washroom. Memang tak nak masuk once you daa keluar. Spider webs, sand all over the floor and cloudy water in the kolah. I didnt know how I survived the 14 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;1430 – Physical activities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As usual we gather at the padang kawat. The head count and reporting. Goshh did I not tell you that the sun's still blazing all noon. Plus the baju lengan panjang and the topi yang berwarna hitam yang serap haba. Goshhh, ill let you imagine it. Heat, sweat, plus plus the Indians. They have really long bushy hair that touches their ass and they smell. PLUSS, you can see lice crawling all over their hair. You do not need glasses to notice them. Just your bare eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are still in the early months which we will be doing allot to theory instead of practical. Ceramah, ceramah and more ceramah. Oh ya, we started on marching. That's the part which I really hate. Is not that I have horrible body coordination but with the really heavy outfit plus the 10kilos of boots and not forgetting the flaming hot sun! Mann you seriously do not wanna be in that state for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;1630 – Teabreak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then after that we have teabreak which I quite fancy at times. Muffin, roti canai and sometimes even mee bandung. Then rest will attend to prayers while the rest do their own business. Then we change again for 'riadah' time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;1730 – Riadah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Err, it's actually sports. There arent a specific game or sports planned. Everyone does their own business. Some jog, the guys play touch, girls volleyball while the rest play the fishing game ( the guys whistle, the girls giggles) This slot should be free tho. Nothing much to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;1830 – Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We all head to the dinning hall for dinner. Normal, rice and lauk pauk yang tak sedap di pandanganku. The night's normally free. They have tazkirah every night till Isyak. The place is kinda pretty at night. There's a pond at the entrance, beside the dinning hall. You can see the stars clearly there, kawasan perkampungan. Quiet, the wind against your face. Nak muckoff best laa. Buka2 mata, hilang semua fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;2300 – Roll call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its really funny how things work here. All so very early plus very military. All have to stay in pretty 3 by 15 lines and then gotta march from place to place, tak kisah dekat or jauh. And then they have this other roll call at 2300 to check weather all is in the camp. And mase you march to the padang kawat you have to nyanyi or jerit2 the company's cheer. The groups are called companies. Ther are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A – alpha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;B – bravo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;C – Charlie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;D – Delta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Girls are around 40 per group while the gentlemen, 50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I survived the 14 days and seriously hoping that there is no going back. A good experience but a waste of time and no need LAH! Touch N go mum says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank God i'm done with NS already!&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/824892727216940021-744562739507391272?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/744562739507391272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=744562739507391272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/744562739507391272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/744562739507391272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-drama-national-service.html' title='oh the DRAMA! national service!'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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-824892727216940021.post-3372042866181329377</id><published>2009-07-03T01:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T11:02:13.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiyoo, not ready la!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Skz1OI5yEwI/AAAAAAAAALg/HKG1VsqqSDg/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Skz1OI5yEwI/AAAAAAAAALg/HKG1VsqqSDg/s320/DSC00280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353923680293491458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You calm the waves into still waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;my plate is so full and so is my mind. the unnecessary! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1. leaving for kl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another come and go situation! here i am all settled with the environment, the usual hangouts and oh dear it is time to leave! i somehow feel like a hobo person. is tiring to re adapt, the getting to know new people and going through new dramas. well some will say it would be a nice start with new people and a new you. others, you get to venture into a new life, a different view, gain different experience. isn't that what life is all about. but hey, it's uneasy being in a stranger's crib. all will admit it. no familiar faces, people you can trust? you've got to find new ones and mind you, they are the minority. not ready! not ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2. packing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i just forgot how to. first i got my umrah bag ( my oh so huge bag. people use huge bags to go for umrah for months)!  and filled with clothes, the daily wear. not enough space, got another umrah bag, as it was already half full oh dear what about books? toiletries? accessories? and yada yada. i forgot how to do packing! you see not prepared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3. i miss you la:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit it, i will miss my friends over here. already am! well is not the first time leaving penang but i suddenly feel so attached, feels like home already. the jokes and never ending laughter,late night supper,weekend hangouts, smiles, the sincerity, generosity. i'm not ready to make new ones. and again, not ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;4. home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum's nagging, doing house chores:D i actually kind of got use to it. dad's h so lame jokes and during his story time. telling us what happened in court, about his oh so serious cases and how he spoke against his defendant, as we gather in the living room after dinner. having to fight for the tv with my brother on what channel to watch and to tease him when his cellphone rings. late night supper with them. is all being miss independent again when i'm away. no reminders, no wake up calls, no mum, no dad. not ready to start all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, all are just the unnecessary. letting the petty issues clog the streams of living water. no way! they're just obstacles. i saw, i conquered! He didn't think much about the manner of soil which can produce good crops or the river that could supply clear sparking water, he just do it! there were no in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-3372042866181329377?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3372042866181329377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=3372042866181329377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/3372042866181329377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/3372042866181329377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-his-own-time.html' title='haiyoo, not ready la!'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/Skz1OI5yEwI/AAAAAAAAALg/HKG1VsqqSDg/s72-c/DSC00280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-3385715484374062575</id><published>2009-06-06T14:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T03:14:23.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the science behind the 10 plagues in egypt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SioSuXJmjAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cWWi8qJWmYw/s1600-h/normal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SioSuXJmjAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cWWi8qJWmYw/s320/normal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344104495526087682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just thought it would be interesting to put this down. Will do it list style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;The Plagues happened at the same time as a massive volcano eruption. The volcano Santorini sent ash in to the air effecting the surrounding area. The ash is found in Cairo and the Nile River, proven by testing the composition of the ash. This volcanic eruption happened between 1500-1650BC while the Plagues happened between 1400-1550BC. So it fits there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;1st Plague&lt;/span&gt;. River ran red LIKE blood. But there is a common algae plume called the Red Tide. This makes the river, or any water, look red like blood. Why did this happen? The ash changes the PH level of the river allowing the algae to bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2nd Plague. Frogs&lt;/span&gt;. The algae is killing fish. Fish eat frog eggs. No fish, record number of frogs. Frogs can't live in polluted water and so leave the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd and 4th Plague. Lice and flies. The translation can actually be lice, fleas, gnats, or midges. But you have riverfull of dead fish, and now dead frogs. This brings the insects of the 3rd and 4th Plague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Plague. Pestilence. Flies, dead frogs, dead fish, easy enough no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th Plague. Boils. Certain types of flies that bite can leave behind boils. The bites get infected, they turn in to boils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th Plague. Fire and Hail. Ash in the air causes a mixture of ash and water. The ash, very high in the air, causes the water to freeze so when it falls it is hail and not rain. The fire? I saw this amazing picture in Nat. Geo. of a volcanic eruption. There was red lightning. It was amazing to see bright red lightning. Why is it red? Chemicals in the ash makes red lightning. So fire in the sky, and hail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th Plague. Locusts. Locusts come about when the ground is very damp. They bury their eggs in the sand about 4-6 inches. After record amount of hail the ground would be very wet allowing the locusts to form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th Plague. Darkness. Ash in the air. After am eruption in 1815 there was darkness for 600 kilometers. After Krakatoa it was dark for even farther for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th Plague. Death of First born. In Egypt the first born was king. They would be the one to lead the family after the father died. When food was scarce the first born ate first and some times was the only one to eat. After locusts ate every thing there was only grain locked in vaults. The hail got it wet, locust feces, it made it moldy. And so when only the first born ate, they were the only ones killed by moldy grain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Simple right? Back then they never would have known. Back then lightning was His wrath. Back then a disease was His punishment. Back then nature was unknown. But when you look at it with science... not that big a deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-3385715484374062575?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3385715484374062575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=3385715484374062575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/3385715484374062575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/3385715484374062575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/06/science-behind-10-plagues-in-egypt.html' title='the science behind the 10 plagues in egypt'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SioSuXJmjAI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cWWi8qJWmYw/s72-c/normal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-8284399444241631555</id><published>2009-05-25T21:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T03:17:48.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSD scholarship for dummies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Oh dear dear, the competition has been from tough to tougher! The endless criteria, complains upon complains in the papers? Students having 14 1As not getting the PSD scholarship? what is there more to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing, do not panic and give up upon applying. PSD offers a wide selection of course and not forgetting they also make sure that their scholars get jobs after graduating. Well most wouldn't like the fact that there is a bond to serve but think again, there are so many unemployed graduates these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the criteria now is not about the As. Low and behold, PSD definitely expects more from an ordinary straight A student. The question is what to they want? Well from my point of view, an ALL ROUNDER. Many will be scratching their heads, how? There were no guide lines. Yes of course the involvement in school, curricular activities. A sport, a club and a society is good enough. Please do not be jack of all trades but gain nothing in the end. Focus on a few will do. And remember, the medals aren't important the certificates are the ones that speak. Students in the form 4, get involve in as many competitions. May it involve the school or the state, just go for it because you might want to slow down during the next year. Your involvement in high school can also give credit while you applying for universities overseas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Let’s say you're shortlisted. Congrats. You're one step nearer to the scholarship. Don't forget the interview time, panel, and location. What to prepare? This will be your big question. You got a few things to take care of. I say: attire, self-introduction, documents and most importantly be mentally prepared and confident. Something that you can't gain overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First impression, your main weapon.&lt;br /&gt;What to wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Males:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slack (black or brown)&lt;br /&gt;Leather shoes ( please avoid shoe soles that makes noises and please please no sports shoes even though black ones )&lt;br /&gt;Long sleeve (Never wear short sleeves, keep it plain and not to striking of a colour. The safest is a white shirt. Well the panels one to focus on you and definitely not on your sense of fashion. That explains why business people only wear black and white, to project the person)&lt;br /&gt;Tie (Definitely a must and make sure the colour goes well with your shirt)&lt;br /&gt;Belt (Another important item, making sure you look smart. Do not wear belts that have huge buckles. Spare them for another day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Females:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baju kurung ( Yes, i strongly recommend this. Less prints, mild coloured and not body hugging. DO NOT wear kebaya, kebarung or baju melayu moden. As mentioned, they do not judge your sense of fashion )&lt;br /&gt;Suit (A suite if fine as well, just make sure it is NOT tight and doesn't show your body shape too much)&lt;br /&gt;Leather shoes (Covered. Do not worry if you do not wear heels, ballet flats are fine. Those who wish to wear heels, not more then 2 inches)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What to fit in your clear holder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, your clear holder MUST be dark coloured. Do not use the fluorescent coloured files as it will be rather unprofessional. Everything must be as simple as possible. Well there will be a guide line every year, which also differs from year to year. You have you check this yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The certificates, arrange from your highest achievement to the rest. Although you have tons of certificates, be wise in inserting which. DO NOT overflow your file with the unnecessary and DO NOT insert all, it will only bore the panels. Remember they have so many other files to look through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anything else to prepare before-hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write a script on self introduction. It is always good to prepare this mentally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name&lt;br /&gt;2. Last previous school (your high school)&lt;br /&gt;3. Parents occupation (mentioned both and do not brag if your parents are earning tons)&lt;br /&gt;4. Siblings (just mentioned the number and their current status. Good enough)&lt;br /&gt;5. Your involvement (the curricular activities you were involved, the competitions, basically they want to know what kind of person you were in school)&lt;br /&gt;6. Your course ( The MAIN thing. You must be very familiar of your course. The university that you wish to study, name it. This proves to them that you have been doing your homework and you want this scholarship allot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a brief sketch in your head about what you will be saying. DO not memorise! DO NOT try to hard on impressing them as well, just be yourself and do not fake it. Your eye contact is also very important when you speak. Look straight in to their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on your formal attire, holding a clear holder. And having one or two pens (or pencils) in your pocket, as well as 1 thick covered notebook (some people bring test pad or A4 papers with plastic folder). You need a thick one as a base because there is no table provided for you to write, so most probably you write on your thigh and of course something hard is needed so that you can write really fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching there, search for name lists and sign beside your name (that doesn't really matter, if I’m not wrong). And proceed to the kerani(s); most probably they're just next to the door of interviewing room, insulated. There, you have to sign your name this time, to show that you're present. And then the kerani will ask you to take the original copy out, as well as the photocopied ones. She/he will check and make a few marks there and they're kept. This means you're not bringing the documents into the room. The kerani's will do for you. The groups are arranged this way: 8am, 10am, 2pm or maybe got other time) Most probably it'll be done in 2 rounds or 3, each round take more or less 1 hour. So this means you really got to wait there long unless you're lucky enough being the first batch to enter the interviewing room. Relax and check who's goin' to be with you. Try to be familiar with them and make friends with them. Talk and share things with them. I did that and it really feels great. Of course if you want to, mix with others from other panel and group too! This'll temporarily make you forget about that interview thing and relax for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's your turn, the kerani will give you all number-tag and wear them. She/he will ask you all to line up at the door to the interviewing room. Take a deep breath. Knock the door, stick your head in, greet them and ask permission to go in. Just say it loud enough. They WILL reply to you, don't worry. Go in and stand right in front of the seat according to number. Wait until they allow you all to sit, thank them and sit. Mind your sitting posture. Leg-shakers, learn not to do it in front of the interviewers! You really don't notice you're doing that if you don't pay attention to that. Don't kill your opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These questions are really unexpected. Just be alert and I don't think you can really prepare for this :/ Read newspapers daily and this might help. If you're asked current issue, the list is here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Increasing crime rate among students&lt;br /&gt;2. Patriotism among teenagers&lt;br /&gt;3. Parents are spending less time with their children (Ibu bapa pentingkan kerjaya daripada pendidikan anak-anak)&lt;br /&gt;4. Perempuan masa kini terutamanya lepasan graduan luar negara menjadi ketua bagi kegiatan jenayah di Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;5. Reality TV program give negative impact on students or not&lt;br /&gt;6. Presents students are more pampered&lt;br /&gt;7. 1st class infrustructure, 3rd class mentality (1st class infrastructure and 3rd class mentality still prevails)&lt;br /&gt;8. Schools emphasize on academics excellence (Education system too emphasised on academics and tourism)&lt;br /&gt;9. Junk food&lt;br /&gt;10. Teenagers nowadays do not socialize&lt;br /&gt;11. ICT: Advantages and disadvantages&lt;br /&gt;12. Tahun ini ialah Tahun Melancong Malaysia. Apakah usaha yang boleh anda buat untuk melaksanakan program ini?&lt;br /&gt;13. Mat dan Minah Rempit is a gang of young people who do not have direction in life, do u agree?&lt;br /&gt;14. Heavy fines should be issued to litter bugs&lt;br /&gt;15. Human resource&lt;br /&gt;16. Drugs&lt;br /&gt;17. Students who are choosy in picking their courses (Graduate unemployment is due to graduates being choosy about their job?)&lt;br /&gt;18. Global warming&lt;br /&gt;19. RMK 9&lt;br /&gt;20. Things to prepare before going abroad&lt;br /&gt;21. Children nowadays prefer to play computer games, etc&lt;br /&gt;22. Violence&lt;br /&gt;23. Female vs. Male in Academic Achievements&lt;br /&gt;24. Reading Habit Among Youth is Declining&lt;br /&gt;25. Dasar pandang ke timur&lt;br /&gt;26. Corruption&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you agree that bloggers should be registered?&lt;br /&gt;28. Education system&lt;br /&gt;29. The philosophy of a coin [the most unexpected question for me]&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you think it's the right choice to categorize students into art stream and science stream?&lt;br /&gt;31. Should school uniform be abolished or not&lt;br /&gt;32. Tell us one strength and weakness of yours. One only&lt;br /&gt;33. Pick a cartoon character that would best explain you and why&lt;br /&gt;34. Picture yourself in 10 years time and what would you want to be&lt;br /&gt;35. Isu-isu semasa di Malaysia pada masa kini?&lt;br /&gt;36. Kemajuan sains dan teknologi membawa lebih banyak keburukan atau kebaikan&lt;br /&gt;37. Your favourite TV programs and why&lt;br /&gt;38. Nelayan laut dalam lebih mengutung daripada peladang&lt;br /&gt;39. National Service for females should be established or not?&lt;br /&gt;40. Malaysia harus membina sebuah pusat penyelidikan di kutub selatan&lt;br /&gt;41. Negara barat dikatakan lebih maju dalam bidang IT. Apakah sebabnya?&lt;br /&gt;42. Leadership &amp;amp; followership. The conclusion between leadership &amp;amp; followership&lt;br /&gt;43. Our leader idols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Public Transport in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;45. Quality of Local Film vs. Foreign Film&lt;br /&gt;46. Increasing crime Rate&lt;br /&gt;47. Reality TV Shows (e.g.: Malaysian Idol)&lt;br /&gt;48. Study Abroad vs. Study in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;49. Graduate Unemployment&lt;br /&gt;50. National Service&lt;br /&gt;51. Agricultural&lt;br /&gt;52. Teaching of Mathematics and Science in English&lt;br /&gt;53. Patriotism&lt;br /&gt;54. 9th Malaysian Plan&lt;br /&gt;55. How to promote our country?&lt;br /&gt;56. Drug Abuse in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;57. Female vs. Male in Academic Achievements&lt;br /&gt;58. Usage of Hand phone in Schools&lt;br /&gt;59. Qualities of a Good Leader&lt;br /&gt;60. Pollution&lt;br /&gt;61. Healthy Lifestyles&lt;br /&gt;62. Pros &amp;amp; Cons of Fast Food&lt;br /&gt;63. Aspiration of Malaysia to be Center of Education Excellence vs. Sending Students Abroad&lt;br /&gt;64. How will AFTA affect our Automobile Industry?&lt;br /&gt;65. Vision School&lt;br /&gt;66. Pros &amp;amp; Cons of Using Credit Card&lt;br /&gt;67. Declining Reading Habit in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;68. Courtesy among Malaysians&lt;br /&gt;69. Children nowadays are being pampered&lt;br /&gt;70. Terrorism&lt;br /&gt;71. ICT: Advantages and Disadvantages&lt;br /&gt;72. White Collar Crime&lt;br /&gt;73. Ways to Overcome Piracy (Counterfeit) Problem&lt;br /&gt;74. 1st Class Facility, 3rd Class Mentality&lt;br /&gt;75. Price of Petrol Increasing&lt;br /&gt;76. Age for Driving License&lt;br /&gt;77. Foreign Workers in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some panel gives 2 minutes to prepare for discussion. Some allocates 5 minutes. It really depends on your luck. Slide out the stationery and write fast. Think fast (I fail at brain storming) and take down the points. Don't write essay, though some people really have the ability to write a 200 word essay in 5 minutes. Just don't try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interviewer will be kind enough to ask who's going to start (while some panel don't, that's rare). If you're ready, raise your hand and start. Being the first can be a good thing, or the other way. Being the first, you can share all of your points, without worrying your points being mentioned by the others. But if you are not the first one, be smart. Point stealing is commonly done in my group. They steal points and further elaborate it so that they need not to draw out new points. It's not wrong, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go to the personal questions part. Oh this one is another crazy one. Those who take medical, I got a little list for you to prepare:&lt;br /&gt;1. How do you think about that Kursus Kerjaya Kedoktoran? (Very very common)&lt;br /&gt;2. How many teeth do an adult human have?&lt;br /&gt;3. How many bones do an adult human have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who take other courses:&lt;br /&gt;1. How do you think can contribute as a/an (job of your course) to our country?&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you think can contribute as a/an (job of your course) to achieve K economy? (I think it's about the same. K economy= Economy based on Information Technology, just boom about, ha-ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And weird questions include:&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the name of our Yang Dipertuan Agung? (Famous question in Kelantan state, Kelantanese, be prepared and the answer is Sultan Mizan Zainal Abidin, the Sultan of Terrenganu and also the 13th Sultan of Malaysia)&lt;br /&gt;2. (Let your imagination goes wild, expect the worst from them... any question just to make you panic. Just answer them calmly. Er, if you really dunno, just admit it. It's only when if you REALLY don't know about that. Saying dunno too much will surely ruin your impression to them too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the time, I noticed that if you you're asked 1 question that you dunno, and IF you keep quiet and act like thinking of it, they'll probably ask another easier question. They're kind, they won’t eat you up. Try your best to answer the second question. If you fail them once more, uh, most probably they'll not ask you any other questions anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the interviewers are paid to 'shoot' people. They find out the weak point of the things you said and they question about it. So, think a bit before you wanna say something, and be prepared to answer the questions they gonna shower you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer them confidently and they will definitely not question you allot. They just want to know how well you speak in both language ( English and Bahasa Melayu) Those who rarely speak BM, do start now as it will not be awkward when you speak during the interview. It's a beautiful language after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So seat back, digest the facts and all the best! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-8284399444241631555?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8284399444241631555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=8284399444241631555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/8284399444241631555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/8284399444241631555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/05/psd-scholarship.html' title='PSD scholarship for dummies.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-8285402754403387125</id><published>2009-04-22T01:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:52:13.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like An Onion.</title><content type='html'>If only, your vision would look upon me,&lt;br /&gt;If only, you could hear the sound of a heart break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silently watching over you,&lt;br /&gt;Silently waiting for a miracle,&lt;br /&gt;Silently letting myself, to be like the air,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's eating, talking and laughing,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is such a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corner most me, is laughing together with the rest,&lt;br /&gt;The onion at the bottom of the plate are just like me,&lt;br /&gt;Forever the,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flavouring, Secretly watching you,&lt;br /&gt;Secretly hiding myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are willing to peel open my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Layer by layer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will discover and you will be shocked,&lt;br /&gt;For you are most suppressed and deepest secret,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are willing to peel open my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Layer by layer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your nose will run and you will tear,&lt;br /&gt;If you can hear me, &lt;br /&gt;see my wholeheartedness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing you talk about you with your many other 'her'&lt;br /&gt;and the blossoming loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my hopelessness act very amused,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just like an onion,&lt;br /&gt;Forever just the supporting actor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it is all over, I thought to myself,&lt;br /&gt;How I wish to have with you,&lt;br /&gt;A second of our own story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-8285402754403387125?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8285402754403387125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=8285402754403387125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/8285402754403387125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/8285402754403387125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-like-onion.html' title='Just Like An Onion.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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-824892727216940021.post-2385659929850957733</id><published>2009-04-11T14:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:13:17.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my future, AGAIN?</title><content type='html'>i woke up at 0645! wow i guess that's my greatest achievement so far. my grandparents wanted to have dimsum ( a chinese way of having breakfast) with the family and we normally have dimsum quite early in the morning plus grandma's favourite dimsum shop  was miles away from my place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a pleasant breakfast. different from my daily breakfast which were only cereals and milk lately. granddad then asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; "so my dear, what do you plan to do next? is about time you figure out on what you want to do for the rest of your life"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, the rest of my life?  this makes it sound that my journey was just about to start and definitely a very important decision for me to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when we come to this topic. having to know what you want to be. i mean, i am still so young. having to only live 10% of my life and still figuring what will the rest be like. not mentioning that i will surely live till the age of 100 years but at least a rough idea from the shallow thinking of my mind (i think) well mum and dad have been advising me allot and allot i tell you. the advice they give are now as nagging. like seriously. almost every conversation we have were based on MY FUTURE. yes they can be the one caring about me so much, know what's best for me and yada yada. but it's up to me still though. they are not going to be there with me till the end( how i wish that was possible) so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well if i wanted more time to think about? i have taken almost 4 months! and that is a long long time and i don't like the feeling that i have nothing to do. nothing to look ahead day by day. being not productive but anyhow, the very long duration did not help me on making my decision on what to become.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Holy Spirit give me wisdom. Lord you show me the way. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in form 4, i was so into doing Law and i finalized on that. just fullstop. no more etc. i was very persistent. doing my researches on my school assignment regarding my future career (not only to complete the assignment definitely ;) , having conversations with dad's friends which were also lawyers  ( it's hard to have it with dad. our opinions somehow contradicts and we will end up having an argument instead. other conversations are fine but not about his job;)  i was also present  in court many times to witness and follow the trial proceedings. it was very anticipating as i waited each time for judge final decision upon a certain case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a lawyer. NOT EASY! it's not about arguments in courts. it was more. the number of laws that lawyers had to memorized to apply during the arguments  ( you are not to refer while arguing. i can't imagine) every law, every term have to be at the tip of their fingers ( i cannot even manage the few &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; aktas &lt;/span&gt;  for the moral subject )  and language as well. both in english and bahasa Malaysia. it wasn't about  simple convincing ( where you managed to convince mum to get you an ice-cream cone. giving her the 10 reasons she should get you an ice-cream) ohh it was more! it was SOLID prove and evidence. factual arguments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that was back in 2007, when i merely knew nothing. then i suddenly had the passion to do international relation (IR). quite an unfamiliar course because many wouldn't choose IR for a start. IR represents the study of foreign affairs and global issues among states within the international system. where you get involve with the high commissions, being diplomats, country representative. (and our recent prime minister's eldest son is also doing this though) well is not that i fancy the political world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would want to get involve in a career that involves the outdoor. one where you can mingle with people of all sort. having to  talk with the smart ones. mum arranged for me to have lunch with the Australian high commissions when they visited our country not long ago (why did she send the OZ? maybe she thought that i wouldn't be convinced by the locals. haha) they knew allot! not only about their country surprisingly also about ours (more than i did i have to confess) this means dealing with more of facts and more books, factual books and not novels. i like getting to know about facts. from world histories, rocket science till knowing about the latest piece from Karl Lagerfeld. nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see how my choice of courses change? i don't know i do not know! how did i know what to do when i do not know about anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will someday change again... modeling perhaps;) and then again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we plan, only GOD decides&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-2385659929850957733?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2385659929850957733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=2385659929850957733&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/2385659929850957733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/2385659929850957733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/04/future-again.html' title='my future, AGAIN?'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-5120411693665505025</id><published>2009-04-10T23:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:01:21.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just another day.</title><content type='html'>i followed mom in the afternoon for tahlil (a ceremony after a death, in this case because tahlil can be a ceremony of many occasions) i had nothing better else to do at home so mum asked me to come along. it was someone from her office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum went in to chat and mingle around while i sat outside. i was in baju kurung and then i over heard this conversation of a few ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; ' ish, ish ish, remeja zaman sekarang memang kurang ajar. Datang berpakaian tak complete. pakai la selendang kalau susah sangatt nak pakai tudung. panas la kat cuaca sekarang. global warming &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they walk away. i mean did they have that conversation on purpose in front of me. speaking out loud that i could hear every word? but then again, it did not hurt me a bit. they definitely had mistaken me for a malay. but with the sepet eyes. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later when food was served, i had a conversation with one of mum's friend. everyone around started to ask, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; ni anak siapa nie?&lt;/span&gt; haha. mum could speak very well in malay as well. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; cina celup nie&lt;/span&gt; said one of them. but i use to suck in speaking the malay language. true! but after the boarding school life, i've learn allot. but i still get &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; tersasul&lt;/span&gt; as times though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came one aunty from the group earlier that mentioned about me dressing incompletely. she brought her son to mum and was mentioning about him wanting to have a word with dad ( most probably about him wanting to become a lawyer) and the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;' eh puan, mana your anak? i heard that you bawa dia sekali&lt;/span&gt; and when she pointed as me, oh you should just see her face. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-5120411693665505025?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/5120411693665505025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=5120411693665505025&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/5120411693665505025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/5120411693665505025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-another-day.html' title='just another day.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-398104321517631286</id><published>2009-04-10T01:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:03:51.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a true winner</title><content type='html'>there's this very strange thing about me and blogging, there are just days where the ideas just keep pouring in and i wish to type endlessly but there are also just times where, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nahh not in the mood&lt;/span&gt; and yeap, i'm feeling the mood thing now! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for wonderful friends and people around me to give me support all these while. and also not forgetting Him that is always watching over us. making sure we have all our needs. cheering you up in time of need. making sure that everything is fine, just fine. My dad up in the heavens is doing a great job :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been doing pretty much nothing at home at the moment. wasting my time though, but nahh i still choose not to start on studying yet. well after the rejected scholarships and me not knowing where to go after this, i just continue to surrender everything to Him and let Him lead and show me the way. well, if you do not fall, you will not know how to rise up again. if you have been always on the top, you will not know how people on the bottom feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if everyone wants to be winners, will there be any competition then? well among the winners, there will be losers. being a loser doesn't mean being one all the time. rise up and compete! upon that a real winner will be birth out. it is the strength of rising up from a nothing to a someone makes you a winner, a true winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the detours that i'm facing now are very much like trials, obstacles to distract me. life would definitely be boring if everything works out as planned though;) so these lessons are to teach me, to stand up again. no way i am going to mourn and cry about it. learn from your mistakes and do not fall back to them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-398104321517631286?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/398104321517631286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=398104321517631286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/398104321517631286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/398104321517631286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/04/true-winner.html' title='a true winner'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-2245061366863095134</id><published>2009-04-10T00:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:05:35.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a prayer.</title><content type='html'>have you ever have the feeling that you want to achieve so many heights but just do not know where to start? Just too jealous of the successful people already on top of the ladders and you only at the bottom just wondering how would you want to climb your ladder? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way back before people were applying for scholarships, google- ING about what to do next, pre- u or just the diploma course, i had it done after my trials and the best thing was, i when through ALL sorts of scholarship interviews. with hopes as high as a mountain, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;' i will at least get one out of the many interviews&lt;/span&gt;' but i was so wrong. Although i managed through many stages and there were just endless streams of stages, the finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Although your extra-curricular activities and qualifications are remarkable, the competition has been very keen and we regret to inform you that you have not been shortlisted for the scholarship program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, we thank you for your time and effort and we wish you every&lt;br /&gt;success in your future academic endeavors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;??? just speechless! i have taken the IQ test, character test, numerical test oh you just name it! all sort of tests and it is just so frustrating when you walk out from the interview room all so confident that you did well but unfortunately nothing comes out from it. all the effort of researches, having to know about the course, the university that you want to be in, it's just so tiring. i sometimes, most of the times envy most of my friends just having to go through one process of the interview session and getting it just like that! well, i must confess that they earn it of course but they do not have to worry about applying for another one. on the other side, myself, just endless application and not getting any! i'm just to tired of hoping on any. it's just tiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back when i was in high school i had wild dreams. wanting to graduate from oxford, first degree honest, work with ernst and young, you just name it even being a CEO of some huge big pretty company! but now, my dreams seem so unreachable. as the say, a journey of success begins with a first step. well i don't see my first step. i don't know how to start my first step. it taught me a lesson never to put my hopes and dreams too high. now i am afraid of not achieving them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now comes the part of getting my not very outstanding results in the recent spm. another turn off. not only to myself, my parents, the teachers in school and oh just a turn off. a disappointment! now when i the time to reflect back, the 5 years in boarding school was just a waste. why on earth did i take the trouble to go all the way to the south but here students in penang can also achieve even better results than i did. i don't see the outcome of me going so far and bringing back nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then again, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; All things will work out well if we continue to put our trust in Him. &lt;/span&gt;  i believe that my God has a plan for me. a plan to give me a hope and a future and never to harm me. He might be preparing me for a war that i don't see, do not realize. He must be giving me more time to myself at the moment, thinking and reflecting upon what i have been doing. sometimes we need breaks along the way. just time to ourselves. quiet times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are not the mistakes that i have regretted, just another lesson to learn from along the journey of life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;                         I need Your strength to stand up again&lt;br /&gt;                             You see the needs of Your child&lt;br /&gt;                                    she needs You Lord&lt;br /&gt;                                          AMEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-2245061366863095134?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2245061366863095134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=2245061366863095134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/2245061366863095134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/2245061366863095134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/04/prayer.html' title='a prayer.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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-824892727216940021.post-754025930383074771</id><published>2009-03-26T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:49:21.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as you humble yourself</title><content type='html'>reading : revelation 3:20&lt;br /&gt;          Here I stand at the door and knock. &lt;br /&gt;          if you hear me calling,open the door. &lt;br /&gt;          I will come in and we will share a meal &lt;br /&gt;          as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are often unreasonable, illogical and self-centered;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;&lt;br /&gt;Be kind anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you are successful, you will win some false friends.And some true enemies;&lt;br /&gt;Succeed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest and frank anyway.&lt;br /&gt;What you spend years building,Someone could destroy overnight;&lt;br /&gt;Build anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;Be good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you have,And it may never be enough;&lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you have anyway.&lt;br /&gt;You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and God;&lt;br /&gt;It is never between you and them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Teresa of Calcutta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-754025930383074771?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/754025930383074771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=754025930383074771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/754025930383074771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/754025930383074771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-you-humble-yourself.html' title='as you humble yourself'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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-824892727216940021.post-1278423300727007154</id><published>2009-03-25T11:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:54:25.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guess what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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 &lt;p class="TableContents" style="margin-bottom: 14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;a name="Label11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="TableContents" style="margin-bottom: 14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="TableContents" style="margin-bottom: 14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;a name="Label21"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="TableContents" style="margin-bottom: 14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="TableContents" style="margin-bottom: 14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;a name="Label31"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="TableContents" style="margin-bottom: 14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="TableContents" style="margin-bottom: 14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;a name="Label41"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="TableContents" style="margin-bottom: 14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;Your views on education&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="TableContents" style="margin-bottom: 14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;a name="Label51"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="TableContents" style="margin-bottom: 14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;The right job for you:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="TableContents" style="margin-bottom: 14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;a name="Label6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="TableContents" style="margin-bottom: 14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;How do you view success:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="TableContents" style="margin-bottom: 14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;a name="Label7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="TableContents" style="margin-bottom: 14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="TableContents" style="margin-bottom: 14.15pt;"&gt;&lt;a name="Label8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. 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Most guys who get to know you will be attracted to you. You are far from sweet and proper; your intriguing personality fascinates them. Most guys find it easy to fall for a girl like you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="TableContents" style="margin-left: 35.35pt; text-indent: -14.15pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a name="Label2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-SG"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;You don't really care about other people's feelings. You do things the way you want and usually think only about yourself. You are easy-going and love to have fun, but you can be irresponsible as well. You are not keen on serious discussions because they can make you remember that life isn't always about parties. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="TableContents" style="margin-left: 35.35pt; text-indent: -14.15pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a name="Label3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-SG"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;You strictly follow rules, and you expect other people to be the same as well. People can get tired of you easily, as you can make them feel a little guilty about themselves. You always make decisions on your own, and can be dismissive of other people's advice. You like to be the leader in groups, but can forget to be concerned about the people you are with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="TableContents" style="margin-left: 35.35pt; text-indent: -14.15pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a name="Label4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-SG"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;Your peers think of you as a fun person, but sometimes you can be a little irresponsible. You can be somewhat childish, and can try to ignore the fact that you will one day need to really grow up and be a mature adult! Perhaps you could start reading good books; they might help you look at the world in a different light. You do want to be taken seriously, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="TableContents" style="margin: 0in 0in 14.15pt 35.35pt; text-indent: -14.15pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a name="Label5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-SG"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;Your boyfriend believes that you are a strong and independent person. Your confidence and cheerfulness make you an attractive person to be around, but sometimes you need to pay more attention to what other people, including your boyfriend, are thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 14.15pt 35.35pt; text-indent: -14.15pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-SG"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;You are a shopaholic. You love to shop until you drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 14.15pt 35.35pt; text-indent: -14.15pt; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-SG"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;You desire a love that will last forever. You are quite serious about finding this type of love, and that's why you think carefully about the men that you meet before deciding whether you could really love them. You don't just develop a crush on someone overnight: you look at a person's personality and other aspects of their life before deciding to form an attachment. If a guy doesn't meet your expectations, you would rather be alone. Your love has to be perfect. Be careful though, you could be missing out on some worthy relationships because your standards are so high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;font-size:78%;"&gt;Each of us is something of a schizophrenic personality, tragically divided against ourselves.  ~Martin Luther King, Jr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-1278423300727007154?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/1278423300727007154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=1278423300727007154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/1278423300727007154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/1278423300727007154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/03/guess-what.html' title='guess what?'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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-824892727216940021.post-945667510608186842</id><published>2009-03-22T12:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:38:32.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;To say of something which is that it is not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; or to say of something which is not that it is, is false. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;However, to say of something which is that it is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt; or of something which is not that it is not, is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Aristotelian definition of truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-945667510608186842?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/945667510608186842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=945667510608186842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/945667510608186842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/945667510608186842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-say-of-something-which-is-that-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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-824892727216940021.post-8473761127967964153</id><published>2009-03-20T12:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:10:07.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/ScMWt5WqAvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QXYNJjRaMMA/s1600-h/1f10f0fc5e1153797958617c20a626ef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/ScMWt5WqAvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QXYNJjRaMMA/s320/1f10f0fc5e1153797958617c20a626ef.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315116962973090546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;' So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,&lt;br /&gt;So long as lives this, this gives life to thee.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-8473761127967964153?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8473761127967964153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=8473761127967964153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/8473761127967964153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/8473761127967964153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-long-as-men-can-breathe-or-eyes-can.html' title=''/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/ScMWt5WqAvI/AAAAAAAAAIA/QXYNJjRaMMA/s72-c/1f10f0fc5e1153797958617c20a626ef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-6661879858242741964</id><published>2009-03-20T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:02:29.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A PLAY - bewitched, bothered and bewildered -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/ScMU6VakMII/AAAAAAAAAHg/fQf-hH39XRs/s1600-h/Page_17__Blood_by_BellaMidnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/ScMU6VakMII/AAAAAAAAAHg/fQf-hH39XRs/s320/Page_17__Blood_by_BellaMidnight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315114977640853634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I : PROLOGUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bright morning,&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a sigh,&lt;br /&gt;The yellow mynahs chirping,&lt;br /&gt;At a tree, so high....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colourful butterfly fluttered by,&lt;br /&gt;As I looked out the window,&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonderful sight I can't deny,&lt;br /&gt;With sheep and lamb gazing at the meadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fascinating scent of roses,&lt;br /&gt;Blended well with the smell of wet, wooden oaks,&lt;br /&gt;The pleasant aroma of strong coffee wafted as I sipped,&lt;br /&gt;Warm, dark, bitter potion down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;II : APPROACH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chair creaked, the plate cluttered,&lt;br /&gt;Someone is sitting down for breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;Surprised...my imagination wandered,&lt;br /&gt;I left the table in haste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tv tuned, the radio played,&lt;br /&gt;Only God knew how fearful that moment was,&lt;br /&gt;Alone, waiting for salvation, I prayed,&lt;br /&gt;Time passed, didn't know how long has pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;III : THE MURDER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was killed, eaten and no less,&lt;br /&gt;By a bunch of goons, called vampires,&lt;br /&gt;I was laid to rest, a restless rest,&lt;br /&gt;Unhappy soul, the vicious cycle continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IV : AWAKENING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My charming man beside me,&lt;br /&gt;Spooning me with cake and cream,&lt;br /&gt;I had been unconscious, oh I see....&lt;br /&gt;And it was all a stupid dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-6661879858242741964?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6661879858242741964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=6661879858242741964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/6661879858242741964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/6661879858242741964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/03/play-bewitched-bothered-and-bewildered.html' title='A PLAY - bewitched, bothered and bewildered -'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/ScMU6VakMII/AAAAAAAAAHg/fQf-hH39XRs/s72-c/Page_17__Blood_by_BellaMidnight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-6658208679385595283</id><published>2009-03-20T11:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:42:23.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of City and Lost Integrity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/ScMQgkGMtUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pXg2TpscoYs/s1600-h/The_hesitatioN____by_estellamestella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/ScMQgkGMtUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pXg2TpscoYs/s320/The_hesitatioN____by_estellamestella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315110136858850626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing new. I have witnessed a plethora more before this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it has probably even happened since the Stone Age.&lt;br /&gt;Such is the legacy of Homo sapiens, a&lt;br /&gt;species which eternally carves a web of destruction.&lt;br /&gt;The 'zeitgeist' is a weed to me, when one gets exterminated, five sprout again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I label it a plague? This virus infects the simple individual, morphing them&lt;br /&gt;into lesser mammals. Come to think of it,&lt;br /&gt;mammals never assault their families. Where then should harbingers of this plague be classified,&lt;br /&gt;if not into lesser creatures? Lesser monsters? Not like they care, though.&lt;br /&gt;They only wish to remain outside thick iron columns where they belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the crimson, stained on my vision.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the blood, the cries, the violence, everything.&lt;br /&gt;A memento of my burden of responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;This case was an unussually elementary arrest, considering his room housed a fresh corpse, or rather, what was a corpse. An Autopsy was necessary to identify contents of the bag ;&lt;br /&gt;unrecognizable limbs and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the gaze of hate, stood the essence of evil, a demon. It testified to the slaughter of a maiden, the victim of madness, his soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;He is a thief, stealing her time, her future. He is a coward, attacking a helpless damsel.&lt;br /&gt;He is a fool, mincing a woman, his life partner, his bride.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, justice has arms and employs a scale by which there is no redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is deja vu a thousand times over to me,&lt;br /&gt;meaning the pain of thousands immolated on the altar of destruction.&lt;br /&gt;I am but a mortal, a caretaker moving weed on an endless plain&lt;br /&gt;only for it to return more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;What will the community of man notice this insult?&lt;br /&gt;Need more souls be taken from us in this international outrage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-6658208679385595283?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6658208679385595283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=6658208679385595283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/6658208679385595283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/6658208679385595283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-city-and-lost-integrity.html' title='Of City and Lost Integrity.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/ScMQgkGMtUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/pXg2TpscoYs/s72-c/The_hesitatioN____by_estellamestella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-3862862655715789273</id><published>2009-03-10T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:28:56.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for crying out loud!</title><content type='html'>“ Two ducks check into a hotel,” said Eamon. ' Best hotel in Kilcarney. Big weekend for the ducks. But – no, listen. They get up to their rooms and discover they don't have any condoms. No problem says the man duck – I'll get room service to send some up. Call down to room service. Eventually the boy appears with the condoms. He says – Do you want me to put these in your bill, sir? And the duck, he says – Do I look like some kind of pervert to you?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-3862862655715789273?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/3862862655715789273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=3862862655715789273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/3862862655715789273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/3862862655715789273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-crying-out-loud.html' title='for crying out loud!'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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-824892727216940021.post-4317639248147287444</id><published>2009-03-10T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:26:09.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some things just never change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" but we get angry when career-seeking women,&lt;br /&gt;shandy ladies and certain starlets&lt;br /&gt;and actresses use every opportunity to display their&lt;br /&gt;anatomy unasked!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-4317639248147287444?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/4317639248147287444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=4317639248147287444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/4317639248147287444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/4317639248147287444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-things-will-never-change.html' title='some things just never change.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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-824892727216940021.post-8018159317013208162</id><published>2009-03-09T19:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:05:05.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lackadaisical.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/ScMV4vanjNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/MmUBp4jCjc8/s1600-h/T__by_chromophobicrayons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/ScMV4vanjNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/MmUBp4jCjc8/s320/T__by_chromophobicrayons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315116049772285138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again another day to attempt. with doubts about what is going to happen, will i win a lottery or perish in a car crash. the recent occasions abruptly striked me in my mind. events were sketched, melodies were heard, faces i recall. i paint, me on the brinks. as i dived to not worry about what my tomorrow will bring. another day is like a stolid child to candies, a blind man without his walking stick - liveless. a heart no wanting to beat. well, just another phase of life that everyone will have to go through. you can't only have your ups all the time. there are also the downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be who you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is to be enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to share who you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is to share enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to do what you love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is to do enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there is no race to win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and nothing to be proven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only dreams to be nurtured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a self to be expressed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and love to be shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never doubt your worth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and always know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without any doubt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you are truly valued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-8018159317013208162?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8018159317013208162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=8018159317013208162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/8018159317013208162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/8018159317013208162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/03/lackadaisical.html' title='lackadaisical.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/ScMV4vanjNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/MmUBp4jCjc8/s72-c/T__by_chromophobicrayons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-2651674702102199240</id><published>2009-02-27T01:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:06:40.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.it wasn't for her to decide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/ScMWNyqOy5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/z3lAaWfCJyk/s1600-h/Just_Like_My_Metal__by_Luv_Addict.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/ScMWNyqOy5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/z3lAaWfCJyk/s320/Just_Like_My_Metal__by_Luv_Addict.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315116411420330898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Things were different, you used to earn on what not gotten but once you have it, it's just different. We are all human. I have been trying real hard. But things have not fallen into place as I wanted. No one to be blame actually, I was putting in false hope wrong person and i my senses weren't working right as well. It was easy for you to say that, ' We should just keep just as we are....' I loved it as well at the beginning but soon I found out it was difficult to manage those words. Even more difficult to put those words into practice. As I wait patiently for your call that never seemed to reach me, I had to lower down my ego to do that call. I wasn't sure on what I was hoping from you myself. Yes, not right timing. Both confused what is our feelings trying to tell us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;When i noticed how much you cared for her, I was just too envious. How you took care of her by making sure everything was fine, by always making things work out the way she wanted. I just lost hope. I had no place in the picture, in your picture. I am telling myself again and again to wake up from my little fantasy world. It's time I face the truth. Its good that you have the thing of getting into one serious relationship and I do not want to spoil it. She is a fine lady herself. You have picked right. She must be really lucky to have someone like you. If she doesn't knows that, I do. Take care of her, love her. Tell her how much you care.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;I know things are very messy at the moment and we both definitely need some time alone. Do not bother regretting on what was done, the decisions made, as all have already come to past. Memories will remain as they are and it is also time for us to move on. I do not see where both of us are going. Both trying so hard to please each other but forgot about ourselves. I hope things will work out fine. I, myself do not know how do I want things to be. I just want to hear those laughs we once had, the smiles once seen and not two strangers walking on separate roads. And yes i was wrong about just going with the flow. There is more beyond of what's unseen. It is now up to us both on how things should workout. I can't be doing this alone as it works both ways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-2651674702102199240?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2651674702102199240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=2651674702102199240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/2651674702102199240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/2651674702102199240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-wasnt-for-her-to-decide.html' title='.it wasn&apos;t for her to decide.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/ScMWNyqOy5I/AAAAAAAAAH4/z3lAaWfCJyk/s72-c/Just_Like_My_Metal__by_Luv_Addict.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-2564939949917784594</id><published>2009-02-25T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:37:51.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a confession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;i love you dad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-2564939949917784594?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/2564939949917784594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=2564939949917784594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/2564939949917784594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/2564939949917784594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/02/confession_25.html' title='a confession.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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-824892727216940021.post-8995578707772568332</id><published>2009-02-13T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:20:47.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its not what you think.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Eden yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mum was craving for seafood and i don't know why she craved so badly and mum,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please don't surprise me with a third child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She also had a friend to join us. They had seafood while my tummy didn't feel like having seafood, i had salad instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Sean about school and what have i been doing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which i didn't know how to answer that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't been doing anything like technically nothing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That explains why dad has been so mad at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going back, when i was talking and then AAAHHHH!!! i broke my toe nail! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My big toe nail on the left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, my toe nails were pretty long and i was lifting and placing it down against the foot rest below the table until! OUUCHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was awfully painful. I was in agony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mum was like , ' Don't be a drama queen. Show me where.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was bleeding and goshhh i just couldn't see blood and neither mum could. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She got the car and she sent me to the clinic. Oh goshh you should see Sean's face. He was laughing i tell you. I'll get you Sean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in the clinic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The idiot doctor was just looking and staring at my toe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do something about it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He might be thinking that it's ridiculous to go to the clinic just over a broken toe nail and maybe does not have any idea how to attend to that nail of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i was, SOO?? Then he started cutting my toe nail and i screamed hard. Real hard i tell you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was horribly painful! He gave me an injection on my right arm to avoid the wound from being infected and also another close to my toe to numb it since he couldn't do much as i didn't allow him to touch it as it was extremely painful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even after the injection, i could still feel the pain but i had to get over it. Bit my teeth hard and mann i was in grieve. It was just a toe and i'm already acting as if it's a major surgery. I SOO do not know how mum managed giving birth to the two of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toe really tortured me. I couldn't sleep well nor walk well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up early as mum decided to take me to the clinic to do some dressing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As i lifted the toe of mine, it glided against my comforter and again causing the pain! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hell it was HELL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then as i walked down my steps, i tripped as there was a small puddle of water and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i screamed for the maid! It might get me killed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My toe hit straight towards the wall and i screamed again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like crying out load. It was so uncomfortable having a wounded toe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the clinic, the doctor took off the bandage and said that i should air the wound as it will heal faster. I was sent to my apartment as mum didn't want me to walk too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As i entered the front door, i literally forgot about the step before my front door and hurt my toe again! GOSHH, i was suppose to be more careful with this disable toe of mine but things turned out the other way round. Oh God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were so not the same when i was in kl. Haha. I'm serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little misfortunes that i got myself into. I forgot to close my balcony's door which made me got sniffles and not mentioning my air conditional was at 16 degrees. I always have this spot under a huge tree which i'll place my lazy chair and read a book in the evenings which now has been taken by this other guy which God knows where he came from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it's public property but sti-ILL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i thought to myself again, it's not the little misfortunes that i got myself into. It is the state that i am in. Well when you are in love, you tend to think about the person you love allot, remembering the days together, how you guys met yada yada yada.... Yea. Pretty much like that i suppose. So when you start thinking about this person of yours you tend to not bother about what's happening around you and tadaaaa slips,trips and you name it. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am still laughing about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-8995578707772568332?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8995578707772568332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=8995578707772568332&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/8995578707772568332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/8995578707772568332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-not-what-you-think.html' title='its not what you think.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-4838008006538026888</id><published>2009-02-11T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:29:24.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you tell me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MEN&lt;/span&gt; are guided NOT by theirs brains BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;their&lt;strong&gt; eyes&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;GENITALS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Joan Rivers-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-4838008006538026888?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/4838008006538026888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=4838008006538026888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/4838008006538026888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/4838008006538026888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-tell-me.html' title='you tell me.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-8768090601628431811</id><published>2009-02-10T04:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:09:10.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty two</title><content type='html'>1.I once dreamt of driving an uber &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;sexy red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Cadillac XLR Roadster and i finally decided that dad should get me one for my 21st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i'm still confused on getting an&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; iphone or not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; learn how to play &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;POOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dad has to get me a pool table and an instructor real quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Coffee doesn't keeps me awake. Its just &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my mindset.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I want my father to be present when I get married. But I want my brother to walk me down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my patrick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He answers to my calls, and when I talk to him, he always knows what to reply. When I cry, he sits on my lap. When things are okay, he's always somewhere nearby. Like right now, he's under my bed. My puppy is awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love musicals. I never miss watching the Tony Awards and I desperately want to visit Broadway one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm very &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;nostalgic&lt;/span&gt;. Each year I have a box where I would keep the things that people gave me. Even if it was a crappy piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I want a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag Heuer Diamond Link&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I love to dream &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; but i'm also afraid of not achieving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I love standing out. Who wants to be like everyone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I've got this new addiction for&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;perfumes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I have more than &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 teddy bears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lying beside me everynight and i still want more. speak about being greedy. but i can't help it. i just love teddy bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. i simply love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;surprises!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. i get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;really excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when getting a text message. i don't know how did that come about but yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. since i haven't decided on a haircut that suits me well i was thinking i should shave my hair &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;bald&lt;/span&gt; so that i can change my hairstyle everyday. WIGS! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. i currently have nothing to do but to just waste time as i&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;do not want to start studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i'm just not prepared. not yet on driving which sometimes is because i'm very afraid of managing a car. i'm serious. it's like you controlling this GIGANTIC machine which doesn't wants to listen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. i love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tea parties!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. i love the combination of&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;white &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;as to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;garlic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is my all time favorite ingredient! it goes well with any food. but i don't like it raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. i simply love &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUSHI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i have the fear of growing old. i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to bare responsibilities!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-8768090601628431811?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/8768090601628431811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=8768090601628431811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/8768090601628431811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/8768090601628431811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/02/twenty-two.html' title='twenty two'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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-824892727216940021.post-6488423238847307802</id><published>2009-02-10T03:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T03:51:09.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>listen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;experience is what you get &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you do not follow instructions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-6488423238847307802?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6488423238847307802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=6488423238847307802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/6488423238847307802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/6488423238847307802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/02/listen.html' title='listen.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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-824892727216940021.post-7541897109162834944</id><published>2009-02-09T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:53:03.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i love about you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SZBCpH3bFNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2bb9tjxfmRY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300810035668653266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SZBCpH3bFNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2bb9tjxfmRY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I love when you make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;I love when you make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I love when you say,' Baby it's alright. Everything is going to workout just fine'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when you gaze into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I love when you hold me tight.&lt;br /&gt;I love to sit by your side to see you drive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love to hold your hand while you drive.&lt;br /&gt;I love to talk on the phone with you. All night long.&lt;br /&gt;I love when your arms are around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when you kiss my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;I love when you play with my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love when you call me yours.&lt;br /&gt;I love when you care.&lt;br /&gt;I love when you worry about me.&lt;br /&gt;I love you for being you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-7541897109162834944?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7541897109162834944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=7541897109162834944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/7541897109162834944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/7541897109162834944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-i-love-about-you.html' title='what i love about you.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SZBCpH3bFNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/2bb9tjxfmRY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-1501100876797495464</id><published>2009-02-09T22:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T03:39:29.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ponder upon it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I personally believe the best training is management by example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't believe what i say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Believe what i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Carlos Ghosn-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-1501100876797495464?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/1501100876797495464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=1501100876797495464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/1501100876797495464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/1501100876797495464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/02/your-gurdian-angel.html' title='ponder upon it.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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-824892727216940021.post-907447323213209950</id><published>2009-02-09T22:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:23:55.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never really knew you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought you were just another friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when I got to know you,I let my heart unbend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't help past memories that would only make me cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to forget my first love and give love another try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you love someone so deep inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems like it's so easy to hide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've loved him for so very long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You would think he could do no wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every day you would hope and pray.&lt;br /&gt;That he would always stay this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i am i love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300802289206693010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SZA7mOC-DJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ggza80mTSf8/s320/Video+call+snapshot+8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-907447323213209950?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/907447323213209950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=907447323213209950&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/907447323213209950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/907447323213209950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/02/your-guardian-angel.html' title='i&apos;m in love.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SZA7mOC-DJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ggza80mTSf8/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot+8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-7335594887713341767</id><published>2009-01-28T13:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:22:07.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask and u shall NOT be given.</title><content type='html'>I asked for &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strength&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Difficulties&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to make me strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wisdom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problems&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prosperity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brain&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brawn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Troubled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God gave me &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opportunities.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;needed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&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/824892727216940021-7335594887713341767?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/7335594887713341767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=7335594887713341767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/7335594887713341767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/7335594887713341767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/01/ask-and-u-shall-not-be-given.html' title='Ask and u shall NOT be given.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-898135938398001796</id><published>2009-01-27T01:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T03:15:08.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love suffers long and is kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love does not envy .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love does not parade itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is not puffed up does not behave rudely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love does not seek its own, is not provoked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love thinks no evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Love bears all things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love believes all things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love hopes all things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love endures all things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love never fails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-898135938398001796?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/898135938398001796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=898135938398001796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/898135938398001796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/898135938398001796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/01/ponder-upon-it.html' title='love is.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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-824892727216940021.post-6565397750603118323</id><published>2009-01-27T01:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:41:13.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have learnt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SX31uIMT9gI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y9gLOKferc0/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295658909679482370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SX31uIMT9gI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y9gLOKferc0/s320/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After coming back from lunch, as I walked to my house gate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pause, where are my house keys? Damn it. Its on my dressing table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up late, totally forgot about lunch with the rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a quick shower and there, i left my keys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The maid went to grandma's as they had to prepare for tommorow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I entered the car and off to the mall to kill time. Parents were at grandma's, helping out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, not that I didn't want to go but there were so many people there already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't quite like the crowded environment. I didnt want to walk. I just had no mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It wasn't my day I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sat alone at coffee bean. As I gaze out the shop's mirror, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the memories of what happened rushed in like a gust of wind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As it was just yesterday you were around. It was long since we talked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just too long. Both busy with our own obligations. Well I do think of you time to time tho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even in the midst of so many things running in my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your name slips in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I wonder, should I just tell you? Then again. I had no guts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things were just different after you left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only recall what happened during the good old days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No frequent calls or text messeges. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we grew apart, things reversed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memories remained as they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waves are now still waters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paper hearts are now ashes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashes blown by the wind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not even the slightest sight of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I sketched your face on my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being only with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your smile that always makes my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those are already history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been long since we knew each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But not at this state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I have learnt allot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its definitely not as easy as getting to know each other and then a relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It takes more than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More effort. More time spent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting to know each other beyond what expect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends will remain as friends and nothing more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A friend will react differently if mentioned your feelings towards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its just a norm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nor the future with its untold stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I can be there now when you need me to care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't tell you who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can only love you and be your friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, another day to face tomorrow with no regrets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just another lesson learnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-6565397750603118323?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6565397750603118323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=6565397750603118323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/6565397750603118323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/6565397750603118323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-learnt.html' title='i have learnt.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SX31uIMT9gI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y9gLOKferc0/s72-c/DSC00074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-4088553971863109113</id><published>2009-01-25T22:10:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:34:21.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well it has been only a month or so since i left school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am already starting to miss them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss the laughters together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss the familiar faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss studying at night with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss the late night movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just miss u, guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was strong headed back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;' .......I will not miss any of this i tell u....'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those were my words back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My years there, the experiences gained, memories.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you had definetly taught me allot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;how to smile in a time of trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;how to stand firm on both my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;how to not judge but to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SXyDbYkA2zI/AAAAAAAAACU/58tQDfWaQ_g/s1600-h/IMG_4585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295251768354069298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SXyDbYkA2zI/AAAAAAAAACU/58tQDfWaQ_g/s320/IMG_4585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; titanz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SXx9PXYzBZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BR0AzwRhePg/s1600-h/IMG_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295244964810392978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SXx9PXYzBZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BR0AzwRhePg/s320/IMG_0418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grooming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we did have fun. so much of it infact!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thumbs up for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ms lai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she isn't bad after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all for our better future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SXx6lHT23ZI/AAAAAAAAABU/JXVEAt8IWks/s1600-h/IMG_0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295242039916944786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SXx6lHT23ZI/AAAAAAAAABU/JXVEAt8IWks/s320/IMG_0672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was during the kyser's weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohh, we had talent i tell you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we did this indian dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;illya was definitely the star of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SXx3tzCuh0I/AAAAAAAAABE/OVFIlPZqOZI/s1600-h/IMG_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295238890560325442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SXx3tzCuh0I/AAAAAAAAABE/OVFIlPZqOZI/s320/IMG_0474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i can't imagine my 5 years without friends like you wonderful people.&lt;br /&gt;bringing in the lovely memories.&lt;br /&gt;it keeps getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SXx2TycYi6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/qEAqra-Mbkg/s1600-h/IMG_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295237344211274658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SXx2TycYi6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/qEAqra-Mbkg/s320/IMG_0473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my dorm. my girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;how i miss the midnight pillow talks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;late night snacks together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;grumbling about the teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;haha. i stil love u girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;these 10 girls have made the year 2008 an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;unforgettable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 Rajin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A class of disaster they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;many teachers gave up on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;too noisy, too lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;all said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we had our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we didn't give up along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we were on each other's back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;slowly we climbed the ladder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we had our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SXx1S-riNXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ugnGdMBJaDc/s1600-h/Picture0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295236230804551026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SXx1S-riNXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ugnGdMBJaDc/s320/Picture0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they always have something in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SXx067GvEYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mAH2oLU1Dpg/s1600-h/Picture0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295235817528037762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SXx067GvEYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mAH2oLU1Dpg/s320/Picture0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; owh the two rascal. i will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;always bringing laughter to the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SXx0H1iazNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GlVXRl-2k8I/s1600-h/Picture0032+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295234939860208850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SXx0H1iazNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GlVXRl-2k8I/s320/Picture0032+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another moment together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295233962907164050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SXxzO-GqXZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/DJMIc0HMmXo/s320/Picture0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the girls are lovely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the guys, naughty as they are, they are stil awesome ppl i tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my dear friends out there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are all going our separate ways already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the years together shall we remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;keep the sweet, neglect the bitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hardest part of any friendship is when it is time to say goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as we might like things to stay the same, change is an inevitable part of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The universe may seem huge and the rift between friends on opposite side of the world may seem a great distance indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are many tools available with which we can communicate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;such as letters, phones, email etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even without these tools, there is a secret that only real friends know, and it is this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the mountains and valleys in the world cannot separate friends whose hearts are as one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my 5 years there, priceless.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-4088553971863109113?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/4088553971863109113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=4088553971863109113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/4088553971863109113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/4088553971863109113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-miss.html' title='i miss.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SXyDbYkA2zI/AAAAAAAAACU/58tQDfWaQ_g/s72-c/IMG_4585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-824892727216940021.post-9133183850949157203</id><published>2009-01-25T21:22:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T03:58:59.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 random facts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wkmwCPeEP7Y/SZB5TwFICMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BXbDmKRGYmc/s1600-h/i+lyke+my+curls.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. i love the smell of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pacific paradise, escada&lt;/span&gt;. it just smells so nice. but i can't get it anymore since it's a limited edition scent. BUT dad! i want it i want it! i only have my empty bottle to look at right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. i will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; play bowling ever in my life since i've got a history about it and i will never even think of holding the bowling ball again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. I have been afraid of the&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; dark&lt;/span&gt; and still am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. I still think that there's a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;monster&lt;/span&gt; in everyone's closet which wants to come out to play and i make sure that my closet is always close to ensure that mr monster gets the message that he has&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; no invitation&lt;/span&gt; into my room. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. I believe my imagination can run really really&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; wild&lt;/span&gt; at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. i sleep really late and get up really early and that explains why i've not been growing taller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. i tell my mum literally &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERYTHING!&lt;/span&gt; I'm serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8.i LOVE the&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. i love talking on the phone for&lt;strong&gt; long hours&lt;/strong&gt; rather than texting and i still don't know why. that can be proven through my phone bills though. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; when dad starts telling me what to do. it bugs me and he always wants things to go his way. it's not fair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. i&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people too very easily. the advise not to talk to strangers isn't working as i find everyone so nice until and unless they bitch me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. i love going to the nail parlour to do my nails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. i've learnt keeping problems to yourself makes it worst. so i've been getting hold of people that i CAN trust and showering them with my problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. i love to see the sun set and rise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. i want to be smart but i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;do NOT want to work&lt;/span&gt; and i seriously do not know how can the two fuse but yeap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. i'm afraid of&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. NO. seriously. is not as if they bite but. they're like tigers always watching out for victims. they have nothing to lose while the ladies..EVERYTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. i want to learn ballroom dancing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. i love&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; DESSERTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. i'm still yet to discipline myself to start getting enough of sleep to grow taller and i still &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;want to grow taller&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. i would want to climb &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mount everest&lt;/span&gt; before i die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21. i'm addicted to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt; and my whole body system will not be functioning well if i hadn't drank any for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. i love &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dresses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. although the number of dresses are outnumbered. i still want plenty and plenty of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Love&lt;/span&gt; is the best feeling in the world. Those cliches people coined? Yeah, they exist for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24. i would want a guy that is&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; smarter than i am&lt;/span&gt;. sounds silly but yeap. him accepting me for how 'unsmart' of me. he can then teach me and i would definitely love to learn from him. it's much easier for you to learn from someone you love and adore. you get to spend more time with him still though=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;25. i'm still yet to find him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-9133183850949157203?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/9133183850949157203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=9133183850949157203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/9133183850949157203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/9133183850949157203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-life.html' title='25 random facts.'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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-824892727216940021.post-6541673101657355969</id><published>2008-03-15T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:36:18.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a start!</title><content type='html'>i don't know what put me into this, but i just felt i need to start blogging.WHY??i guess i gotta try dis way-of-expressing-how-u-feel kinda thing n yes, having to deal with screens n keyboard.Wonder who started with the blogging idea?A smart way of having to let the world know how one's feels.I guess everyone wants to be heard.Its just like draining large sum of cash to an unknown , them hearing u out for a few sessions and somehow giving advises.Its a similar concept altogether.Comments as advises,viewers as doctors.Not making conclusions about psychologist but I'm just trying to understand this whole image of this new generation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/824892727216940021-6541673101657355969?l=manyoke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/feeds/6541673101657355969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=824892727216940021&amp;postID=6541673101657355969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/6541673101657355969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/824892727216940021/posts/default/6541673101657355969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manyoke.blogspot.com/2008/03/start.html' title='a start!'/><author><name>ramblings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585670088008606288</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></feed>
