<?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-7592386</id><updated>2011-11-28T07:59:06.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gender bombs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Sx0rZgrNsyI/AAAAAAAAANw/_O44NgqqN0U/s1600-h/6a00c10e0f6587d3b400d09e77d269be2b-500pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Sx0rZgrNsyI/AAAAAAAAANw/_O44NgqqN0U/s320/6a00c10e0f6587d3b400d09e77d269be2b-500pi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412530044437115682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tomorrow, at 0830hrs, will be the day that will evolve me into a man. finally after more than 21years and  15days. no points for guessing where i'll serve my time. see you people soon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"tonight everything last kopek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;football manager, pes09, etc"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Sx0rZgrNsyI/AAAAAAAAANw/_O44NgqqN0U/s72-c/6a00c10e0f6587d3b400d09e77d269be2b-500pi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592386.post-8835431435809938860</id><published>2009-11-18T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:41:35.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/SwLNfgsGLiI/AAAAAAAAANo/LK3ri431YrU/s1600/DSC_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/SwLNfgsGLiI/AAAAAAAAANo/LK3ri431YrU/s320/DSC_0507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405108444032544290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy 21st birthday twins.&lt;div&gt;may you girls grow up looking similar always. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ain; mon amoureux, toujours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-8835431435809938860?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/8835431435809938860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=8835431435809938860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KSxpLDuekVw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" width="355" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QvqnQAo6Dkk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" width="355" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;maximum adrenaline rush. i admire them for what they do and doing it without holding anything back. gotta admire them for that. other than guts these guys are just normal people living life to their fullest. something that not many people are doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in a way these guys inspire me. although i know its rather impossible for me to do what they do but taking the assence of how they do it, we can really learn alot. take for example; have you ever wished you could do something that you thought was impossible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and now, i need to start doing stuffs that i once thought was impossible. if we believe we can do it, then we can. if it doesnt work out well just think back that the thought of it was already an achievement nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"metal mulisha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7592386-1412109173466058435?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/1412109173466058435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=1412109173466058435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/1412109173466058435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/1412109173466058435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2009/11/maximum-adrenaline-rush.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-2195878734230562466</id><published>2009-09-10T00:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:19:04.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;angsty. not whiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe working behind the scenes doesnt really bring satisfaction cos you dont even get a simple acknowledgement about the good job done&lt;br /&gt;maybe people should start being thankful that people around them actually put alot of effort to make them happy&lt;br /&gt;maybe when you keep things to yourself and choose not to share makes people think that youre actually shallow on knowledge and when you eventually speak out youre not given the attention cos basically youre still shallow on knowledge to them&lt;br /&gt;maybe the meaning of close friends doesnt really exist cos everyone is selfish enough to not lend a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;maybe the reason youre there in the first place is because you have something that they dont&lt;br /&gt;maybe they talk to much cos they havent seen life that much and they think you are too just because you dont share it with them&lt;br /&gt;maybe this angst kept in me is building up so much that i think i need to finally let it out&lt;br /&gt;maybe sometims guys do have pms. personal manmade stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people have choices. i made mine and i dont like how its building up. it gets so frustrating and irritating at times. and maybe theres no way to change it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im tight on cash right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everytime i save, it gets used up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everytime it gets used up, im missing my date with beyonce even more.&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/7592386-2195878734230562466?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/2195878734230562466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=2195878734230562466' title='0 Comments'/><link 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for me. not too good and not that bad either. its kinda in between for most of the time. this year will be my graduation year and the ever famous national service that has become slightly infamous over the years for me. time really flies as you get older. we should enjoy each and every second of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with that, i think i should take a short getaway during my holidays. maybe in march or probably august or september. maybe head down on a road trip to Cherating. or just laze over the sunny beaches of Redang or try surfing over at Bali's crazy waves. Phuket isnt a bad idea also. haha this is purely just me and my wild thoughts. but the chances are quite good. around a ratio of 1:5 i guess. we'll see how it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;before all that is gonna happen, i still have school to think about. really have to put in all the effort i have for this round. graduate, get the diploma and straight to national service. it sucks to be the only one who is still having pink ic amongst the guys. or should i say men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my hope for 2009?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;peace and love in the world man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;israel, please fuck off from palestine. its not yours and will never be yours. get a life.&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/7592386-6457460642618817918?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/6457460642618817918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=6457460642618817918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/6457460642618817918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/6457460642618817918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-far-2009-has-been-going-kinda-well.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-820855664230210084</id><published>2009-01-12T01:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T02:09:45.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/SXNtlRi3PGI/AAAAAAAAANg/jj9Y6f4lcKU/s1600-h/IMG_1734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/SXNtlRi3PGI/AAAAAAAAANg/jj9Y6f4lcKU/s320/IMG_1734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292694474222681186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amrx nia; numero uno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;le cinquième&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7592386-820855664230210084?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/820855664230210084/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592386.post-823682255556517543</id><published>2009-01-08T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:40:40.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/SWTZhqQmjwI/AAAAAAAAANY/5cIkqpPUNcA/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/SWTZhqQmjwI/AAAAAAAAANY/5cIkqpPUNcA/s320/scan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288591034742640386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;classmates of '94&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;take a look at that. a class photo taken around 15years ago. the first class photo i remembered and probably the oldest class photo i have kept with me. it brings memories just looking at them. the funny thing is that i know a number of them now and we didnt realise it until we saw the photo. we still do keep in contact but most of them are uncontactable. wonder how they look like now. thanks to ila for uploading this picture at facebook. maybe if there's a chance, we could all meet up again and take a similar photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;oh yar, emek was in the same kindergaten as me. different classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the world is small. or maybe its just singapore. or even maybe just jurong.&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/7592386-823682255556517543?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/823682255556517543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=823682255556517543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/823682255556517543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/823682255556517543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2009/01/classmates-of-94-take-look-at-that.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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/_OMxz6JodqFQ/SWTZhqQmjwI/AAAAAAAAANY/5cIkqpPUNcA/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592386.post-5968141392176167854</id><published>2009-01-05T01:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:32:07.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="255" width="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sRbKzumSPVw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sRbKzumSPVw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="355" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"just wanna be free,&lt;div&gt;through the love in your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sweet tides"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amrx nia.&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/7592386-5968141392176167854?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/5968141392176167854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=5968141392176167854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/5968141392176167854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/5968141392176167854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2009/01/embrace-ourselves.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-1798629259808899942</id><published>2008-11-27T00:05:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T02:13:17.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;cos pictures speak a thousand words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/SWD7t-Z_IMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qAtvQIEDnMQ/s1600-h/IMG_1853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287502729797640386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/SWD7t-Z_IMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qAtvQIEDnMQ/s320/IMG_1853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273000970087416658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/SS12cdpZw1I/AAAAAAAAAMw/dgSsBtJ_HYo/s320/IMG_1786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/SS13YDafChI/AAAAAAAAANA/XTCd4iOPiE8/s1600-h/IMG_1853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273000228042857234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/SS11xRUMWxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/qk2FLiAiIHE/s320/IMG_1892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272999945277648530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/SS11gz7trpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/knl_ogOVlpk/s320/IMG_1899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a wonderful day out.&lt;br /&gt;a splendid day spent.&lt;br /&gt;its all worth the early morning rush.&lt;br /&gt;its all worth the expensive parking.&lt;br /&gt;its all worth the sweat and lethargics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple stuff with simple people.&lt;br /&gt;no complications.&lt;br /&gt;thats the way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mon amoureux,&lt;br /&gt;toujours (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-1798629259808899942?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/1798629259808899942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=1798629259808899942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/1798629259808899942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/1798629259808899942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2008/11/cos-pictures-speak-thousand-words.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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/_OMxz6JodqFQ/SWD7t-Z_IMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qAtvQIEDnMQ/s72-c/IMG_1853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592386.post-387145268096170703</id><published>2008-09-07T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:24:38.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;im beginning to see the effects. the different treatments. the hostility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eventhough its all good as it seems, thats only on the surface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i know somewhere under that facade, its a totally different feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;slowly it begins to surface. so slowly that its hardly noticable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i am now is what i am before. im still the same me. the same friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-387145268096170703?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/387145268096170703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=387145268096170703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/387145268096170703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/387145268096170703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-beginning-to-see-effects.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-5709029400638286631</id><published>2008-07-08T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:49:29.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="255" width="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KqOpMl4HD2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KqOpMl4HD2U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="355" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;europe was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;french girls are hot!&lt;br /&gt;next, tioman in august.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i have been leading an unhealthy lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;both physically and mentally. maybe academically too.&lt;br /&gt;good time management, thats all i need right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"give a little bit of attitude"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-5709029400638286631?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/5709029400638286631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=5709029400638286631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/5709029400638286631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/5709029400638286631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2008/07/europe-was-blast-french-girls-are.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-5231745672385255242</id><published>2008-05-31T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T17:45:55.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>six jours à paris.&lt;br /&gt;eurotrip on 6June till 21June.&lt;br /&gt;really looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a serious note.&lt;br /&gt;i havent been doing anything productive lately.&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe just on the academic part.&lt;br /&gt;and i have four papers for this upcoming common test.&lt;br /&gt;which starts on monday. im screwed. seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-5231745672385255242?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/5231745672385255242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=5231745672385255242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/5231745672385255242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/5231745672385255242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2008/05/six-jours-paris.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-175715143760605158</id><published>2008-05-02T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T02:30:17.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>false judgements.&lt;br /&gt;the reason of it all. not the cause.&lt;br /&gt;the cause?&lt;br /&gt;the ever common human feeling. jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it makes me wonder why such people actually exist.&lt;br /&gt;what i mean is that people who have so much free time to actually criticise your every move.&lt;br /&gt;everything you do is either wrong to them or it just pisses them off.&lt;br /&gt;it amazes me that they actually put alot of effort in doing something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's one mistake i did that i actually regretted doing is that i didnt think thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;whatever you say about me being petty, childish, irritating and whatever nots just comes back to you eventually. think. thats what you asked me to do. observe. thats what you asked me to do also.&lt;br /&gt;so here's a simple request from me, do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this problem is between you and me and no one else"&lt;br /&gt;i trusted you with that statement.&lt;br /&gt;but what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;you tell others about it. whats your motive?&lt;br /&gt;trying to make people hate me and eventually distant themselves from me?&lt;br /&gt;whatever would you wanna do that for?&lt;br /&gt;we just have to accept each other's flaws you know.&lt;br /&gt;we cant impress everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i dont really care already.&lt;br /&gt;i dont trust anything you will have to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;as for now, i'll let it be how you want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;lucky for you, my patience still runs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-175715143760605158?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/175715143760605158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=175715143760605158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/175715143760605158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/175715143760605158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2008/05/false-judgements.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-2535120932110157700</id><published>2008-04-08T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T19:17:43.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G3Ac3Pc8etA&amp;amp;hl=" width="355" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i can't find my way in&lt;br /&gt;i try again and again"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-2535120932110157700?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/2535120932110157700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=2535120932110157700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/2535120932110157700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/2535120932110157700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-find-my-way-in-i-try-again-and.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-839153998225074892</id><published>2008-03-05T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:39:59.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173938040881536066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/R82FPEif3EI/AAAAAAAAAHM/TOg0te5V_yM/s320/PICT0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173940493307862146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/R82Hd0if3II/AAAAAAAAAHs/ljdKLrN_kXI/s320/PICT0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173940149710478450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/R82HJ0if3HI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ROGYdDof_iM/s320/PICT0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn to help yourself.&lt;br /&gt;learn to trust yourself.&lt;br /&gt;learn to listen to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;learn to think for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do things yourself and for yourself only.&lt;br /&gt;cos in the end you only live for youself.&lt;br /&gt;till the day you found someone for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im tired by the kind of attitude i get from some people. it sucks like fuck although it is just a temporary feeling. i mean so what if you know some stuffs that i dont know. not everyone knows everything. there are some things that i am certain i know more but for the sake of being nice, i dont freaking ask you to shut up and let my ego out. please learn to listen for fuck sake. there is nothing wrong with being wrong sometimes. think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a fine line between being irritating and being rude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you were just rude.&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/7592386-839153998225074892?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/839153998225074892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=839153998225074892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/839153998225074892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/839153998225074892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2008/03/learn-to-help-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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/_OMxz6JodqFQ/R82FPEif3EI/AAAAAAAAAHM/TOg0te5V_yM/s72-c/PICT0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592386.post-3825519975110787737</id><published>2008-01-21T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T02:26:25.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good friends or lepak friends?&lt;br /&gt;it's weird knowing that you have a group of close friends but not sure whether they are just there for you to hang around with to fill the boring moments or someone who would sit down and really listen to you and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder. whom do i trust? are they really listening or just pretending to care. it's all the same everytime. jokes and gossips. we rarely talk about stuffs that really matter. if we do, it'll just be some funny story to the rest to have a laugh or joke at. this only happens in a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a whole different atmosphere whenever im with one or two of them. it gets a little tense and serious. conversing seems much easier to me. being heard more than being joked or laughed at. the lesser number of people in the group, the better the chances are of really getting to know a situation. the lesser the people, the lesser the arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so good friends or lepak friends?&lt;br /&gt;i guess only time will tell. the longer we stay with each other, the better friends we'll be for each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-3825519975110787737?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/3825519975110787737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=3825519975110787737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/3825519975110787737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/3825519975110787737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-friends-or-lepak-friends-its-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-2473987112123491731</id><published>2007-12-09T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T20:29:41.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="255" width="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYuyar-rrNY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYuyar-rrNY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common test starts in 2 days time.&lt;br /&gt;i am fucking stressed up right now.&lt;br /&gt;dammit. i need a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"look at the stars&lt;br /&gt;look how they shine for you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-2473987112123491731?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/2473987112123491731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=2473987112123491731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/2473987112123491731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/2473987112123491731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2007/12/common-test-starts-in-2-days-time.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-3716595792233333040</id><published>2007-11-19T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T01:27:04.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Anything Else</title><content type='html'>Thanks for letting me post at your mundane blog, monster. I use this as a way t say sorry for turning down our dinner date last Thursday okay? ): It's okay, we still have many more weeks/days t have dinner okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things t tell you, and I'm sure you have damn alot of things t action t me, when you meet me right? And I realise, other than superfriends/superclique/MMS/Junechong, you are the next special person that knows everything that is revovling around me. And all I've got t say is that THANK YOU MONSTER, for always being there for me, although you may have not realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn sure we couldn't stay as friends after whatever happend between us, but something/someone proved me wrong. And I'm glad everything is working out this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a good boy, and do well in school, cause I know you are very busy with you social life. Sweet dreams (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-3716595792233333040?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/3716595792233333040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=3716595792233333040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/3716595792233333040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/3716595792233333040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2007/11/say-anything-else.html' title='Say Anything Else'/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-7274890029141629694</id><published>2007-10-08T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:40:00.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rwn-TGMXzoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BT-k0zB1MZ0/s1600-h/KarmaPolice_Law-of-Reciprocity.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118902055516753538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rwn-TGMXzoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BT-k0zB1MZ0/s320/KarmaPolice_Law-of-Reciprocity.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess karma just hit you straight in the face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe you should consider the way you're feeling right now to how i felt that saturday night. now tell me. where was my pride that night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still cant believe its over too.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you can see it clearly now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things dont always go the way you planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it doesnt really matter how much faith you have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without trust and sincerity, the promises are empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, i told you so.&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/7592386-7274890029141629694?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rwn-TGMXzoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BT-k0zB1MZ0/s72-c/KarmaPolice_Law-of-Reciprocity.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592386.post-6676672406616922023</id><published>2007-09-15T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T18:52:00.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;i sit down and i think.&lt;br /&gt;what good things have i done?&lt;br /&gt;what have i done to make my life better?&lt;br /&gt;can i do anything? must i do something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i cant continue being how i am now forever.&lt;br /&gt;i have to be more practical in my thinking.&lt;br /&gt;i cant just be carefree every single time.&lt;br /&gt;and taking things as they come.&lt;br /&gt;i have to have a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;a reason, maybe a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i already have a dream.&lt;br /&gt;my dream?&lt;br /&gt;to be successful in doing something i really want.&lt;br /&gt;what do i really want? to be an entrepreneur.&lt;br /&gt;i want to have my own business.&lt;br /&gt;a small business to start off.&lt;br /&gt;and seeing it blossom as i come off age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;travelling?&lt;br /&gt;something i would really want to do.&lt;br /&gt;something i really hope i can do.&lt;br /&gt;i want to experience a different side of the world.&lt;br /&gt;i want to see and hear the different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;these are the main things i think of whenever i let my mind go astray.&lt;br /&gt;and from the state i am right now.&lt;br /&gt;i know im not going anywhere near.&lt;br /&gt;and that is why i need to have a vision.&lt;br /&gt;a vision for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams are just dreams.&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of which, i finally can drive legally.&lt;br /&gt;i can never stop smiling for the whole of 13september.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;berkat ramadhan. alhamdullilah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-6676672406616922023?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/6676672406616922023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=6676672406616922023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/6676672406616922023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/6676672406616922023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2007/09/sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-5053415587934795283</id><published>2007-09-10T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T13:28:20.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="255" width="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rch7ey-v7ks"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rch7ey-v7ks" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me this is a very good video.&lt;br /&gt;it really makes me sit down and think about the world we're living in.&lt;br /&gt;maybe they should include him and that song during Live Earth.&lt;br /&gt;and not those environmentalist wannabe artists.&lt;br /&gt;lets save the earth one stick at a time friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-5053415587934795283?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/5053415587934795283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=5053415587934795283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/5053415587934795283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/5053415587934795283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-me-this-is-very-good-video.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-5037964903998912563</id><published>2007-09-06T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T13:34:34.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="255" width="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/taVW8Kv2HcQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/taVW8Kv2HcQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"soldiers passing by&lt;br /&gt;listening to the wind of change"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-5037964903998912563?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/5037964903998912563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=5037964903998912563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/5037964903998912563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/5037964903998912563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2007/09/soldiers-passing-by-listening-to-wind.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-7904138480564202947</id><published>2007-08-21T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:21:02.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how will you feel if you found out something you really wanted to know long ago?&lt;br /&gt;but that something wasnt what you wanted it to be. wasnt what you thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;something that just crushes you and make you feel damn shitty inside.&lt;br /&gt;and knowing that you are alone when it comes to these matter.&lt;br /&gt;and that no matter how many friends you have, you are still alone.&lt;br /&gt;it really is heart wrenching. it sucks. but you have no power to control it.&lt;br /&gt;and that is the worst possible thing that can happen right now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was all not worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-7904138480564202947?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/7904138480564202947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=7904138480564202947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/7904138480564202947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/7904138480564202947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-will-you-feel-if-you-found-out.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-2076170732759607201</id><published>2007-08-10T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T00:11:01.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="255" width="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fcS0ZGtT5zw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fcS0ZGtT5zw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you got it all&lt;br /&gt;six seven times" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-2076170732759607201?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/2076170732759607201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=2076170732759607201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/2076170732759607201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/2076170732759607201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2007/08/six-seven-times.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-2246392154913166850</id><published>2007-08-08T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T12:42:57.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's alot going through my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;lots of pressure. lots of stress. lots of problems.&lt;br /&gt;and next week is the start of the damn examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i change to something i enjoy doing?&lt;br /&gt;or stick to something i have no interest in?&lt;br /&gt;waste three years and probably my whole life?&lt;br /&gt;or waste six months and maybe a chance to start anew?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-2246392154913166850?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/2246392154913166850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=2246392154913166850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/2246392154913166850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/2246392154913166850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2007/08/theres-alot-going-through-my-mind-right.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-5051386893352079139</id><published>2007-07-21T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:40:01.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;120707 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/RqHEgRWDdDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v8jTa0IwvVE/s1600-h/F1070026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089565112596132914" style="WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="134" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/RqHEgRWDdDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v8jTa0IwvVE/s200/F1070026.JPG" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/RqHEuxWDdEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/oQxnIZOZ5hI/s1600-h/F1070027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089565361704236098" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="131" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/RqHEuxWDdEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/oQxnIZOZ5hI/s200/F1070027.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089565855625475154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/RqHFLhWDdFI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nqFEasWt8QY/s320/F1070034.JPG" width="352" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;130707&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/RqHC4xWDc-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/RxeTmN75kLA/s1600-h/IMG_7139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089563334479672290" style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="135" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/RqHC4xWDc-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/RxeTmN75kLA/s200/IMG_7139.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/RqHDFhWDc_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/bAQLR5oyTjo/s1600-h/IMG_7169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089563553523004402" style="WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/RqHDFhWDc_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/bAQLR5oyTjo/s200/IMG_7169.JPG" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089566697439065186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/RqHF8hWDdGI/AAAAAAAAAGk/N6mwIWMEU9Y/s320/IMG_7137.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-5051386893352079139?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/5051386893352079139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=5051386893352079139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/5051386893352079139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/5051386893352079139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2007/07/120707-130707.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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/_OMxz6JodqFQ/RqHEgRWDdDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v8jTa0IwvVE/s72-c/F1070026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592386.post-4841510077144667289</id><published>2007-07-03T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T22:31:53.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school feel kindda sucky nowadays. it feels like a dread waking up early in the morning to attend lectures that i know i won't be paying that much attention to. i look like a stoner. concentrating seems abit harder now. eventhough i know i have to like study and make sure i do well in school, i still can't get myself out from this stupid lazy aura that's all over me. im seriously getting lazier by the minute. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my assignments are piling up. i got lots of overdued assignments. i got lots of catching up to do. i barely even make it for common test. and here i am not feeling worried. maybe just a little. i would sometimes wake up and have this sudden urge to be hardworking and stop being a stoner and just be useful to myself. but the feeling just fades away the moment i let my mind slip somewhere else. somewhere, to me, magical. like paradise or something. haha. maybe im still having post-aussie sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i kindda miss australia. the friendly people, the really awesome places, the freaking cold weather and also the usual hot babes who would smile at me and try flirting with me a couple of times. i brought home one. she's right here behind me giving me a nice massage on my back. hahaha ya right. dream on fahmi. dream on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys should try listening to Sneaky Sound System. an australian band. kindda addicted to their songs when i was there. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sneakysoundsystem"&gt;www.myspace.com/sneakysoundsystem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-4841510077144667289?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/4841510077144667289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=4841510077144667289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/4841510077144667289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/4841510077144667289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2007/07/school-feel-kindda-sucky-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-2367816178334065902</id><published>2007-06-25T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:40:01.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rn-4QaNBPJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/byect5Fc_LI/s1600-h/IMG_1180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079981496748555410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rn-4QaNBPJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/byect5Fc_LI/s320/IMG_1180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will upload the pictures taken during the perth trip soon. the files are damn big. pardon me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-2367816178334065902?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/2367816178334065902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=2367816178334065902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/2367816178334065902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/2367816178334065902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-will-upload-pictures-taken-during.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rn-4QaNBPJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/byect5Fc_LI/s72-c/IMG_1180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592386.post-4904772059904021329</id><published>2007-06-08T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:40:01.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/RmjmTaNBPHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JWbFhKByHFY/s1600-h/perth_suburban_map.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073558201358695538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/RmjmTaNBPHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JWbFhKByHFY/s320/perth_suburban_map.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8June to 19June&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;bon voyage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;will be flying off to perth today for a holiday for about eleven to twelve days. flight is in another six hours or so. can't deny that i am freaking excited like a small kid right now. i will sure miss all the outings my friends planned during the time when im away. but nevermind. i'll try to bring home something nice. maybe a hot beach babe. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-4904772059904021329?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/4904772059904021329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=4904772059904021329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/4904772059904021329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/4904772059904021329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2007/06/8june-to-19june.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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/_OMxz6JodqFQ/RmjmTaNBPHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JWbFhKByHFY/s72-c/perth_suburban_map.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592386.post-8505470290331926445</id><published>2007-06-04T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:57:01.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, the common tests are here again. somehow this time round i don't really feel the pressure. im just not that motivated anymore. maybe because there's no one to really encourage me and keep me going. i guess, this is the time where you really have to stand up on your own and do what is right. not for other people but for your own future. damn i hate changes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-8505470290331926445?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/8505470290331926445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="255" width="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4E8jy94j1HE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4E8jy94j1HE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sometimes i wonder whether the things i want is something i really want or just a crush on the heart. before it was everything. now its like meaningless. well maybe just abit. on a less emotional side, i still got my friends and my family to be that shoulder to cry on. thanks to all my friends who cheered me up and made me laugh and smile again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i can't deny the fact that i actually still am missing our good old days together. better be now than eight years down the road i guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-771106409211913588</id><published>2007-05-25T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T14:59:55.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="255" width="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/30w8DyEJ__0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/30w8DyEJ__0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"some want to kiss&lt;br /&gt;some want to kick you"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-771106409211913588?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/771106409211913588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=771106409211913588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/771106409211913588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/771106409211913588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2007/05/favourite-worst-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-3659728679816738636</id><published>2007-05-20T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:40:02.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;a beginning of a new life, for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the end of something great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nomore &lt;em&gt;"hello sunshine".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rk_ZDE1fISI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-zDc-n2rw2Y/s1600-h/fuss.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066506752676012322" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="125" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rk_ZDE1fISI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-zDc-n2rw2Y/s200/fuss.gif" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last red and italic word.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-3659728679816738636?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/3659728679816738636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=3659728679816738636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy second anniversary to me dear gimmickgimmickgirl!&lt;br /&gt;a blessed two years with you. i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rk1YzU1fIII/AAAAAAAAADU/l10aLerCcIg/s1600-h/IMG_7154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065802794651295874" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rk1YzU1fIII/AAAAAAAAADU/l10aLerCcIg/s200/IMG_7154.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rk1ZWk1fIJI/AAAAAAAAADc/dzq8Pu7kmw8/s1600-h/IMG_7148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065803400241684626" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="118" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rk1ZWk1fIJI/AAAAAAAAADc/dzq8Pu7kmw8/s200/IMG_7148.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rk1WJk1fIGI/AAAAAAAAADE/yASqeA29Jpc/s1600-h/HEARThim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065799878368501858" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rk1WJk1fIGI/AAAAAAAAADE/yASqeA29Jpc/s200/HEARThim.JPG" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rk1VJ01fICI/AAAAAAAAACk/7N0JUvoR2dg/s1600-h/fuss.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065798783151841314" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="140" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rk1VJ01fICI/AAAAAAAAACk/7N0JUvoR2dg/s200/fuss.gif" width="151" border="0" 140alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rk1VtE1fIFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9_nzJkyS0C8/s1600-h/DSC00839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065799388742230098" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="140" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rk1VtE1fIFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9_nzJkyS0C8/s200/DSC00839.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rk1VeU1fIEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Cc6dhwM5txE/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065799135339159618" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rk1VeU1fIEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Cc6dhwM5txE/s200/DSC00633.JPG" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rk1ZtU1fIKI/AAAAAAAAADk/LWTt3SiPy94/s1600-h/you%26me.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rk1aB01fILI/AAAAAAAAADs/m3nWgWHGAP8/s1600-h/DSC01088.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rk1btE1fIRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PaWwlclbzL4/s1600-h/DSC00784.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;every you every me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;my jetstream lover(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-8707592178405359773?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/8707592178405359773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=8707592178405359773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/8707592178405359773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/8707592178405359773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-second-anniversary-to-me-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rk1YzU1fIII/AAAAAAAAADU/l10aLerCcIg/s72-c/IMG_7154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592386.post-7220563233172913529</id><published>2007-05-13T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T19:37:38.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>firstly, i wanna wish my mom a very happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;actually her birthday was yesterday, but i didnt get the chance to post.&lt;br /&gt;blogger was trying to funny or something i guess.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, happy mothers day to all moms out there!&lt;br /&gt;may god bless you with greater things for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay to the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;school so far kindda suck.&lt;br /&gt;the modules are really lame and boring.&lt;br /&gt;the practicals can really get to your nerves.&lt;br /&gt;but surprisingly, the lecturers are okay. which is somewhat a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i read this article on the news about the two nSmen who died in taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;very very sad and tragic end to the two army boys.&lt;br /&gt;read the full story &lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/275766/1/.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;my condolences to the two families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were both given a full military funeral.&lt;br /&gt;personally im kindda sad and at the same time kindda frustrated with the whole thing. i mean these boys are forced to serve national service whether they like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;and they died during training away from their loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, accidents do happen. no one is to blame.&lt;br /&gt;and i hope these freak accidents would not occur again.&lt;br /&gt;and im about two years away from national service. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;your eyes are like an open book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i can tell everything from the way you look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-7220563233172913529?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/7220563233172913529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=7220563233172913529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/7220563233172913529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/7220563233172913529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2007/05/firstly-i-wanna-wish-my-mom-very-happy_16.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-7141041984597827490</id><published>2007-04-19T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T16:05:23.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="255" width="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIaKbjq9hpQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIaKbjq9hpQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"don't believe in fear&lt;br /&gt;don't believe in pain"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shirley manson is hotstuff!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-7141041984597827490?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/7141041984597827490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=7141041984597827490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/7141041984597827490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/7141041984597827490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2007/04/dont-believe-in-fear-dont-believe-in.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-5052689983985210392</id><published>2007-04-19T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T16:47:18.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay here comes the school period again.&lt;br /&gt;everything is somewhat the same.&lt;br /&gt;the dreadful feeling of waking up.&lt;br /&gt;the early morning and sardine-packed bus rides.&lt;br /&gt;the geylang bazaar kindda atmosphere at the canteens.&lt;br /&gt;the boring lectures and noisy classmates.&lt;br /&gt;the long walk to the bus-stop after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only difference to all these is the new company. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;and finally after two months, time seemed to go by slower.&lt;br /&gt;seriously slow. like an hour break which felt like 2hours.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i joined photography club.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i will be active in this one. unlike TAS. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sevenhundredth &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;twentythird seventeen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-5052689983985210392?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/5052689983985210392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=5052689983985210392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/5052689983985210392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/5052689983985210392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay-here-comes-school-period-again.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-1022151473663504904</id><published>2007-03-27T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T23:31:09.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="255" width="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ck-lgSgieyg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ck-lgSgieyg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't leave me high&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me dry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-1022151473663504904?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/1022151473663504904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=1022151473663504904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/1022151473663504904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/1022151473663504904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2007/03/lets-follow-cops-back-home-and-rob.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-2100631178872455049</id><published>2007-03-26T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:40:05.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>actually i wanted to post alot of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;but then, shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;stored them in thumbdrive. not there when opened. hah!&lt;br /&gt;this is what i call a haha-bodoh-lah-ni-computer-ahhhh-dammit situation.&lt;br /&gt;this isn't the first time. infact its the gazillionth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the really long holiday so far kindda turned me into a lazy ass.&lt;br /&gt;the normal routine everyday for me is waking up at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;then i would slowly switch on the computer (laptop got screwed by virus).&lt;br /&gt;then i would do some light household chores.&lt;br /&gt;then i would use the computer till late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;then i would bathe. seriously. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then i would eat and watch tv and play some games.&lt;br /&gt;then i would sleep. late sometimes. really late.&lt;br /&gt;then i would wake up and everything happens again. in sequence.&lt;br /&gt;it is freaking boring to stay at home and not doing anything fun.&lt;br /&gt;now i feel like going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of school, im left with 3weeks before the new term starts.&lt;br /&gt;and that means i will no longer be a freakin freshie. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and on top of that, my really awesome girlfriend is joining the np family.&lt;br /&gt;she's in the life sciences and chemical technology school.&lt;br /&gt;taking the chemical and biomolecular engineering course.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to bully those freshies. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;they're not the ones i wanted initially.&lt;br /&gt;but nevermind. they're still pictures.&lt;br /&gt;and they're colourful too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046198417524135458" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/RgeyuY6qFiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OLnBQecpD8Q/s200/DSC00150.JPG" width="159" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/RgeyjY6qFhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/geLvbk969so/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046198228545574418" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/RgeyjY6qFhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/geLvbk969so/s200/DSC00132.JPG" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/RgezAI6qFkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QIrtppcvzKc/s1600-h/DSC00108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046198722466813506" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/RgezAI6qFkI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QIrtppcvzKc/s200/DSC00108.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046198632272500274" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rgey646qFjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2LP0lq12MS4/s200/DSC00093.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rge1Po6qFmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3btRfvX9WWQ/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046201187778041442" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rge1Po6qFmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3btRfvX9WWQ/s200/DSC00398.JPG" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/RgezPo6qFlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0nJiDl6iF_A/s1600-h/DSC00379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046198988754785874" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/RgezPo6qFlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0nJiDl6iF_A/s200/DSC00379.JPG" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rge2bI6qFpI/AAAAAAAAABU/u6a6zs9-FW0/s1600-h/DSC04670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046202484858164882" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rge2bI6qFpI/AAAAAAAAABU/u6a6zs9-FW0/s200/DSC04670.JPG" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rge3fI6qFqI/AAAAAAAAABc/hyS01X3FiqY/s1600-h/DSC04666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046203653089269410" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rge3fI6qFqI/AAAAAAAAABc/hyS01X3FiqY/s200/DSC04666.JPG" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rge35I6qFrI/AAAAAAAAABk/mKkIE181Axc/s1600-h/DSC04674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046204099765868210" style="CURSOR: hand" height="186" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rge35I6qFrI/AAAAAAAAABk/mKkIE181Axc/s200/DSC04674.JPG" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rge4N46qFsI/AAAAAAAAABs/qlsJmj-qSwE/s1600-h/DSC04677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046204456248153794" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="172" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rge4N46qFsI/AAAAAAAAABs/qlsJmj-qSwE/s200/DSC04677.JPG" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rge4l46qFtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Sif5HdQzVks/s1600-h/DSC04683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046204868565014226" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="185" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rge4l46qFtI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Sif5HdQzVks/s200/DSC04683.JPG" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rge42o6qFuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5SfgfeKANuA/s1600-h/DSC04694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046205156327823074" style="CURSOR: hand" height="186" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OMxz6JodqFQ/Rge42o6qFuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5SfgfeKANuA/s200/DSC04694.JPG" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;it is really a dread to upload pictures using blogger.&lt;br /&gt;but i did it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;and a family of cats (1 mother cat and 3 kittens) had been outside my house for the past 3weeks. cute little stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess that's all for the updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;tepung or besi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;hahahaha [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-2100631178872455049?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/2100631178872455049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=2100631178872455049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/2100631178872455049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/2100631178872455049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2007/03/actually-i-wanted-to-post-alot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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/_OMxz6JodqFQ/RgeyuY6qFiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/OLnBQecpD8Q/s72-c/DSC00150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592386.post-117224995186761462</id><published>2007-02-23T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T14:49:39.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;enjet enjet semut&lt;br /&gt;siapa sakit naik atas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i was really busy for the past months.&lt;br /&gt;busy with my final examinations which i felt i really did screwed up badly.&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't be a surprise if i fail analogue electronics. hah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;and did blogger just changed? to google? hah! i didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now some pictures from the dinner at KTM the other day with the usual bunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/195/475/1600/553496/IMG_2434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="124" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/195/475/200/4721/IMG_2434.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/195/475/1600/433921/IMG_2433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/195/475/200/501351/IMG_2433.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/195/475/1600/348459/IMG_2403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/195/475/200/410140/IMG_2403.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/195/475/1600/443012/IMG_2407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="126" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/195/475/200/485176/IMG_2407.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/195/475/1600/546159/IMG_2428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/195/475/200/851516/IMG_2428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/195/475/1600/978989/IMG_2443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/195/475/200/339152/IMG_2443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/195/475/1600/920140/IMG_2444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/195/475/200/38504/IMG_2444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/195/475/1600/888561/IMG_2445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/195/475/200/84246/IMG_2445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;since my holidays are really long.&lt;br /&gt;i decided to do something useful.&lt;br /&gt;i am not going to find a job since im so lazy to work.&lt;br /&gt;and partly because i can't find one too.&lt;br /&gt;so i have decided to stay at home and create some really cool stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;cos' i have always wanted to spend my freetime creating something cool.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess now is the perfect time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my maid's going back home, as in her original home at indonesia, tomorrow. and i will be sending her off. kindda sad actually. cos' she had stayed with us for like 4years and she had been cleaning my room and stuffs. and now there's no one to that for me and i have to do it myself already. haha. kiddin.&lt;br /&gt;looking at the bright side, i will be all alone at home for most of the time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today i had lunch with my super duper stargirl at swensens.&lt;br /&gt;she got vouchers. really alot of vouchers.&lt;br /&gt;picked her up from work and off we went to Bugis Junction.&lt;br /&gt;haha it was really funny at swensens and kind of embarassing too.&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless it was fun and delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;alala alala!!&lt;br /&gt;perpermymysuri ku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-117224995186761462?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592386.post-116876575563145552</id><published>2007-01-14T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T17:14:48.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>motivation. discipline.&lt;br /&gt;these two words are the most important words right now.&lt;br /&gt;i need the motivation to make myself start studying like how i used to.&lt;br /&gt;i need the discipline to make myself concentrate on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;however i find it rather hard to fulfill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one can actually force me to sit down and study.&lt;br /&gt;only i can force myself to do that.&lt;br /&gt;but myself still don't wanna do that.&lt;br /&gt;so i have to keep telling myself to do that or i will end up being a loser.&lt;br /&gt;and that is when myself starts to think.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i is right.&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever, the point is i need to study. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my end of semester examination is in three damn weeks and:&lt;br /&gt;i still got no fucking idea what analog electronics is trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;i still got no fucking idea how to connect circuits and make a reading.&lt;br /&gt;i still got no fucking idea why i am so lazy this semester.&lt;br /&gt;and thus, i am at the bottom of the class.&lt;br /&gt;and this had never happened to me in my entire eighteen years of living.&lt;br /&gt;and this sucks. i have to start being serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i think of all these, i start thinking of changing course/school.&lt;br /&gt;but it will definitely be a waste of time and money.&lt;br /&gt;so whatever happens, i have to stick to electrical engineering for another two more years.&lt;br /&gt;two years is actually a long time considering i hate the course.&lt;br /&gt;so to make two years seem a little short, i listened to bloc party's song entitled Two Years everytime i feel like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;those people who have this problem should go try listening to that song.&lt;br /&gt;it helps. trust me. really.&lt;br /&gt;if you don't have it, just ask me for it over at msn. i'll send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, gango mango will be meeting together once a month from now.&lt;br /&gt;just to spend fridays together and have fun welcoming the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;the previous one was last two days.&lt;br /&gt;it was dinner at The Mind Cafe somewhere near nafa.&lt;br /&gt;we played boardgames there and created necessary noises.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun. just like the old times eh? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh what date is it three days from now?&lt;br /&gt;seventeen! hahaha. seventeen turns twenty.&lt;br /&gt;time flies past you as if you're speeing in a ferrari on malaysian highway.&lt;br /&gt;and my brother is already serving the nation right now at tekong.&lt;br /&gt;heard they have the best facilities in the world. their swimming pool is the biggest cos it covers the whole island. their food is of high standard. their beds are so comfortable. the toilets are sparkling clean. and on top of that, they issue you a machine gun each! isn't that awesome or what? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;i love my stargirl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-116876575563145552?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/116876575563145552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=116876575563145552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/116876575563145552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/116876575563145552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2007/01/motivation.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-116763871516921196</id><published>2007-01-01T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T16:05:15.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone a good and enjoyable 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow is adib's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;wtf so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and school starts on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;and will be getting results on that day too.&lt;br /&gt;i hope the first week of 2007 brings me luck. lots of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;happy new year dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;lets have a great year ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-116763871516921196?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/116763871516921196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=116763871516921196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/116763871516921196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/116763871516921196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-116680014973888735</id><published>2006-12-22T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T23:12:22.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;thursday, which was yesterday, i picked eisley up from work.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at marina square's burger king.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to esplanade only to be greeted by rain.&lt;br /&gt;so we went inside and bought two mashmellows coasted with chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;we wrote some new year greetings and wishes on this very big ball which will be thrown into the river during the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;its not adding to pollution. its for the new year countdown thingy. don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;and then we camwhored, laughed, laughed and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;and then we went home by bus.&lt;br /&gt;and then i went home by taxi.&lt;br /&gt;and here are some of the pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/somnolentboy/1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/somnolentboy/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/somnolentboy/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/somnolentboy/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/somnolentboy/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/somnolentboy/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/somnolentboy/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/somnolentboy/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/somnolentboy/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/somnolentboy/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;okay. im leaving for a short holiday trip to kuala lumpur tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i will be back on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;that means i will be cebrating christmas over there.&lt;br /&gt;merry chritmas everybody!&lt;br /&gt;happy holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im looking out for&lt;br /&gt;my stargirl(:&lt;/em&gt;&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/7592386-116680014973888735?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/116680014973888735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=116680014973888735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/116680014973888735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/116680014973888735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/12/thursday-which-was-yesterday-i-picked.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-116559229609014891</id><published>2006-12-08T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:51:59.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's a bore.&lt;br /&gt;exams are coming real soon.&lt;br /&gt;electronics suck. and so does c programming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need time off for my studies.&lt;br /&gt;so on every single day last week, i went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday(27nov)&lt;br /&gt;small birthday gathering at esplanade with emek, adib, shahmi, liyah, eqyn, jen and the lasalle kids. played taitee, ordered canadian pizza, took photos and just having fun sitting around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday(28nov)&lt;br /&gt;met my baby eisley for thaksin noodle at clementi before going to bukit panjang plaza. she's a working-class woman now. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday(29nov)&lt;br /&gt;went window shopping with adib and shahmi at queensway and ikea (?) after school. shahmi wanted to survey the items at ikea for his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday(30nov)&lt;br /&gt;went to vivo city, little india and esplanade with eisley, fau and hazwan. they job-hunted for the whole day but not a single call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday(1dec)&lt;br /&gt;birthday dinner with gango mango without taufiq, rai and zee at marina square's seoul garden. we were freakin full that we needed to slack at esplanade first before going home. and poor emek puked like three times after eating. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday(2dec)&lt;br /&gt;indie garden gig at singapore science centre. dance dance dance all night long. thumbs up for this gig. 'we don't go cos it's free, we go cos we want to.' support the local scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday(3dec)&lt;br /&gt;and finally, the week ended with liyah's engagement at her home in sengkang. it was my first time travelling to sengkang via train. freakin new place to me. lrts are different from those at choa chu kang. the hdb flats look like condominiums. they have glamarous names for estates. i think i wanna move there when i grow up. anyway, congratulations to liyah and dart for their engagement. gob bless the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. it was a kindda hectic week.&lt;br /&gt;so i planned to focus more on my studies this week till the end of exams.&lt;br /&gt;the papers will start next week. two papers only. but both suck-a-duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar, my eisley came over to jurongpoint to have dinner with me just now. we each had longjohn's combo one. and we had icecreams. and then we filled the long bus ride home with laughs and silly faces. okay it was fun. definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from that,&lt;br /&gt;goodnight people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;anderson's cookies and creams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i love you baby(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-116559229609014891?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/116559229609014891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=116559229609014891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/116559229609014891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/116559229609014891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/12/schools-bore.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-116358847324657913</id><published>2006-11-15T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:12:21.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here are the hari raya hkss 03/04 pictures.&lt;br /&gt;see, i updated.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't update like 12 times in a year, Aishah. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/CIMG2764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/CIMG2791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/CIMG2800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/CIMG2843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/CIMG2829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/CIMG2837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/CIMG2835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/CIMG2851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/1600/CIMG2855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/CIMG2855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;eighteenth seventeen is near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lets have fun like we used too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/7592386-116358847324657913?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/116358847324657913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=116358847324657913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/116358847324657913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/116358847324657913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/11/here-are-hari-raya-hkss-0304-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-116158945977011443</id><published>2006-10-23T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T15:44:19.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>believe it or not, tomorrow is already hari raya.&lt;br /&gt;wow time really past by like a flying cheetah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first week of the second semester was okay.&lt;br /&gt;not much teachings. just some introductions.&lt;br /&gt;breaks had never been so boring before.&lt;br /&gt;imagine not knowing what to do for one hour everyday in school.&lt;br /&gt;and when you just sit at one place,&lt;br /&gt;you see almost everyone around you munching something.&lt;br /&gt;and worse, they offer you a bite not knowing that you are fasting!&lt;br /&gt;school is definitely not the place to be during the month of ramadhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went to VivoCity for the first two days of the week.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to see what it was like being in the biggest shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;in Singapore that is. not in the whole wide world. huh (?)&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;VivoCity was huge. the escalators are really confusing.&lt;br /&gt;one moving left, one moving right, two criss-crossing each other.&lt;br /&gt;and some moving upside down. okay bluff.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, they are confusing.&lt;br /&gt;the view outside VivoCity was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;a really romantic place to bring your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i didnt attend school today.&lt;br /&gt;need to do some spring cleaning at home.&lt;br /&gt;prepare for the big day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how the first day of hari raya will be like.&lt;br /&gt;especially in my house. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat hari raya aidilfitri to all muslims.&lt;br /&gt;happy public holidays to the rest.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy. and do visit my house soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;our second syawal together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lets go for more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-116158945977011443?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/116158945977011443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=116158945977011443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/116158945977011443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/116158945977011443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/10/believe-it-or-not-tomorrow-is-already.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-116073201377307690</id><published>2006-10-13T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T17:40:56.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay school re-opens this coming monday.&lt;br /&gt;kindda glad. the long holiday is making me lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the 20th day of the fasting month.&lt;br /&gt;which means that hari raya's next.&lt;br /&gt;today is also friday the 13th. wah.&lt;br /&gt;where's the monster? knock knock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a change of wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;my clothes are gettin old and small. really small.&lt;br /&gt;like im wearing a girl's top. serious. its that small.&lt;br /&gt;and i also need a new pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;thats all.&lt;br /&gt;i dont need to buy expensive stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;cos some people blog about wanting to buy expensive stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;haha show off. no money no talk. just dream and do it privately.&lt;br /&gt;dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously think i should be in the arts/design line.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm (?)&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, engineer's good too.&lt;br /&gt;i can have a super creative mind like the guy from prison break.&lt;br /&gt;prison break's the reason i watch television actually.&lt;br /&gt;apart from coffee talk and hawker walk.&lt;br /&gt;if you know what i mean. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;four more days till&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seventeen turns seventeen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-116073201377307690?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/116073201377307690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=116073201377307690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/116073201377307690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/116073201377307690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-school-re-opens-this-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-115945253907296001</id><published>2006-09-28T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:08:59.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fasting month is here once again.&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow will be the sixth day already.&lt;br /&gt;am i excited about hari raya? not sure.&lt;br /&gt;it will definitely be different.a totally different atmosphere at home.&lt;br /&gt;and this year's hari raya will be in the middle of the week.&lt;br /&gt;so there's no long holidays. school school school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school will commence in another two weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;taken a look at my new timetable.&lt;br /&gt;the timings are quite okay i guess.&lt;br /&gt;but the modules are kindda like ksdjhfsd!! seriously man.&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be electrical engineering as in electrical engineering. get it? electrical?&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;i already forgotten alot of stuffs i learnt last semester.&lt;br /&gt;need to revise back soon. maybe just browse through and refresh my memory.&lt;br /&gt;especially on maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya, my room makeover is done.&lt;br /&gt;here are the main colours;&lt;br /&gt;-red&lt;br /&gt;-orange&lt;br /&gt;-black&lt;br /&gt;-beigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind of satisfying when you actually painted 80% of the room yourself.&lt;br /&gt;and moving the bulky cupboards around all by yourself. feels good actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;feel good~&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;sing it like the Gorillaz&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i just realised it had been a month since i last posted. haha.&lt;br /&gt;alot of things sure happen during a month.&lt;br /&gt;regarding the last post, i mentioned about finding a vacation job.&lt;br /&gt;if you guessed i already found a job, thank you for being optimistic. cos i did not. hah!&lt;br /&gt;i just spent my entire two months of holidays either at home or outside spending money when i should be making money.&lt;br /&gt;this if life. we spend more than we earn. or for my case, i spend more than i have/get from parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adib is now away on umrah. he will be back on sunday or monday i guess.&lt;br /&gt;taufiq is now abang-abang vrrooom vrroooom.&lt;br /&gt;emek is having fun in school drawing with his schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;the girls are doing their own stuffs. i mean school stuffs or work stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;shahmi is crappin everyday. plus working. (&lt;em&gt;working for that 50bucks he owes me&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;and i am sittin at home facing the comp 20hours a day for the next two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;and my eisley is struggling with her o'levels. study hard and join the ngee ann family okay? find that something x'tra. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i seem to have this feeling that most of my friends are riding motorcycles.&lt;br /&gt;and i have this feeling that i want one too.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, it is kindda dangerous don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. i guess i'll drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;take care of youself please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;always know that im here praying for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-115945253907296001?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/115945253907296001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=115945253907296001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/115945253907296001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/115945253907296001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/09/fasting-month-is-here-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-115694953753473573</id><published>2006-08-30T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T07:42:13.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally the holidays are here.&lt;br /&gt;almost two months of break.&lt;br /&gt;away from lectures and tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;away from stress and pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;i can never ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;appreciate your parents while you can.&lt;br /&gt;they are the most important people in your life.&lt;br /&gt;when you are unable, they are the ones who help you.&lt;br /&gt;when they are unable, we are the ones who will help them.&lt;br /&gt;this is how life works.&lt;br /&gt;what we get is what we will give in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i hear someone saying that their life sucks or when they think they're better off dead,&lt;br /&gt;i cannot help but to tell them straight in their faces that life is the most wonderful thing that can happen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was a good man. respected by many. i respected him too.&lt;br /&gt;he lived a great life. a long one too.&lt;br /&gt;now that he is gone, only memories are left.&lt;br /&gt;whatever that breathes, will eventually stop breathing.&lt;br /&gt;we must accept faith. there's no running from it.&lt;br /&gt;life has to go on.&lt;br /&gt;his absence at home will be greatly felt for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;i miss him, my atok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all those who sent their condolences, greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;thank you to adib, nas and rai. that's what friends are for (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the trip to kuala lumpur this september holidays is cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;my room makeover will be on-hold too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher's day is near.&lt;br /&gt;still deciding whether i wanna go back to hong kah secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;i hope my friends can make it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna eat sushi and oiishi! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since im having my holidays, i decided to find a part-time job.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, im kindda lazy to work.&lt;br /&gt;but if any of you got any &lt;em&gt;lobangs&lt;/em&gt;, feel free to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks for your care and concern&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and being by my side the whole time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i can always have a shoulder to cry on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-115694953753473573?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/115694953753473573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=115694953753473573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/115694953753473573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/115694953753473573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally-holidays-are-here.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-115546114591005603</id><published>2006-08-13T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T23:28:05.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is time really moving that fast or is it only me?&lt;br /&gt;it seemed like i just started school a few days ago but then again, semester two is already coming.&lt;br /&gt;two papers down. three more to go before seven weeks of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, have you read the papers? terrorism, war and whatever other shit.&lt;br /&gt;peace peace peace. that is all they want. but they contradict the word peace greatly.&lt;br /&gt;and to bring this so-called peace, they use violence. in other words war.&lt;br /&gt;is war really peaceful? is war what we want?&lt;br /&gt;ya, they say war is the only way to bring peace. fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;war will never settle anything.&lt;br /&gt;peace is not brought by war nor violence. peace comes as it is.&lt;br /&gt;why can't they learn from the mistakes our forefathers did?&lt;br /&gt;have they no eyes to see what destruction they cause and the sufferings they bring?&lt;br /&gt;have they no ears to hear the deep call of help from innocent people dying?&lt;br /&gt;have they no feelings at all? sure, they cry and put sad faces on live television. but nobody knows what they are really feeling inside.&lt;br /&gt;maybe just satisfaction. greed and power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end the sufferings of thousands of innocent. bring peace peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;let their voices be heard for once. let everyone know the truth. but then again, no one will ever learn the truth. it will only be written in history books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i will be having a major change in my bedroom soon.&lt;br /&gt;maybe just a major colour change. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/1600/DSC01818.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/200/DSC01818.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/1600/DSC01819.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/200/DSC01819.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;pumpkin, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wanna eat you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-115546114591005603?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/115546114591005603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=115546114591005603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/115546114591005603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/115546114591005603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-time-really-moving-that-fast-or-is_13.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-115391226892411681</id><published>2006-07-26T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T19:11:09.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>examinations are coming in two weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;first paper is on the tenth of August.&lt;br /&gt;second paper on the eleventh.&lt;br /&gt;third paper on the eighteenth.&lt;br /&gt;fourth paper on the twentyfirst.&lt;br /&gt;and the last paper is on the twentythird of August.&lt;br /&gt;after that will be the seven weeks break. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this month had been kindda shittie.&lt;br /&gt;problems come and go.&lt;br /&gt;and come again.&lt;br /&gt;and then go again.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for July to end.&lt;br /&gt;but im not expecting August to come by that quickly too.&lt;br /&gt;i do not really fancy examinations.&lt;br /&gt;especially when you will have to repeat if you fail.&lt;br /&gt;ugh. all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i would not be updating that much due to my hectic schedule.&lt;br /&gt;will be taking a break from blogging for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here are some of the pictures taken during VivaLaSka at FarEast Square.&lt;br /&gt;searching for FarEast Square made me think twice on how small Singapore really is.&lt;br /&gt;damn. a map on a ticket would be better next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/DSC00163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to feel normal&lt;br /&gt;this madness supposed to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-115391226892411681?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/115391226892411681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=115391226892411681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/115391226892411681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/115391226892411681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/07/examinations-are-coming-in-two-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-115279932318511951</id><published>2006-07-13T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:02:03.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am stressed up with a couple of things right now.&lt;br /&gt;i think i need some time on my own.&lt;br /&gt;had been procastinating for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;need to catch up on alot of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;i am way behind time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the start of baybeats.&lt;br /&gt;kindda lost my mood over the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;and therefore i may not be going for tomorrow's baybeats.&lt;br /&gt;but i will go on saturday tho, after the seminar in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we need some time off from each other. just try to calm ourselves down.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes pretending that nothing happened can just make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;relationships tend to take a downfall gradually as time passes by.&lt;br /&gt;and getting tired of the other may happen sometime.&lt;br /&gt;but i believe that having faith and putting in the effort, everything will seem utmost perfect.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, we need two hands to clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be busy.&lt;br /&gt;and so will you, honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-115279932318511951?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/115279932318511951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=115279932318511951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/115279932318511951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/115279932318511951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-stressed-up-with-couple-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-115194318205287112</id><published>2006-07-03T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T00:15:26.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am currently recovering from a really high fever since last tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;and i am still feeling weak.&lt;br /&gt;and i am coughing.&lt;br /&gt;and sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;and drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed three days of school last week.&lt;br /&gt;i missed alot of important lectures.&lt;br /&gt;and i am currently forced to learn all of them by this week.&lt;br /&gt;but on a lighter note, i am going for the national day preview this coming saturday.&lt;br /&gt;and baybeats is held next week for three consecutive days.&lt;br /&gt;and viva la ska is the week after next.&lt;br /&gt;i love July. but i hate the first week of July. serious shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am supposed to do my research on teenage alcoholism now.&lt;br /&gt;but i got stuck in finding the damn statistics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make me feel a wee better.&lt;br /&gt;and to make those who are currently feeling like how im feeling feel a wee better too,&lt;br /&gt;here is a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FBFBFB" flashvars="id=1&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;playlistPath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog.3.0/sounds/playlist.php?id=21734&amp;filepath=http://skazian.free.fr/radioblog/sounds/29.12.04 - The Beatles - Twist and Shout.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FBFBFB;border:#330000;button:#A1A1A1;player_text:#353535;playlist_text:#999999;&amp;amp;tracknum=3"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, shake it up, baby, now (shake it up, baby)&lt;br /&gt;twist and shout (twist and shout)&lt;br /&gt;c'mon c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now (come on baby)&lt;br /&gt;come on and work it on out (work it on out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, work it on out, honey (work it on out)&lt;br /&gt;you know you look so good (look so good)&lt;br /&gt;you know you got me goin', now (got me goin')&lt;br /&gt;just like i knew you would (like i knew you would)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twist and shout fellow sick people!&lt;br /&gt;but projects still suck. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweetest candy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-115194318205287112?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/115194318205287112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=115194318205287112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/115194318205287112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/115194318205287112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-currently-recovering-from-really.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-115157731058644999</id><published>2006-06-29T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T18:35:10.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>received my common test results and i did really bad for engineering techonology and mtprac. i was absent from school since yesterday due to high fever. a really high fever. anyways, i passed my engineering mathematics and engineering mechanics. got As for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling quite drowsy right now. must be the after effects of taking medicines. i hope the fever will subside by tomorrow since i already paid for some events at Ngee Ann Polytechnic and i do not want to not be allowed to go because of my fever. oh ya, i will be going for a chalet this coming saturday till sunday. i really need time off so that my brain can fucntion as normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-115157731058644999?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/115157731058644999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=115157731058644999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/115157731058644999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/115157731058644999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/06/received-my-common-test-results-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-115063025664238002</id><published>2006-06-18T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T19:57:11.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the first week of term break is finally over. i still got another week of break and after that, school will commence again. another round of studying and tests and tutorials. and guess what. i checked my modules for next semester and almost all of the six modules are physics related. where is the fun in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the first week of break was occupied by me spending most of my time outside and watching world cup games and spending time with my eisley. last monday i had a make-up practical class in which it made me felt as if i was a damn worker working in a construction site. damn that was totally not my kind of work. give me paper and pencil, not gloves, face masks nor some really smelly stuffs to put and hold on. i had icecream on hot waffle on tuesday at gelare with eisley, nana and nafsiah. a treat from emek. shared some spooky ghosts stories at esplanade before heading home with nasuha and shahmi. wednesday and thursday were spent at home doing nothing. world cup had been okay so far. a couple of dissapointments. i seriously hope that the rising sun of Japan will win today's match againts checkered-jersey Croatia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to school on friday do finish up some online assignments with the company of my eisley and my laptop. hehe. bought my dad's gift after that before heading to Marina Square with the whold family. had Pizza Hut's since it was my dad's birthday. met up with emek and taufiq at Jurong Point's Coffeebean yesterday night. shared some school stuffs and talked. been quite awhile since i met up with taufiq. and as for today, just stayed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;thirteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of blissful relationship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-115063025664238002?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592386.post-115003760561206100</id><published>2006-06-11T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:31:03.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>common tests are over and done with. i know damn well that i am definitely going to fail my engineering technology so fucking bad. i screwed up in that paper like how i always did with secondary school physics. and mtprac was seriously not an easy paper. i could not remember what i studied and that was it. after spending too many minutes thinking, i slept for a few minutes. my only hope in doing fairly well for common tests come in the form of engineering mechanics and engineering maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world cup is here once again. and once again i am not able to catch most of the matches since i don't have a freaking cable tv at home. and RTM can just go get screwed in the ass. ugh. nevermind, there are still macdonalds. anyway, i am currently getting into the mood for ska. what the fuck. those were the damn days. skavoovie people. laughing out loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;you are the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;you are my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-115003760561206100?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/115003760561206100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=115003760561206100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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common test. and i only absorbed around fifty percent of what had been taught to me since first day. this is some crazy shit here. feed me DOM. do you DOM? dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am currently in a lash0a97yoiasjoa mood. at least i have two weeks of break to look forward to after the common test. and i think i ate something bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;would you lay with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and forget the world?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-114950483487533848?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114950483487533848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>electrical engineering. i began to question myself to why i am in this course which i have no slightest interest in. i am really not the engineering kind of person. physics and mechanics are not my forte. i had always hated physics in my entire secondary school life. that clearly explained the result on my o'level certificate. but with the kind of aggregate i got for o'levels i had no chance of being choosy. enginneering courses were all i was eligible for. and i just realised that i am the only person who failed science in my current class now. who is to blame? only me of course. the feeling of regret is of course still in me but what is the use of regretting? i have no choice but just continue learning and get that diploma which is so freakin important in our society. looking at the brightside, engineering offer more job opportunities these days. hopefully it will still be the same in three years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i wished i did better and earned my place in design school. now, this is what i have passion for. design is me. not engineering or whatever that is related to physics. my common tests are comming in two weeks time and i am really looking forward to know where i stand in this course. i got a feeling i am at the far end of the table. give up? or press on? i choose the latter. it is the only way. i am already at the bottom for now. the only way is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont wanna ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love another&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-114879834233300809?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592386.post-114847757534821953</id><published>2006-05-24T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:37:15.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i do not and cannot understand why some passengers in public buses are so inconsiderate and so oblivious to their surrondings that i just feel the urge to show them what a middle finger really means. these people usually appear sitting alone in the bus with the seat next to them empty or maybe occupied with some of their personal stuff. and they refuse to move in although they know that the bus is so freakin full. dammit woman!! open your freakin eyes please. almost everyone was staring at her. even better, the woman behind her did the same thing too. so it was two dumbasses instead of one. a girl next to me was carrying her laptop with one hand while her other hand gripped the pathetic handle bar and she was standing in front of that dumbass. the dumbass then closed her eyes and pretended to be in lalaland. it is fucking irritating. really. i hope she stays in lalaland forever. up yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing was that i was in the train one day heading to JurongEast. as the train was approaching, i got up from my seat and dragged my lazy ass to the door. the moment the door opened, a woman around her thirties ran in like as if she had just participated in amazing race or something. she hit me hard and that was it. i turned back, still in motion, opened my mouth and uttered out the famous two words. i know it was loud enough for her to hear cause she was giving me that you-just-said-fuck-you-to-me-and-im-not-happy-with-you-and-i-wanna-stare-at-you-till-you-apologise kindda look. i really do not understand some people. especially dumbasses like these. get a life. or better still, get your own transport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as usual, school sucked like a bad kuih pau. and the existence of dumbasses add on to the bad taste. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;inside your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-114847757534821953?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114847757534821953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=114847757534821953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/114847757534821953'/><link rel='self' 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test. seriously, i had not gotten used to poly life. my second year friends always tell me that the first year would be the most relaxing year compared to all the three years of poly life. is assignments after assignments and tests after tests their definition of relaxing? i don't think so. but if it is true, then i shall cut my wrist and be emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read this article in the newpaper that kindda make me chuckle myself into hysteria. a sixty-five year old man died while having sex! haha. how can this possibly happen? i'm not making a joke about him, i'll pray for his soul, but isn't it weird in a sense? actually he had a heart attack during the sexual intercourse. maybe he got more than what he thought. or maybe the partner was actually a gay and he only realised it when they were naked and therefore he got such a shock that he died. okay enough. come to think of it again, it is actually quite scary too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;369days of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lol(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-114820339477083104?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114820339477083104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=114820339477083104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/114820339477083104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/114820339477083104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally-new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-114784857246873164</id><published>2006-05-17T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T17:30:19.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/1600/HEARThim.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love today like no other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;seventeen may. the day i had been looking forward to. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing's gonna change from today onwards though. i will keep holding your hand like how i used to. and hopefully another year shall past us by smoothly and away from disputes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;seventeenmay- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the start of something extraordinary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the tuesday that sparked off fuss and everything nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the day that will be etched in my memory and heart always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;170506&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-114784857246873164?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114784857246873164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>today is my mom's birthday. so we had a birthday dinner at Marina Square's Swensens just now. and this sunday is also Mothers' Day. awesome period of time for my mom. here are some of the pictures taken just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;swensens @ marina square&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/DSC00888.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;me and mom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/DSC00911.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;sister's twisty spagetti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/DSC00904.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;dad's sambal salmon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/DSC00905.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mom's sirloin steak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/DSC00913.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my fish'n'chips. my brother had the same one too.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/DSC00912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the icecreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/DSC00915.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;birthday cards. mine on the right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/DSC00941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;simply sweet(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/DSC00920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;anyway, my grandfather bought a handphone for himself. one of the L'Amour collections. cool grandfather i have. oh yar, dearest eisley fetched me from school yesterday before we went to Esplanade. yet another round of happytimes. i love her. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;morning calls&lt;br /&gt;and sweet messages&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-114744823088191506?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592386.post-114698987287548232</id><published>2006-05-07T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T16:20:59.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elections are over. i don't really understand why there is a need to have an election. i am not gonna express my thoughts and feelings about it here. politics are a dangerous issue to talk about. seriously. where is the freedom of speech anyway? yes, there is a place called the Speaker's Corner to let out your feelings and stuffs. but what's the use when there is a police station directly next to it? one wrong word or sentence, the speaker would be dragged to the station. this is so contradicting. okay enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the second week of school was stressful. assignments after assignments. new topics after new topics. is time moving too fast or is my brain working too slow? i think it's the latter. i have to force my mind into study mode and away from holiday mode from today onwards. damn. and it's not even the first month of school yet i am already stressful. maybe i need a boost. someone give me a boost please! and i guess i will be busy from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you float like a feather&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a beautiful world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-114698987287548232?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114698987287548232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=114698987287548232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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here. and i can't really think much when it is raining. really. that was why i did quite badly for my social studies paper since it was raining on that day. hehe. school ended with assignments and research works and i think im stressed. seriously. no kiddin. try imagine forcing your mind to study and complete assignments and absorb new topics in your puny brain when it is still in holiday mode and tell me what it would feel like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tomorrow is the start of the new month already. and it is already May! time flies by us so quickly when we're having fun huh. alot of fightings happened during the whole of this month of April or i shall call it the month of fights. seriously. friends fight with friends over small matters. relationships gone wrong. little squabbles here and there. breakups. shedding of tears and blood. erm, maybe not blood. just exaggerating on that part. sometimes i sit back i wonder why all these things happen. maybe it got to do with the alignment of the moon and stars and the nine planets including the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is that i am really pissed with someone. im so pissed that i could piss on his bloody face. two-faced shitass. i hate people like that. really. this is not a joke. this is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;winners never quit!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-114638412735158506?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114638412735158506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=114638412735158506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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being told about my dumbness. and it was embarassing. really.&lt;br /&gt;today i was a loner again. but today i was alot more lonely.&lt;br /&gt;today i went to town after school.&lt;br /&gt;today was boring and tiring and embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;i hope tomorrow won't be the same as today.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could meet up with eisley this week.&lt;br /&gt;i miss her.&lt;br /&gt;i miss secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my long holidays.&lt;br /&gt;and it's like only the second day of school. bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;i think being a loner is cool.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want to be cool.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be batman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-114597103441783737?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114597103441783737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>my first day was nothing i expected it to be. it was boring. the first lesson was extremely boring. seated in an air-conditioned small room with videos showing safety procedures and some explanations for three hours wasn't what i thought my first day would be. i thought we would be doing something else like revision or refreshment courses. oh yar, i didn't eat anything for the whole day school. only had my meal at BurgerKing after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made some new friends there. not many but i'll try to make more friends in days to come. i just need to smile and say hello. that's all. i think im quite familiar with the blocks there. had been making my way to the different classes on my own. haha. talk about being independent please. met up with raihana during break to have some company and then off we went our separate ways. azri called and asked me to meet him up before going home. and i didn't get to see many familiar faces there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i end class at noon. still have not bought my books and collect my ezlink card. going to do so by this week. probably tomorrow. i think im going to get use to poly life. it just takes time. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss you!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lunch someday?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-114589736614628787?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114589736614628787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=114589736614628787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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believe that i am actually going to start my splendid, i hope so, polytechnic life tomorrow. wow. i hope everything will go smoothly tomorrow and for the days to come. all i need to do tomorrow if i get lost is to smile to anyone and ask them where exactly is the building i am supposed to be at. if they lie, that will be a different story then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to sleep early tonight. get all the rest i need to be on the right kind of mind tomorrow. and school ends at six in the afternoon tomorrow. damn. wish me best of luck for tomorrow. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me and you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on a beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dark night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-114579169392980459?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592386.post-114542807832341508</id><published>2006-04-19T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T14:27:58.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im bored. so bored out of my mind that my chest hurts. and im yawning so badly right now that it seems as if im weeping. anyway, a friend of mine told me just now over msn that i need to know the basics of additional maths for my course. i answered; yes i know. then he told me that my course uses pure physics in most of its tutorials and i need to learn them too. and this time i answered; what the fuck? followed by mampos. mampos is a malay word which means dead. or rather im dead. why didn't anyone tell me about this earlier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i read this article in the papers regarding this man who had ten wives and sixty six children. the headline really caught my attention. so i went on and read the whole article. oh my god! save the children! this man or rather a father was so sick in his fucking mind that he raped five of his daugthers. molested them and told them that it was not going against their religion. and the mothers would not stop the father from having sex with their daughters. they even helped. and it continued for eighteen whole months. okay. to me that is just so freakin stupid and out of the bloody mind. how can a father tell his daughters that it is okay to have sex with him? i guess this man got a really high sexual drive. he has ten wives and yet he still wanted to have sex with his daughters. haha. outrageous desire. luckily he raped his daughters. i think it would be more sick if he were to rape his own sons. if that were to happen, i think that man is just so gay. yar, he got sentenced to thirtytwo years inprisonment and twentyfour strokes of the friendly cane. he is only fortyfive years old. and forty of his children were present in the court plus two of his wives and several other non-related people. woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is full of strange happenings these days. daughters sexually abused by fathers. money cheaters all around. wars and poverty. natural disasters. anyway, im glad to have an awesome family and the company of good friends and the extra love from my eisley. and im still bored. i think it's time for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss you ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-114542807832341508?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114542807832341508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=114542807832341508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/114542807832341508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/114542807832341508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-114541015160068370</id><published>2006-04-19T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T09:34:08.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/1600/batman.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/batman.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think i have trouble sleeping at the right time at night and i think it is called insomnia. i don't know why i don't feel that sleepy when night comes but only get sleepy around three or four in the morning. and thus i will always wake up at around two in the afternoon. i need to practice sleeping early from now on or else i'll be having trouble when school starts next week! oh yar, i didn't go for the camp. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i wake up extra early today, im thinking of what to do for the rest of the day. sleep maybe? im yawning already. maybe im not human. maybe im an owl. hoots hoots~ or maybe a bat. and even better, maybe im batman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-114541015160068370?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114541015160068370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=114541015160068370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/114541015160068370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/114541015160068370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-think-i-have-trouble-sleeping-at.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-114519767081011248</id><published>2006-04-16T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:47:05.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week was kindda hectic for me. but the highlights of the week were the anugerah concert and also the outing with some close friends on wednesday. i'll start by congratulating haikal for being offered a place in lasalle-sia. accompanied him for his acceptance interview on wednesday with the three girls in black; nasuha, hazimah and raihana. headed to marina square after that before heading for esplanade. saw some old apeks fishing at the riverside. i didnt know that they allow fishing over there. i thought it was illegal or something. shahmi joined us when haikal went home. here are some of the pictures taken that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;joyful expression at lasalle-sia&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/esplanade.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;the three girls &lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/esplanade%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;us at suntec&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/esplanade%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me and the girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/esplanade%20%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;settling money matters at Giant, Marina Square&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/esplanade%20%284%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the junks we bought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/esplanade%20%285%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the girls and harfia, the MI girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/esplanade%20%286%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lepak at esplanade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/esplanade%20%287%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well, as most of my friends would know i went to catch the anugerah concert at Max Pavillion yesterday. no, i didnt go there cause i wanted to see and go crazy with the four finalists. i just wanted to get the first-hand feeling and experience of what the atmosphere of being gathered in a big hall with a stage at the front and people of all ages screaming their heads off. wow. it seriously wasnt what i thought it would be. the crowd were just unbelivevable. those four young men who, before were simply normal people going about their normal lifes, had just turned into superstars and made thousands of fans go crazy over them and getting superb attention from everyone everywhere. what if i was one of them? haha. i seriously do not think that would happen. imagine going to school or walking down orchard road with people you dont know coming up to you and taking your pictures and then post it in their blogs. awesome stuffs i might say. okay, enough of anugerah madness. here are some of the pictures. oh, we went for supper at bedok corner after that with my family. bedok corner is definitely better than adam road. confirm!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;us at bugis mrt station&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/madness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eisley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/madness%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eisley and johnny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/madness%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the crowd at Expo mrt station&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/madness%20%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where we were seated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/madness%20%284%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the start of the concert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/madness%20%285%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the finale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/madness%20%286%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maisarah and eisley at Bedok Corner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/DSC00551.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and school starts next week. damn. and im having a three day camp at ngee ann polytechic this coming wednesday till friday. im so not looking forward to the camp. why cant they just do a one day orientation? hmmmm. goodluck for those starting their wonderful poly life tomorrow. i still got a week's rest. wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eleven months of fun loving.&lt;br /&gt;johnny and eisley&lt;br /&gt;seventeen april (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-114519767081011248?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114519767081011248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=114519767081011248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/114519767081011248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/114519767081011248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-week-was-kindda-hectic-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-114451273310387762</id><published>2006-04-08T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T00:12:13.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>song: sway&lt;br /&gt;artist: the perishers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talk to you as to a friend&lt;br /&gt;i hope that's what you've&lt;br /&gt;come to be&lt;br /&gt;it feels as though we've&lt;br /&gt;made amends&lt;br /&gt;like we found a way&lt;br /&gt;eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was you who picked&lt;br /&gt;the pieces up&lt;br /&gt;when I was a broken soul&lt;br /&gt;and then glued me&lt;br /&gt;back together&lt;br /&gt;returned to me what&lt;br /&gt;others stole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna hurt you&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna make you sway&lt;br /&gt;like i know i've done before&lt;br /&gt;i will not do it anymore&lt;br /&gt;i've always been a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;i've had my head among&lt;br /&gt;the clouds&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm coming down&lt;br /&gt;won't you be my solid ground?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at you and see a friend&lt;br /&gt;i hope that's what you wanna be&lt;br /&gt;are we back now where&lt;br /&gt;it all began?&lt;br /&gt;have you finally forgiven me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gathered my dreams in&lt;br /&gt;when they all blew away&lt;br /&gt;and then tricked them&lt;br /&gt;back into me&lt;br /&gt;you saved me when i was&lt;br /&gt;almost dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-114451273310387762?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114451273310387762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=114451273310387762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/114451273310387762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/114451273310387762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/04/song-sway-artist-perishers-i-talk-to.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-114448384649498384</id><published>2006-04-08T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T16:10:46.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all the things i did.&lt;br /&gt;all the times i spent.&lt;br /&gt;all the small sacrifices i made.&lt;br /&gt;had just made me a useless person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;useless. wow. i seriously didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;and that simply means im unappreciated. HAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's raining like fuck now. and im feeling shittie and cold. my throat hurts too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-114448384649498384?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114448384649498384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=114448384649498384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/114448384649498384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/114448384649498384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-things-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-114423353786244376</id><published>2006-04-05T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:38:57.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my trip to Kuala Lumpur was fun and tiring. we stayed at the Berjaya Times Square Hotel. and we got the 37th floor room. damn. everytime on the way up, my ears would get this sudden deafness. i don't really know what's it called. but i don't like it. we walked alot for the three days there. shopping and eating and taking pictures. saw a couple of skins and punks there. haha. cute. here are some of the pictures taken. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the coach we took.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/KL.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;the seat. freakin comfy and it can be adjusted to be almost like a real bed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/KL%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;our room. too big for two person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/KL%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the view of the prison. no longer in operation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/KL%20%283%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the view from our room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/KL%20%284%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the train station which they called it monorail system or something like that.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/KL%20%285%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;the monorail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/KL%20%286%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;inside the monorail. very small&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/KL%20%287%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mom at the station.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/KL%20%288%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bukit bintang walk. its like orchard road in singapore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/KL%20%289%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this place is freakin grand. they have all the boutiques and high-class restaurants.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/KL%20%2810%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;the magazine shop at Sungei Wang. i like this shop. hehehe.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/KL%20%2811%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;the famous Petaling Street!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/KL%20%2812%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;taxis. make sure you take those with meters. coz if not, you'll have to pay more.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/KL%20%2813%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;the theme park in Times Square. really cool stuff.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/KL%20%2814%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and finally our bags. we came with one bag and left with three bags. how nice (:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/KL%20%2815%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and to those who were acticipating bubble gums/chewing gums from me i didnt buy them. i freakin forgot. how can i forgot? shit. maybe next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-114423353786244376?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114423353786244376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=114423353786244376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/114423353786244376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/114423353786244376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-trip-to-kuala-lumpur-was-fun-and.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-114356648346801066</id><published>2006-03-29T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T01:43:40.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im going for a three day trip to kuala lumpur this friday with my mom. yes, with my mom only. and we're taking a coach there. taking the car to malaysia is dangerous nowadays. you can never be too careful there. one wrong stranger and poof! your car is gone just like that. other than that, malaysia is a really nice place to be. cheap stuffs and cool places. anyway, the purpose for us going there is to do some shopping for my stuffs before school starts. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday, i went down to Ngee Ann Polytechnic to settle all the necessary stuffs that i don't think i'll be able to handle it on my own at home. had an eye checkup done. i thought i was one but i was amazed that i actually scored a freakin full marks for the test. wow. what a great start to a new school. went to the laptops galore there and was quickly attacked by promoters from different brands. acer was boasting on their technology and how fast their laptops are. they even lifted the really expensive thing up to about three inches from the table and dropped it. what the shit? i swore i almost slapped his pathetic face. then we went over to lenovo's booth. we were greeted by this really super good-speaking promoter. i thought he was some politician or something. the way he explained the benefits of his products just made me wanna be like him. damn. and yar, he dropped the laptop too. this time even higher than that dropped by acer's promoter. what's up with them? that's not the way to sell your stuffs. anyway, i bought the acer laptop. lenovo was freakin expensive and i was told that they were using old technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to esplanade with dearest eisley after that. this was unplanned but hey, i'll do anything for her. hehe. met jassy and friends there. settled by the riverside with them before proceeding to marina bay to join analena, zul, man, iskandar, eira and faiz. i didnt know that they were a funny bunch of people. laughed my shoes off. dad picked me and dearest eisley up and off we went to have supper at adam road. how i wished some family would just be happy with each other and appreciate the things one another do. i feel sad. nevermind. things will get better someday. i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for today, i went to extend my passport for the kuala lumpur trip with emek. went to beach road after that and there was this old malay woman by the staircase calling out to us. she was selling crackers for one buck a packet. out of sympathy, we paid two bucks for just one packet but she refused saying that she had to give us two packets. after a round of window shopping we had our meal and i saw that same old woman drinking ice lemon tea. she walked up to me and asked me what i was eating. after telling her, she looked at me and said she was hungry. damn. i just felt the urge to buy her a meal but she already left to a malay couple who then bought her a meal. as we about to go, a malay-speaking chinese man came up to us and told us that the old woman actually had a daughter. her daughter would then collect all the money collected from the old woman from all the crackers she sold and kept it for herself. i was pissed. with the daughter that is. how can someone do something so despicable to an old woman or in this case her own mother. fucking shit. what is this world becoming into?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough. fun part about today was that we went to watch The Hills Have Eyes with zee and nas at cineleisure. stupid show. i hate gory shows. and this was one of them. really shittie and bloody. oh yar, it was an M-18 movie. hehe. met up with adib at esplanade and had a couple of snacks. okay. long post for today huh? i just felt like posting. bored. anyway, it's one in the morning now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will always be there for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter how shittie you're feeling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll always be my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dearest Eisley (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-114356648346801066?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7592386.post-114286394524325604</id><published>2006-03-20T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T22:12:28.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't seem to upload pictures through blogger and it's getting irritating. guess i'll just upload the pictures tomorrow then. anyway the family chalet at Changi was a blast. really awesome. fun times with friends and family members and also getting to know more people. had a ghostly encounter at the Old Changi Hospital. we ventured there at around one in the morning and it was really freaky. i swear i was about to run for my life when we all heard a loud thud as in something landing when we were about to climb to the rooftop. damn that was freaking scary. luckily it was only a sound. if it were to show itself, damn, my boxers would soak in urine. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought my new k750i on saturday and wow! this is definitely a cool phone. wahehehe. oh yar, i went to catch The Suns and Gerhana Skacinta at the esplanade yesterday. The Suns were rocking my pullover off. they really had the crowd jumping up and down and skanking till they sweat. Gerhana Skacinta were awesome. nice songs. and i dont understand why the fuck people have to mosh to Gerhana Skacinta. they're playing reggae and ska dammit. didn't get to catch them till the end. ska ska ska!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having lunch with dearest eisley again was nice. it has been a long time since we had lunch together. kindda sad that she had to be away for obs during the family chalet. anyway, i still love her the same although our happy times together are limited nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im really am confused by the enrolment package sent by Ngee Ann Polytechnic. there are like a million sheets of paper to submit. okay maybe not a million but two millions!! nah, just exaggerating. but still, i am confused. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;come on,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eisley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dance with me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7592386.post-114233744915370248</id><published>2006-03-14T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T19:57:29.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dearest eisley is at pulau ubin at this very moment enduring mosquito bites. she's having this five day sea expedition organised under OBS which started yesterday. gosh, i miss her badly. am not gonna say how badly i miss her. coz adib will think it's funny. bleargh. anyway, i hope she's doing fine there and i'll pray for her safety so she'll be back home in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently borrowed a book from the library. it had been ages since i last borrowed a book yet alone reading one. so i had decided to go to the library and find a nice book that i'll enjoy. i borrowed this book called &lt;em&gt;The Curious Incident of The Dog in the Night-time&lt;/em&gt; by Mark Handon. this is an amazing book. i just love how it's been nicely put together into words. am only half way through reading it and all i can say is it's hilarious. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is my family's chalet. it will be till saturday. and on saturday, i'll get my hands on the k750i. hehehe. and on sunday, im going to the free gerhana skacinta performance at esplanade with the usual sight of mats and minahs skanking all night long. i actually don't really like seeing mats and minahs skanking. coz they look like dancing robots. and i don't like dancing robots coz they look scary when they dance. i just don't like, not hate. coz hate is a strong word. so, i'll only use hate if i really have to. like if someone said something bad about me and my loved ones and think it's funny and laugh at me. i also don't like people to laugh at me coz it's irritating. but laughing to my jokes is good. peace-tool (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you badly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my dearest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eisley.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-114233744915370248?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114233744915370248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=114233744915370248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/114233744915370248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/114233744915370248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/03/dearest-eisley-is-at-pulau-ubin-at.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-114148188721384351</id><published>2006-03-04T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T22:30:42.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am posted to electrical engineering at Ngee Ann Polytechnic. how cool, it was my first choice. anyways, i am really looking forward. wonder how it feels like going to a new school, new environment and having new friends. the only problem i have right now is thinking on the clothes i have to wear. i dont think i have that many clothes in my wardrobe. therfore people, i am going shopping soon. that is after i get my pay. speaking of which, i am no longer working at Artfriend Singapore anymore. am working at Burberrys' warehouse now. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work had been okay for me. it's kindda boring sometimes. thanks to adib for the offer. now, everyday i would see checked bags and polo-tees and even boxers which range from fifty bucks to around two thousand bucks. what the heck. sometimes i wonder how it feels like to be rich and not knowing what to buy. they even have dog's accersories! to me, i think it's ridiculous. hey, it's my thought only. so don't sue me mr billionaire guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i don't really understand money matters. anyone care to explain to me? and i just found out that electrical engineering uses additional mathematics and a laptop is a necessary equipment. okay, additional mathematics is really making me worry. how can they expect me to do additional mathematics when i am already half dead doing elementary mathematics. but i must try. must! i must start going through additional mathematics books now. ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am quite busy nowadays. even spending time with my eisley seems kindda hard now. nevermind, i will be working till the march holidays only. after that, freedom! haha! anyways, i am having a family chalet during the march holidays at changi. am really looking forward to that. oh yar, i think i saw a gay couple today. eeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are the green star that shines above.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wave hand- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-114148188721384351?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114148188721384351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>never have i experience a feeling of joy and the urge to just jump and shout when watching a soccer game. maybe only once and that was when i watched the Tiger Cup final last year. the soccer game i watched yesterday was somewhat the same. it was not an international game or was it a final playoff. just a school verses school soccer match. kranji secondary playing againts chua chu kang secondary and that explains why i was there watching since it's my eisley's school soccer team. it was really a superb game that i've watched so far. although the final scoreline was kindda huge, 4-4 , it doesn't mean that both teams suck. both teams really played their freakin heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, both teams were fighting for the second position in the group table so that they could advance to the next round which is the quater finals. kranji needed at least a draw to advance while chua chu kang needed a win. a draw would mean that they are out. so this was the die-die-must-win kindda match. both teams started out well and the scoreline at half-time was 1-1. second-half was a fuckingly good game. chua chu kang scored three damn goals and the scoreline was like kranji 1 and chua chu kang 4. time was running out for kranji and the chua chu kang supporters were like jumping and having that confirmation that they would win. i could see the different kindda faces on the kranji coach and players. those kind of face when you just hope that some miracle would happen or it would be the end for you. i too was feeling kindda nervous and excited at the same time. oh by the way, i was supporting kranji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kranji players on the field were giving that affirmation that the game was not over yet although they were down by three goals. in the last fifteen or twenty minutes, kranji made an amazingly good comeback. they scored a freaking three more goals in that short period of time. and when they finally scored the fourth goal, which confirmed their place in the next round, the whole kranji supporters with the players and teachers roared. my butt just leaped off the freaking grass like it was bitten by an earthworm jim. damn was i overjoyed. the scene after they scored the last goal just made me smile from ear to ear. players hugged and kissed. and i felt as if gay was in every guy all the time. chua chu kang players, teachers and supporters just went to a silent state. heck, the game was as good as over since the last goal scored was about three minutes to full-time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although im not and never was a kranjian, i really felt the glory of winning that game. it just felt good. it just depends on how the individual watches the game. if you're really into the game, you would be able to feel the excitement and all. my utmost congratulations to the b-boys soccer team from kranji secondary school. a splendid performance. well done. the game is never over till the referee blows the final whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;sorry if this post sounds kindda boring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear, even if you were overjoyed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're not allowed to hug me like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;zainal was watching.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehe (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-114051048595958077?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/114051048595958077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=114051048595958077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/114051048595958077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/114051048595958077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/02/never-have-i-experience-feeling-of-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-113988956152657885</id><published>2006-02-14T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T12:03:46.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today marks the day for those lovers out there to get together and share the true meaning of love with each other. exchanging gifts is one of the many ways to celebrate today. even if you do not have a partner to celebrate today with, you still got your cool bunch of friends with you. valentine's day insn't all about loving someone you've already loved but showing love to those you regard as friends. those people whom you thought would never mean that much to you. love doesn't neccessarrily mean loving someone from the opposite sex, it means to share your happiness and sorrows, show your care and concern towards a person and appreciating everything he/she does. some people kiss to show their love. some hug and some gaze through the eyes. and guys, im not asking you to love your own kind here. loving someone from the opposite sex is definitely better. you don't want to be labeled as gay on valentine's day or neither would you want to kiss someone with a dick. peace no gay. and im really looking forward to meeting my dear eisley later. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i've already gotten my o'levels result last friday. i didn't do that well as a repeat student but i did better than my last year's result. overjoyed? no. happy? yes. dissapointed? yes. i would only be overjoyed if i got less than 20points which i didn't. im happy coz there's a B in my result slip and im dissapointed coz of my freakin humanities which i got a freakin grade of D. i studied hard for that paper. both history and social studies. i think it went wrong in the social studies paper as i knew i did well for my history. no regrets. im really looking forward to the next step of my education. here are my twelve choices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electrical engineering NP&lt;br /&gt;mechanical engineering NP&lt;br /&gt;mechanical engineering SP&lt;br /&gt;electrical and electronic engineering SP&lt;br /&gt;manufacturing engineering NYP&lt;br /&gt;mechatronic engineering NP&lt;br /&gt;mechatronics SP&lt;br /&gt;aerospace avionics RP&lt;br /&gt;business computing RP&lt;br /&gt;business applications RP&lt;br /&gt;biomedical electronics RP&lt;br /&gt;civil and environmental engineering NP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i never thought of engineering before. i was always thinking of those design courses and my dream of becoming an interior designer or working in the design line. but now im going to be an engineer. that's a change. okay, im going to do my registration at Juhardy's place today since he's the only person with a well functioning printer at home.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;oh, i almost forget. always remember to wash your feet before you sleep. especially after you're from labrador park late at night. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;will you be my valentine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the longest time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;140206&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-113988956152657885?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113988956152657885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=113988956152657885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113988956152657885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113988956152657885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-marks-day-for-those-lovers-out.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-113953883928066450</id><published>2006-02-10T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:29:21.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's 1030am right now. it means that in another 4hours, all those who took their o'levels last year would be receiving their own results. im having mixed feelings at this current moment. it's the same feeling i got two years back when i took my damned o'levels result. it suck to the deepest shithole you can ever think of. but im sure i will do better this time coz i studied and i put in effort in it. if the results are similar to that of two years back, i can't even imagine what i will feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, dissapointments are part of life. everyone has to feel dissapointed sometime. but me, i've already felt dissapointed alot of times and i don't wish to be dissapointed today. i just wanna smile from ear to ear. but if shit still happens again, then we need a backup plan. and my backup plan if i did fuckingly bad this time is to enrol in either one of the arts school which is either nanyang academy of fine arts (nafa) of lasalle-sia. that's what im going to do. but it'll be better if i do well and earn my place in polytechnic. i don't have to worry about anything then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the nervous feelings of taking results, i still enjoyed my so-called "last day of happiness" yesterday. went to the open house at nafa with a bunch of mats and also my beloved eisley. we got a personal tour of the place by nasuha, the ex-hkss, who even showed us where the best coffeeshop is. and there were bapoks over there. however, im still in deep shit right now. my hammocky hair is still in its hammocky state. i have to cut my hair before 230pm! goodluck my fellow recipients!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and dear, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;remember to call me later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna know about your malay result too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-113953883928066450?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113953883928066450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=113953883928066450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113953883928066450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113953883928066450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-1030am-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-113919883072369782</id><published>2006-02-06T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T13:10:55.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here were some of the people i bumped into/saw during last saturday's chingay festival. (from 1530-2330)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hazwan&lt;br /&gt;-hasree&lt;br /&gt;-ila and palin and friends&lt;br /&gt;-danial&lt;br /&gt;-akmal&lt;br /&gt;-shahira&lt;br /&gt;-dan and friends&lt;br /&gt;-amy banana&lt;br /&gt;-fahmi ncc and friends&lt;br /&gt;-amirin and girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;-rai and aziz&lt;br /&gt;-dilah dilly&lt;br /&gt;-and some chinese friends that i forgot their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think there were more people that i saw but i forgot who. anyway chingay was boring. that day was an unsuccessful day out too. it was supposed to be a date for two which i planned. but in the end, it was a group outing of ten. nevertheless, it was sure an experience. a different kind of people. funny and noisy and loud and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;get your hands of the girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't you see that she belongs to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-113919883072369782?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113919883072369782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=113919883072369782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113919883072369782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113919883072369782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/02/here-were-some-of-people-i-bumped.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-113877953764673739</id><published>2006-02-01T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T17:31:41.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so freakin pissed right now.&lt;br /&gt;i had enough nonsense for the past week.&lt;br /&gt;i've tolerated more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;no more mr nice guy from now on.&lt;br /&gt;i don't give a damn to what people would say.&lt;br /&gt;arghh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is contradicting from the previous post but there seemed like no other choice. things can change just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should have gone to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7592386.post-113876865402968048</id><published>2006-02-01T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T15:44:54.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the past few days were rough for me. things didnt seem to work out well with me and the surronding situation. everything seemed wrong and i just didnt know what to do. i thought my life had just turned into a bad fairy tale story. but now, it's getting better. i start to see the bright sun shining on me again rather than the gloomy dark clouds shielding me from the light i needed so much to make me smile again. i finally realised that everything bad would eventually turned out to be good if you made an effort to do so. if not, we'll just have to suffer the consequences be it good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in times like these, friends are those people whom you turn to for advices or just to let out your feelings stored deep down inside yourself which you can't really let out to any other people, even your family. well, family is important. but there are certain things that we can't really let out to our parents or our siblings. things like teenage angst or fairy tale love story. letting it out to friends is easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone now who is looking for a relationship often go with appearances or the status of the potential partner but me, i don't see a need to. i just need the partner to be someone whom i can relate to very well and share all my deepest sorrows and utmost happiness. that's what makes a good relationship. and when some people thought i wasn't good enough for her, i just felt really bad and pissed and at the same time pityful to that faggot. if you want good appearances and status, go to hollywood please. you'll find lots of them there. seriously, people like this don't think much. like aishah said, gorgeous looks won't last forever. so why bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i've decided that my workline in the future should be somewhere in the design area. interior design. communication design. or just whatever that's related to design or the media and communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let there be love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let there be love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let there be love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-113876865402968048?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113876865402968048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=113876865402968048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;dedicated to my turtledove, &lt;em&gt;nasyida&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;a blessed 250 days it had been with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the look of love&lt;br /&gt;is in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the look your heart can't disguise&lt;br /&gt;the look of love&lt;br /&gt;is saying so much more&lt;br /&gt;than just words could ever say&lt;br /&gt;and what my heart has heard&lt;br /&gt;well it takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can hardly wait to hold you&lt;br /&gt;feel my arms around you&lt;br /&gt;how long i have waited&lt;br /&gt;waited just to love you&lt;br /&gt;now that i have found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've got the look of love&lt;br /&gt;it's on your face&lt;br /&gt;a look that time can't erase&lt;br /&gt;be mine tonight&lt;br /&gt;let this be just the start&lt;br /&gt;of so many nights like this&lt;br /&gt;let's take a lover's vow&lt;br /&gt;and then seal it with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can hardly wait to hold you&lt;br /&gt;feel my arms around you&lt;br /&gt;how long i have waited&lt;br /&gt;waited just to love you&lt;br /&gt;now that i have found you&lt;br /&gt;don't ever go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can hardly wait to hold you&lt;br /&gt;feel my arms around you&lt;br /&gt;how long I have waited&lt;br /&gt;waited just to love you&lt;br /&gt;now that i have found you&lt;br /&gt;don't ever go&lt;br /&gt;don't ever go&lt;br /&gt;i love you so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-113791306080471348?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113791306080471348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=113791306080471348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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nineteenth birthday. belive it or not, he still doesnt have a licence! thats kindda sad coz majority of the nineteen year olds are riding a bike at this very instance while he still takes the public transport. lol. time really flies huh? all of us are gonna grow up and have our own family and stuffs. that'll be cool. and in a few more months i'll be eighteen. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i think i got a job already. but im not too sure tho. cant confirm anything just yet. but i'll be glad if they accept me. at least i can earn a few bucks before school starts again in another five months? i guess so. and im missing dear badly right now. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll keep my heart with yours &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for every minute i am gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll be there every time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in your heart and in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-113681558723099340?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113681558723099340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=113681558723099340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113681558723099340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113681558723099340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-of-all-i-want-to-wish-selamat.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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having fun. took great pictures of the sun, sand and sea. the parents and my grandfather had and interaction session while the kids cycled. left around six and went for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was at sembawang satay club. i read an article in the malay newspaper on the owner of the satay club and yar, the owner IS damn rich. he bought his son a mercedes sports car on his birthday. how rich can this guy get? only god and his satay knows. ironically, i didnt eat much satay there. coz i think the black pepper steak seemed more appealing than those meat on sticks. sorry mr satayman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. im still jobless and cashless. if i dont find a job soon, i think im gonna be blind coz i'll be using the computer 24/7 non-stop till results day. gosh. results day. damn. but hey, im having my class chalet this friday till monday at changi. yeah. will be hoping to bump onto some &lt;em&gt;bapoks&lt;/em&gt; and tease them and then making a run for it. although they look like a woman, they still have man's leg dammit. &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/7592386-113673630734283504?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113673630734283504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=113673630734283504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113673630734283504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113673630734283504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/01/family-outing-to-east-coast-park.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-113626977923907607</id><published>2006-01-03T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T14:53:56.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the countdown at esplanade was great with the company of some good friends; adib, emek, taufik, zee, nas and aziz&amp;rai. loads of people. its worse than geylang. really. the young ones and the old ones all coming together to celebrate the new year. banglas and maids hand in hand together. haha. the fireworks were excellent. the best i've seen so far. at the stroke of midnight, &lt;strong&gt;BANG&lt;/strong&gt;! lights everywhere in the sky and few seconds after that drops of water came falling onto me. its not rain tho. its beer. dammit. the fun part about the countdown was when we sprayed 'snow' at each other. mainly, banglas were the victim. i dont know why people hate them so much. maybe they like staring at people's butt. and i mean even boys. woo. and thats called gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the whole fireworks thingy, we watched &lt;strong&gt;Vertical Rush &lt;/strong&gt;till late night. rushed to the train station hoping to catch the last train. well, i did catch the last train but missed the last bus home. took a taxi from lakeside and it cost me six freakin bucks! looked at the time, 2am. suddenly tah ching road looked alot creepier to me. laugh to myself to keep me distracted from thinking about jane and her long flowing hairs. lol. okay. here are some of the pics taken wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the boys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/83e2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by the river&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/9166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ice-cream people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/6968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's in love. lol-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/d0f9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the two girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/a9f5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lepak part one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/dc1f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lepak part two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/83cd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alkaff brigde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/5650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;main snow part one: "aku dah giler! yayy!!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/2998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;main snow part two: "haaa!! aku cute seh. yayyy!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/1ada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;coffeebean club&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/52b2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;snow spray. nyehehehehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/0006%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;spraying starts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/3527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;look carefully on emek's back. the riddler is in Singapore!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/309b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a decent picture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/55d6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;group shot without nas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/822b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gay act caught on camera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/473a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wooo~ light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/917f.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;woooo~ more lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/4c78.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy new year people!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/e208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh by the way, Happy 18th Birthday to Adib Azri! lol. hope its not late tho. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-113626977923907607?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113626977923907607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=113626977923907607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113626977923907607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113626977923907607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/01/countdown-at-esplanade-was-great-with.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-113620367571673283</id><published>2006-01-02T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:13:20.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHS.&lt;/strong&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;/div&gt;text message received: " dear, go post for me can? say i super lazy until you need to post for me. " okay, so here i am, mrs fahmi, invading his blogger. doing a favor for him to post so that his blog won't be as dead like EVER. lol- he's not really a professional blogger or anything, shame shame to him. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, so what am i going to mention in this post? what was he going to post about last night while waiting for his brother? i guess its that he got a blast countdowning 2006 at esplanade with his closest friends. i'll make him promise that he'll post some spastic pictures of him and his friends. oh yah, he bought himself a brown U2 pullover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ain't going to make his blog nice, so HAPPY NEW YEAR people, he would say. LOL-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-113620367571673283?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113620367571673283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=113620367571673283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113620367571673283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113620367571673283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2006/01/muahahahahahs.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-113578110413841317</id><published>2005-12-28T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T15:42:48.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/1600/SUNTEC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/195/475/320/SUNTEC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that pic was taken last thursday. the background looks nice to me. the colour. the buildings. taufiq said it looks somewhat like Gotham City. okay, i also dont know what Gotham City looks like. haha. so, nothing extraordinary happened the last few days. except that two of my cousins, both siblings, had their marriage together on the same day and the same place. and the older one shared that special day with her birthday too. cool stuff huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still in the process of finding a job right now. looked in the papers and most of the jobs advertised required me to at least know the chinese language. well, i know some chinese. &lt;em&gt;wo xiang ni&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;wo ai ni&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;wo puchikucibapakkaunaked&lt;/em&gt;. lol. okay whatever. what if they need workers who know how to speak tamil? that'll be worse. no offence tho. heehee. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-113578110413841317?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113578110413841317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=113578110413841317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113578110413841317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113578110413841317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2005/12/that-pic-was-taken-last-thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-113531943965821391</id><published>2005-12-23T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T15:44:07.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im kindda feeling tired these few days. feeling like sleeping and just get laid back at home. my holidays suck. i thought i could at least enjoy my holidays to the fullest but shit happens sometime. i dont have a job. i dont have money. i dont have playstation2 at home nor even a cable tv. all i got on tv are all those dumb singapore channels with boring shows. and worse, the suria channel doesnt have colour. its in black and white. pathetic shit huh? but hey, look on the brightside. i dont need to go to school this coming january. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. the shower's calling me. need to get freshen up before meeting adib. gonna go to taufiq's place later. adios peepos. and i miss my girl lollipop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-113531943965821391?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113531943965821391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=113531943965821391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113531943965821391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113531943965821391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-kindda-feeling-tired-these-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-113489680889136235</id><published>2005-12-18T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T17:13:14.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weekends are coming to an end. Not a fun weekend but the weekdays were great. Alot of having fun and taking pictures with friends and &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt;. Christmas is coming. So, Merry Chirstmas to whoever is celebrating it. Have a jolly joy time. Heh. Going out and having fun is the best thing to do during the long holidays. Really long holidays. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday marks the seventh month of &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;u&gt;us&lt;/u&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt; and I did'nt go out with &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt;. Both of us busy with our own stuffs. I had to do some volunteering work with mom while &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; had to go to some cat show. But we did went out on Friday. Accompanied her to collect her school books. Then off we went to town. Saw myyyna on the way there. Hehehehehehe. Wondering why she had a nervous look on her face when I saw her. Hmmm. Wooots!! Okay, our first stop was Burger King. Had lunch and then proceeded to &lt;strong&gt;Esplanade&lt;/strong&gt;. Took lots of pictures. I'll post them some other day when I get them from &lt;em&gt;dear. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was towning day with &lt;em&gt;dear, &lt;/em&gt;haikel, taufik and juhardy. It was also known as 'slippers day out' as all of us wore slippers on that day except for ju coz he met us late. And I mean really late. lol. Took quite alot of pics on that day too and again , I'll post them some other day when I get them from &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt; okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday. Nothing much to do today. Kindda lazy to go out. A little tight on cash right now. Haha. I want a big chirstmas present with stacks of fifty bucks in it. And Santa, if you're reading this, nice red hat you got. Saw lots of those red hats along Orchard Road these days. Cool shit huh. Okay. Merry Christmas everybody!! HoHoHo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;seven months and one day.&lt;br /&gt;i could never ask for more from my&lt;br /&gt;syidaDEAR- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-113489680889136235?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113489680889136235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=113489680889136235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113489680889136235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113489680889136235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2005/12/weekends-are-coming-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-113414642401995211</id><published>2005-12-10T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T00:47:19.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's past midnight already and I'm still here posting. My cousin yanti is sleeping over and she's watching &lt;strong&gt;Skeleton Key&lt;/strong&gt; with my brother. I watched it already and personally I think it's bad. I don't really fancy voodoo stuffs that much. Scary stuffs is okay but voodoo, no no. I still love &lt;strong&gt;The Longest Yard&lt;/strong&gt;. Won't ever get bored watching it over and over again. Chris Rock just rock! &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear's&lt;/em&gt; in malacca now. Must be sleeping already over there. Beginning to miss her already tho' she just left like fifteen hours ago. Ugh~ Singapore's boring without her. Everything just suck when she's not around. I just don't know what to do. My handphone's silent throughout the whole day. No calls. No messages. &lt;em&gt;Dear&lt;/em&gt;, come home soon okay? Sunday, can you please hurry up. I miss someone badly. Really. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay lets not be mushy and stuffs. You'll never know who's reading your blog nowadays. One wrong word or comment might just send someone knocking on your door and have your cute face all over the papers. Heck! What's that gotta do with being mushy anyway. O'level was over like one month ago and I still am having problems finding a job. Maybe I'm too fussy. I just want a job which is air-conditioned with high pay and short working hours. Is there such a job? Tell me if there's one. I'll be glad to take it. Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;missing my baby tonight.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-113414642401995211?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113414642401995211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=113414642401995211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113414642401995211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113414642401995211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-past-midnight-already-and-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-113396534101294704</id><published>2005-12-07T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T22:38:01.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to feel lazy to post nowadays. Been going out quite alot these few days. Find work. Have fun. Treat people to pizza hut. Just let the pictures do the talking aite. Coz as people say, pictures paints a thousand words. Hehe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="195" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/somnolentboy/P1010832.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="353" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/somnolentboy/P1010859.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="353" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/somnolentboy/DSC01666.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="195" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/somnolentboy/DSC01664.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="353" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/somnolentboy/Picture017.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="353" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/somnolentboy/Picture024.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="353" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/somnolentboy/Picture015.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="195" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/somnolentboy/Picture045.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-113396534101294704?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113396534101294704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=113396534101294704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113396534101294704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113396534101294704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-beginning-to-feel-lazy-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-113326949610310236</id><published>2005-11-29T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:12:10.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The holidays are finally here. I've been looking forward to this for so long but when it's finally here I kindda want it to end real fast. It's boring. Really. I got nothing good to do at home and going town is getting boring-er everytime. I need to find a job soon. At least I can do something and earn a decent income. Wooots!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went &lt;strong&gt;Jurong Point&lt;/strong&gt; just now with emek and &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt;. It's been a really long time since I set foot in that shopping centre. Nothings changed. It's still boring like last time. Borrowed dvds from emek coz like I said, there's nothing good to do at home. And he gave me only four and I already watched two of them like long time ago. Cool. Walked around JP while waiting for &lt;em&gt;dear's&lt;/em&gt; mom to come. Her mom wanted to buy new handphone. Hah. Funny mom she got. Really. "my handphone got &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;buto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt; know. arrrrr..good know. got &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;buto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;buto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt; or blutoo ah?" She's talking about bluetooth by the way. Nothing explicit there. I think. Hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to town with &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt; and jas. Met them at Heeren around 4pm and went to find a cap for me at Far East. Bought it at &lt;strong&gt;77th Street&lt;/strong&gt; costing 28bucks. &lt;em&gt;Dear&lt;/em&gt; bought me a green t-shirt for my birthday, a tote bag and a really cool birthday card. Thanks dear!! Hehe. And jas said she was attracting attention coz she's beautiful and &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt; broke stuffs at &lt;strong&gt;Pastamania&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. Great fun yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if you still haven't notice that I've change my blogskin, then I have nothing more to say. Coz I seriously think you have some problem with your eye or something. But if you noticed it then : is it nice? Hehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll fill those small spaces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in between your fingers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-113326949610310236?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113326949610310236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=113326949610310236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113326949610310236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113326949610310236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2005/11/holidays-are-finally-here.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-113272074151835064</id><published>2005-11-23T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T12:43:39.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me start my saying this, im &lt;strong&gt;seventeen&lt;/strong&gt; officially. Although it's kindda late, I still am having fun. Yeah. Staying at home on a birthday is definitely fun. Really. No pranks from friends. No beatings. No &lt;em&gt;busted busted&lt;/em&gt;. Hohos. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My o'levels is officially over yesterday. Haha. How cool can this get? A birthday right after the end of o'levels. Coolness. I'll just pray for the best results. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. After my last paper yesterday quickly went home. Met my significant other and then went home and got changed. Met the rest of the people at Amirah's Grill at Arab Street. Yesterday was the sheesha session cum my so called birthday celebration. Heh. It was fun tho. Lots of &lt;em&gt;kecohness&lt;/em&gt; coz I was the only sixteen at that time. Ugh! Left there at around 9pm. Reached home around 1030 after sending my significant other home. Wooo. Lots of funness and coolness and laughness and cuteness yesterday. Thanks people for making me feel 'young'. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire &lt;/strong&gt;with &lt;em&gt;dear &lt;/em&gt;and adib on Monday. This was unplanned. Really. Nevertheless it was a great movie. Probably the best out of all the four Harry Potter movies. It really is worth the money and time. No regrets watching. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hari raya outing with HKS'04 on 19November was awesomely fun. Alot of things happened which I would not forget. LOL! I think my friends are scared of big brown dog. Hahahaha. We covered eleven houses on that day and out of all the houses, we stayed the longest at Salleh's house. I don't know why but we just did stay the longest there. It's great meeting old friends again. Lots of stories. Poly stories. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I would also like the thank someone for being there for me during my mug wars againts O'Levels. Her endless reminders for me to mug hard. Her endless show of caring and sharing. Her promise to mug history with me when I got no one to mug history with. Her believe in me succeeding and doing well. Well, that her im mentioning is none other than &lt;strong&gt;Nasyida&lt;/strong&gt;. Thanks for being there for me! I will love you with my heart girl. Kisskiss? Hahaha. Heck, I love &lt;strong&gt;seventeen&lt;/strong&gt;. What more can I ask for. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;johnassy &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;half a year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fun loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-113272074151835064?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113272074151835064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=113272074151835064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113272074151835064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113272074151835064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2005/11/let-me-start-my-saying-this-im.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-113093734390614151</id><published>2005-11-02T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T22:42:14.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna wish all Muslims visiting my screwed up blog, Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. For those non-muslims, Happy Holidays! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I've been spending too much money on clothes and some other stuffs during the past few weeks. Heck! I think it's worth it tho. Thanks &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt; for wanting to accompany me. Bought two t-shirts, two polo-tees and two longsleeves. Cost me alotalotalot of bucks. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this year's hari raya will be absolutely different. Firstly because of the O'level examinations which is on 7november. Secondly because...wait! There's no second reason. There's only one bloody dammit reason. O'levels just suck to the corest of the earth's corest core. Why can't they do it after the celebration? Sometimes I think I'm superman. I don't know why. Huh?? What's that got to do with o'levels? I just think I'm high on kuih tarts. Hehehehehehehe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her. I miss I miss I miss. I miss her alot. I just need her to be by my side during my mug-wars. I love her to the bits and I will keep doing that until girls grow breasts on their foreheads. Hahahaha. I'm talking about nasyida here ok? Not some other girls. I LOVE YOU SYIDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;johnny hearts nassy to bits!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hearts you &lt;33&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kisskiss*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-113093734390614151?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/113093734390614151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=113093734390614151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113093734390614151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/113093734390614151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-wanna-wish-all-muslims-visiting-my.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-112850790449809157</id><published>2005-10-05T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T22:41:47.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's something seriously wrong with blogger nowadays. Okay. Have not been updating for the past one month. Alot of things happened during the past one month. If you noticed, I changed my blogskin eventhough I know I'm not suppose to even use the comp. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prelims are wayyy over. And I screwed up again. Ugh! Fuck. I seriously need to start muggin and I'm not lying. Am having structured lessons in school for the whole of this week and next week. Officially, the last day of school is on the 13th of October and after that, I'm on my own. God bless everyone taking O's with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasting month starts today. Meaning that Hari Raya is coming real soon. I'm not excited at all coz O's will be during the Hari Raya period. It suck. Really. Nevertheless, I can still collect some cash during the first day. Hahaha. And maybe the second day too. Hahaha not funny!! -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 143 days now. Dear, I love you loads. Good luck of your EOY ok? Goshh~ I miss her bitings. I miss the way she always make that face she does whenever my jokes aren't funny. I miss the way she calls me. I miss the way she smiles. I just miss everything about her. You rock my life Nasyida!! Rock on!! Hahaha. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;syidaDEAR, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Johnny loves you (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-112850790449809157?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/112850790449809157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=112850790449809157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/112850790449809157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/112850790449809157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2005/10/theres-something-seriously-wrong-with.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-112555628204158852</id><published>2005-09-01T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T22:47:19.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 146px" height="634" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v442/somnolentboy/HEARThim.jpg" width="746" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ON HIATUS.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/7592386-112555628204158852?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/112555628204158852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=112555628204158852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/112555628204158852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/112555628204158852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2005/09/on-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-112521281610998167</id><published>2005-08-28T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T15:15:41.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The party at Cashew Heights yesterday was great. Really awesome. Never have I been to a party like yesterday's. The presence of Singapore Idol finalist, Leandra, made the party even hotter. Woah. It was all dance, dance and dance. Although I'm not that good in dancing, I managed to have fun. Heh. It was really a blast. Wow!! And I had a great time yesterday with &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt;. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my entire sixteen years nine months and five days of living, never have I slowdanced with anyone. Okay. I'm out of words already. THE PARTY WAS JUST AWESOME. I really had a wonderful time yesterday. God bless everyone who made the party possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;3 YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-112521281610998167?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/112521281610998167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=112521281610998167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/112521281610998167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/112521281610998167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2005/08/party-at-cashew-heights-yesterday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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-7592386.post-112506743938484577</id><published>2005-08-26T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T22:47:11.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The trip to ITE College West Clementi was a boring one. I didn't know we had to do retail stuffs and some computer thingy over there. Retail was boring. Extremely to the maximum. Some were giving that oh-shit-i-knew-i-should-have-not-come-here-at-all face. A few slept while others talk or fiddle with the papers given. The three student helpers didn't help either. Seriously, they were not useful at all except when they showed us the only place to smoke. Haha. That kept most of them awake. Really. Even mdm.Sherifah was bored. After lunch only 10 out of 22 students remained. Haha. Power sia. Played street soccer after that and went home around 9pm. Felt sick and didn't attend school today. Laziness was partly the reason too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way my english oral went smoothly, I think, although I finished the smooth talkings around 5 minutes. Hah! And I was the first person. How great. Woo. Gonna attend some birthday party tomorrow. Hope I'll be able to go out. My prelims is like only how many weeks ahead. Woah. Freakin fast. Studying is my top priority now. Really. I'm not bluffing. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are somekind of wonderful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;heh. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7592386-112506743938484577?l=man-in-street.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/feeds/112506743938484577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7592386&amp;postID=112506743938484577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/112506743938484577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7592386/posts/default/112506743938484577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://man-in-street.blogspot.com/2005/08/trip-to-ite-college-west-clementi-was.html' title=''/><author><name>johnny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08317669827154048706</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>
