<?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-7194795814691775149</id><updated>2011-12-03T22:09:09.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just reality</title><subtitle type='html'>and the truth always hurts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-827047466246204751</id><published>2010-03-13T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:47:27.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invictus</title><content type='html'>Out of the night that covers me,&lt;br /&gt;Black as the pit from pole to pole,&lt;br /&gt;I thank whatever gods may be&lt;br /&gt;For my unconquerable soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the fell clutch of circumstance&lt;br /&gt;I have not winced nor cried aloud.&lt;br /&gt;Under the bludgeonings of chance&lt;br /&gt;My head is bloody, but unbowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond this place of wrath and tears&lt;br /&gt;Looms but the Horror of the shade,&lt;br /&gt;And yet the menace of the years&lt;br /&gt;Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It matters not how strait the gate,&lt;br /&gt;How charged with punishments the scroll,&lt;br /&gt;I am the master of my fate:&lt;br /&gt;I am the captain of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by William Ernest Henley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-827047466246204751?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/827047466246204751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=827047466246204751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/827047466246204751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/827047466246204751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2010/03/invictus.html' title='Invictus'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-3114800199645449143</id><published>2010-01-30T02:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T03:18:38.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Red</title><content type='html'>Out of Champions League, out of FA Cup, out of Carling Cup, out of title race, out of top 4 spot currently, injuries, financial crisis &amp; the list goes on &amp; on. That's what Liverpool's facing in the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been such an agony to watch them play this season. Bad results, poor performance, injuries keep recurring. Lady Luck or The Man in Power certainly doesn't like us. Yea whatever the excuses are, the performance has been below-par. Such a torture to watch. I swear, i curse, i groan, &amp; i scream during the games. At times i've been questioning myself whether to continue watching, or supporting them. It's like what-the-hell-am-i-doing-right-now when all you get in return is just pain and torture anyway. Or maybe i'm just used to this situation for a damn long time already. You know, like going out with a bunch of people you do not really want to hang out with but still the all smiles on your face. Ah forget about it. Doesn't matter anyway. My belief on the team is pretty shaken right now, and hell they might get even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With others keep making fun of your team when you have nothing to refute because they're really a laughing stock and they really suck, what are you going to do? Stop supporting and find another team instead? Yea a pretty good suggestion. Maybe i should support Chelsea since there are plenty of reasons to do so. Top of the table, good squad, financially strong, etc. Or maybe i should support Man United instead, still the best team in Premier League era although they are not really as strong as they were in the past. Hmmmmm.... the answer's pretty simple, hell no. Never will i be in the same class with the so-called fans that know nothing about their club. They do not watch, they cannot name the squad, they do not know about the history and they only know how to ask questions like "Man U win ah yesterday?", "Rooney scored ah?" or "Huh? Man U lost? U sure or not?". Such a disgrace when they call themselves football fans when they practically know nothing about football except those three questions. Loyalty? Wait til when Sir Alex Ferguson retires and we shall see where these 'fans' are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about loyalty. Am i loyal? Seriously i don't know. I've only been supporting them for 3-and-a-half years. Not really long though compared to other fans. But i think i'm one of the hardcores though. Trying to follow every game even when i have to wake up early in the morning or staying up whole night. Joy or sorrow  still I never regretted it. Yea, so why giving up? So what if they cannot make it to the top 4 this season, so what if the key players leave? I'll stick to the team no matter what. Call me an idiot or whatever names u want. I don't really care. In the end what really matters is how i think. Others' opinions aren't really important after all. Good times or bad times, you support something that you love, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was, I am, &amp; I will always be&lt;br /&gt;All Red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YNWA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-3114800199645449143?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/3114800199645449143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=3114800199645449143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/3114800199645449143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/3114800199645449143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-red.html' title='All Red'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-8996019125468147883</id><published>2010-01-18T01:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T00:10:22.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Went to primary school reunion about a month ago. Surely reminded how young, naive &amp; stupid i was. Never expected so many to come. Credits to Kai Jun &amp; Kar May for organising it. It's been quite a long time since we parted, about 7 years? Time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasure to attend, since it's not easy to meet them again. Still could recognize everyone though, luckily. Would love to meet more as some did not attend, but they have their own reasons. Couldn't blame it on them, it's been quite a long time. Everyone's doing pretty fine i guess. Would love to chat with some for a longer time, but it's fine anyway. I mean, what difference could it make anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 years, not very great or bad either. But it certainly has carved something in my mind. You see, people change. Even if u hope that everything can still remain the same, others might not. Some have moved on, maybe with a better life, so what's the point of chasing something that will never be back. It's like a never-ending tunnel. I changed too. A better person? i doubt so, but at least i'm not naive anymore, or should i say i'm more realistic now? Reality bites, and it bit me pretty hard. But i do miss the old times, when there's no worries and everything was still so pure and sincere. Yea, i know it would not be possible to relive the moments again, but somehow deep inside, i really wish maybe, just maybe that i can. Or maybe, i should just let go and move on. Find something new and forget the past. Again, why still hanging on when others don't really care right? Just accept what you have right now and not hoping for something that's gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends forever? Bullshit. Everyone said this, but how many can really keep the promise? How many have actually remain connected to each another? How many actually still tell their very own problems to their close friends even when they're not together? Yea, when everyone's around, it's really fun. But when it's not, the connection's lost. Pretty funny huh? Take your own initiative right? bullshit. People always take things for granted, if you've been doing something for them, they will expect you to do it again. Appreciation? Only when you're useful, or when you aren't happy about it? Eventually, time passes and everything goes back to square one again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm flawed as well. People might think the same way about me as i think about them. Doesn't matter anyway. Couldn't be right even when they're wrong, as it's been the way how things are done. Maybe it's time to stop clinging on that thin little thread that's been pretty a burden and just search for something new. Could this be the reason that i do not have many friends, excluding the fact that i'm pretty anti-social as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should remain stupid and naive, but my goddamn mind won't allow it for sure. But i think i will still hang on for a short while, at least until i leave to a whole new place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, i still miss Nov 06.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-8996019125468147883?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/8996019125468147883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=8996019125468147883&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/8996019125468147883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/8996019125468147883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2010/01/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-8184446023396349920</id><published>2009-11-07T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T01:28:28.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>One Question.&lt;br /&gt;What will happen if the rabbit did not fall asleep in the race between him and tortoise? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my finals on next week and I'm addicted to Bejeweled Blitz instead of textbooks. Wish me luck. I need it. Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-8184446023396349920?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/8184446023396349920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=8184446023396349920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/8184446023396349920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/8184446023396349920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-8146801627982220727</id><published>2009-10-15T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T00:57:51.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Enemy</title><content type='html'>It feels like everyone's hating me now because of a misunderstanding. &lt;br /&gt;To clarify myself, here's what actually happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't in the class. I did not know that he intended to change the time. I did not know that someone had approached him and said " 'we' will settle it " without even asking us for our opinion first. I did not know that i wasn't the first one to tell him that we had class that clashes with another one. I thought he did not want to take the responsibility to tell the lecturer. I was wrong and I admit it. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do not regret what I did. Let me ask u something. How do you feel when u just got back to ur room and get scolded for being irresponsible for not telling the other classes first? My friend was a victim and I heard everyone from other classes were angry with us. I was furious of course because never did we have the intention to skip class at first. I thought that he did not want to inform the lecturer. So I skipped since why should i care when our class representative did not bother about the matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do admit that my emotions got over me. But i can assure u that if u were to be in my position, u'll do the same thing as well. Thanks to some people, who actually made their own decision first without even asking their classmates, the situation got worse. I'm not trying to find anyone to blame right now. No blame game is played over here. I just want to know the truth and now i know it. I'm fighting for what i believe in and i do what i think is right. If u do not fight for what u believe is right, what's the point of living? Someone claimed that silence speaks louder than words. So they kept quiet and did not tell us what was really going on. Because of this, something happened and someone got hurt. (Of course it wasn't entirely their fault, but can't blame everything on me) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only apology that i can give u is sorry for being myself. I might say something offensive but i'm just being me, straight. I can tell u that I even did it to my best friend before, and no I did not regret doing so. I just say whatever i think is right because i fight for my own self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action speaks louder than words&lt;/span&gt;. I've apologised to him. So what's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-8146801627982220727?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/8146801627982220727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=8146801627982220727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/8146801627982220727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/8146801627982220727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/10/public-enemy.html' title='Public Enemy'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-5868550213752453285</id><published>2009-10-04T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:37:36.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Ways To Score Points With A Woman</title><content type='html'>Currently reading &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus&lt;/span&gt; by John Gray. I find the book pretty interesting, especially Chapter 10: Scoring Points With Opposite Sex. Below are some of the ways taken from the book on how to score with a woman (my opinion in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Italic&lt;/span&gt;) Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Give her 4 hugs a day. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;4? what happens if i give 3? or 5?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Make a point of cuddling or being affectionate sometimes without being sexual. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Men, don't think about lust all the time&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Be patient when she's sharing. Don't look at your watch. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what's wrong with checking the time?&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Display affection in public. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Excuse me? This is Malaysia. You'll get fined for it.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Take her dancing or take dancing lessons together. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what if she wanna learn belly dancing together? lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Treat her in ways you did at the beginning of the relationship. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nice one. Lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Offer to sharpen her knives in the kitchen. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And remember to hide it when you quarrel with her&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70, 71 &amp; 72. Open the door for her and offer to carry the groceries and heavy boxes for her. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A gentleman =  A slave&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. When she prepares a meal, compliment her cooking.(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is hard to do&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. When listening to her, reassure that you're interested by making little noises like ah ha, uh huh, oh, mmhuh, and hmmmmm. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sorry but this sounds a bit orgasmic to me. Lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Laugh at her jokes and humor. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is even harder. Lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Bring home her favourite pie or dessert. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And be prepared to be blamed when she's getting fatter.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is seriously just for laugh. &lt;br /&gt;Btw, Happy Birthday to me. Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-5868550213752453285?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/5868550213752453285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=5868550213752453285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/5868550213752453285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/5868550213752453285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/10/101-ways-to-score-points-with-woman.html' title='101 Ways To Score Points With A Woman'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-8297547286906302287</id><published>2009-09-27T17:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:06:48.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Ways</title><content type='html'>Ten Bizarre Ways to Support Your Team&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.caughtoffside.com/2009/09/11/ten-bizarre-ways-to-support-your-team/#more-16421"&gt;http://www.caughtoffside.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes it’s just not enough to turn up and shout abuse at the opposition!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.caughtoffside.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/100_l.jpg" alt="" title="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-16440" width="360" height="360" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-16421"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Change of name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.caughtoffside.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/football_love_manchester_united.jpg" alt="" title="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-16424" width="254" height="254" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2007 a Bulgarian man tried to legally change his name to Manchester United to reflect his love for the club. Unfortunately for him, magistrates ruled he could only change his first name. So for now, say hi to Mr. Manchester Levidzhev.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Huge Tattoo’s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.caughtoffside.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/football_tattoo.jpg" alt="" title="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-16425" width="335" height="192" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is quite a common slight to see a small tattoo on the arm of the local skinhead of his teams crest but some take it one step further.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This gentleman decided the small Middlesbrough FC crest wasn’t enough (maybe it was too common to have just on the shoulder). So he decided to get a much larger one right next to it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Inflate themselves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.caughtoffside.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/inflatable_football_kit_germany.jpg" alt="inflatable_football_kit_&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Not content with buying a replica kit some football fans like to wear an inflatable kit so they can say they are the biggest fan there is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is a healthier and cheaper method then eating half time pies too&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Start them young&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.caughtoffside.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/football_baby.jpg" alt="" title="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-16427" width="330" height="259" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s quite normal for a father to buy their son or daughter a mini replica kit but to go as far as drinking cup and a teddy bear, let them make their own mind up dads!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. For that romantic moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.caughtoffside.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/football_candle.jpg" alt="" title="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-16428" width="330" height="330" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For many, football takes over their lives and during the season some people may forget they are married entirely. So just before the divorce papers are signed, save that marriage by having a nice romantic evening in with your teams themed candles.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Also don’t shout “FULL TIME!” once the candle burns out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Small details&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.caughtoffside.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/football_credit_card.jpg" alt="" title="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-16429" width="330" height="223" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When you open your wallet (or purse) and look for money only to find none (as usual) you reach for your credit card. Not your die-hard football supporter, they reach for their football credit card branded with their footballs crest and colours.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Even the mans best friend…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.caughtoffside.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/football_dogbowl.jpg" alt="" title="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-16430" width="330" height="330" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why should a man's best friend be treated any different to the kids. Dogs too can be forced to cheer (howl) the team on at weekends too&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. In the office&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.caughtoffside.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/football_mouse.jpg" alt="" title="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-16431" width="330" height="330" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One thing about when you start working in an office is everyone asks what team you support (so they know whether to talk to you or not) but after being asked for the tenth time you tire and the time taken to respond to the questions adds up. Cut down this time with your football teams mouse to show everyone where your support lies. (don’t be surprised if you find this destroyed the next day by a rival fan)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Support your team anywhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.caughtoffside.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/football_pants.jpg" alt="" title="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-16432" width="330" height="259" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At some point there becomes a time when wearing that football shirt just isn’t appropriate, like a wedding, a funeral or an important meeting etc but that doesn’t mean you can’t support your team where no one (possibly) will see.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. For ever and ever and ever and ever…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.caughtoffside.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/football_cemetery.jpg" alt="" title="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-16433" width="331" height="248" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hamburg football fans live and breathe their team, and now they can be dead and not breathing. There is now a cemetery next to Hamburg football club stadium where fans can be buried with a blue and white gravestone to match the teams kit colours all for the same price of an annual season ticket. Not bad value!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-8297547286906302287?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/8297547286906302287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=8297547286906302287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/8297547286906302287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/8297547286906302287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/09/10.html' title='10 Ways'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-1469278342688222956</id><published>2009-09-05T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:33:20.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;My brother's attempt of trying to be funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where does Sherlock Holmes buy his medication?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Answer: Watson's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*This is taken from his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://16december.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-laugh.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-1469278342688222956?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/1469278342688222956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=1469278342688222956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/1469278342688222956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/1469278342688222956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/09/laugh.html' title='Laugh'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-1024239575283269045</id><published>2009-08-31T03:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T05:04:41.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glass Of Plain Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDZRpFTsM0s/SkTzhLNWcUI/AAAAAAAAABA/30B8ZrVdMSw/s320/ist2_3557491-half-glass-of-water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDZRpFTsM0s/SkTzhLNWcUI/AAAAAAAAABA/30B8ZrVdMSw/s320/ist2_3557491-half-glass-of-water.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you see this glass of water? Half full? or half empty? For me I always try to see it as half full, but deep in my mind the real answer is half empty. In fact, I focus on the empty part so much that I totally ignore the part that is full with water. I always think things negatively, although I really try to be more optimistic sometimes. I'm the total opposite of someone who is so full of him/herself. I'm not like someone who thinks he/she has nothing wrong at all. In other words, I do not believe in myself at all. Whenever i hope for something good to happen, shits happen instead. And when I do not put high hopes on anything, something nice surprisingly happens. Law of attraction is bullshit. It never works for me. So, I choose to believe in a total opposite way. So what should I do? Change my way of thinking? Be more optimistic? Look at the the part which is full? Ignore the empty part? No. I'll just end up becoming someone I despise. Or I will end up being the same old person. No improvement. Still flawed as ever. So the empty part should act as a reminder, that i'm not good enough, that i need to get better. I shall add its volume. I shall make this glass full. Totally full. Not half full or half empty or whatsoever. And this is one hell of a thing i should think about right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happens next after it's full? Satisfied? Happy? No. That's just not enough. Do you know what's the worst thing that can happen to someone? Having no water to drink at all is not the answer. It's when people around you are drinking juices, cokes, cocktails, wines, etc while u only have the only option of drinking the plain water over and over again. People who are short of water are only worried about whether they have something to drink or not. They wouldn't care for anything else or wish to have more than just water. That's a different world. Plain water is just not enough for this realistic world. And I have been holding this glass of plain water for goddamn 19 years. I have been admiring other people's drinks, hoping I can somehow drink something different. You know what? Nothing ever happen. There's no luck or hope. It just won't happen by itself. And I'm sick of it. Sick of drinking the same glass of plain water again. Sick of seeing others drinking better stuffs. This is going to change. I'm gonna change this glass of plain water of mine to something else. Something better. Wine, vodka, champagne, whisky, beer, you name it. If Jesus can change water to wine, why can't I? I'm going to be my own Jesus. I don't care how long it takes, what it takes, this glass of plain water is to be changed. I'm going to perform my own miracle. Whoever that stands in my way, i'm gonna bring them down. Even if it's God ( if he ever exists), if he tries to mess with me again, i'm gonna take him out as well no matter what. ( No offence to the believers, but I'm a non-believer ) All I ever need is believe in myself. Hoping and praying are not going to work. Working it out myself is the only way.I have to believe that I'm able to do it. I need to change this glass of plain water. And that's a promise for myself. This glass of plain water is going to be changed to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://most-expensive.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/expensive-champagne-heidsieck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://most-expensive.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/expensive-champagne-heidsieck.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: normal;"&gt; 1907 Heidsieck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“A successful man is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks others have thrown at him.” - David Brinkley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. this is not an emo post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-1024239575283269045?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/1024239575283269045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=1024239575283269045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/1024239575283269045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/1024239575283269045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/08/glass-of-plain-water.html' title='A Glass Of Plain Water'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CDZRpFTsM0s/SkTzhLNWcUI/AAAAAAAAABA/30B8ZrVdMSw/s72-c/ist2_3557491-half-glass-of-water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-303071645638119918</id><published>2009-08-25T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T19:56:57.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>Really had a scare last week. Thought I was going to die. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently one of my fellow course mates was infected by Influenza type A (not sure whether it was H1N1 or not) and she got admitted into hospital. At the same time, i was having common flu (running nose, sore throat, cough, no fever though). I never ever thought it can get any serious until my friend asked me to go for test first before going back to college. Well, since there are cases of A(H1N1) without fever or any symptoms at all, I, being so paranoid of dying, freaked myself out until there was an uneasy feeling on my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After went to hospital and wasted 40++ for check-up, i found out that there was nothing wrong with me at all! My breathing was pretty clear, the Dr said. I was so scared until i thought i had difficulty in breathing. Lol. It's just like people start to see things when they're very afraid of ghost. The same thing happened. Haha. So i continue with my medications (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the cough syrup was surprisingly sweet, i think i have higher chances of dying due to overdose though&lt;/span&gt;) and now i'm so damn okay. Luckily it's not H1N1. So afraid of dying. U see...I can't die right now cause...&lt;br /&gt;I'm only 19&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a virgin&lt;br /&gt;I'm still single&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get my MBBS degree.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get rich.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna own a Suzuki Swift.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have a house of my own.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get married.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have kids.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have my own career.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see my kids growing up.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear them calling me dad.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spoil them so much.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see them graduate.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see them get married.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see them having their own kids.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold my grandchildren with my very own arms.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear them calling me Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see them growing up.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see them graduate.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see them get married.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see them having their own kids.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold my great grandchildren with my very own arms.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hear them calling me Great Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on and on....&lt;br /&gt;I can't die now right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. Just notice the previous post was posted on 12.34 am. Wondering whether it was on 12:34:56. Just a random thought btw. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-303071645638119918?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/303071645638119918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=303071645638119918&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/303071645638119918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/303071645638119918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/08/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-7220003267889639009</id><published>2009-08-16T00:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:21:49.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slow and steady win the race&lt;/span&gt;. That's what happens in the race between the tortoise and the rabbit. At King's Lynn, Norfolk, England, this strategy has helped a tortoise to win himself a mate... after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 years of trying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in 1899. this 110-year-old tortoise, called Billy, has finally succeeded in mating with his reluctant partner, Tammy, 47, and now the couple have 7 eggs due to hatch in 8 to 12 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/08/11/article-1205773-06061E41000005DC-493_468x555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 307px;" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/08/11/article-1205773-06061E41000005DC-493_468x555.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Happy couple, Billy (Front) and Tammy (Back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the course of this love story hasn't run smoothly or quickly, because Tammy has been rejecting Billy's advances on numerous occasions. Apparently, she even has a few dents on her shell where he kept knocking her hoping for a bit of flower-bed action (in other term, "sex"). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This sounds more like F**k Story though. Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 15 years of trying with a never-say-die attitude, the male tortoise has finally got what he wanted. Now, the happy couple are currently waiting for their kids to hatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/08/11/article-1205773-06061DC0000005DC-508_468x286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 172px;" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2009/08/11/article-1205773-06061DC0000005DC-508_468x286.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Waiting for the eggs to hatch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something said by the owner, Peter Crane,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“I didn’t realize he had it in him but apparently the older they get the more fertile they become and he's obviously raring to go. He’s a very lively tortoise…He chases Tammy around the garden and they head butt each other as a mating ritual. Tammy even has a dent in the back of her shell where he has given her a nasty bang. She’s been a difficult one to crack but it shows persistence pays off when you’re chasing a woman and I can’t wait for the offspring to be born.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Never ever try doing this unless u're a tortoise. 15 years is a very long period. If u're Mr. Time-Is-On-My-Side, it's a different story then. But the problem is, time waits for no one, right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Somehow, i have this thought of trying it.  Or maybe i should forget about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-7220003267889639009?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/7220003267889639009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=7220003267889639009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/7220003267889639009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/7220003267889639009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-story.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-5714851601935644938</id><published>2009-08-14T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:45:45.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All good guys go to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All bad guys go to women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Got this from my friend's shirt. How i wish i was a bad guy. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-5714851601935644938?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/5714851601935644938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=5714851601935644938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/5714851601935644938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/5714851601935644938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/08/guys.html' title='Guys'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-7174434631062383379</id><published>2009-08-11T14:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:39:27.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sponge</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine once said, " I wish to study like a sponge"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I told him, " Which means u absorb things easily, and forget easily too? By the way, sponge shrinks after use."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Anything that comes out from my mouth are never encouraging. Need to change that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-7174434631062383379?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/7174434631062383379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=7174434631062383379&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/7174434631062383379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/7174434631062383379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/08/sponge.html' title='Sponge'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-6799923826759320834</id><published>2009-08-09T03:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T04:01:05.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Bean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cn.made-in-china.com/image/2f0j01GMcTEBfgFUziM/%E5%8D%97%E5%9B%BD%E7%9B%B8%E6%80%9D%E7%BA%A2%E8%B1%86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 325px;" src="http://cn.made-in-china.com/image/2f0j01GMcTEBfgFUziM/%E5%8D%97%E5%9B%BD%E7%9B%B8%E6%80%9D%E7%BA%A2%E8%B1%86.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cn.made-in-china.com/image/2f0j01GMcTEBfgFUziM/%E5%8D%97%E5%9B%BD%E7%9B%B8%E6%80%9D%E7%BA%A2%E8%B1%86.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-6799923826759320834?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/6799923826759320834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=6799923826759320834&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/6799923826759320834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/6799923826759320834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/08/red-bean.html' title='Red Bean'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-4343901469479756212</id><published>2009-08-07T19:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T15:51:26.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>After 19 years of my life, i have finally reached 50kg.&lt;br /&gt;What an accomplishment for me. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next target: 55, here i come.&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-4343901469479756212?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/4343901469479756212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=4343901469479756212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/4343901469479756212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/4343901469479756212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-4036209540685376186</id><published>2009-08-04T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:20:28.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking at the bright side...</title><content type='html'>I drank RM100++ worth of liquor without paying a single cent. That's something i should be happy about. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-4036209540685376186?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/4036209540685376186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=4036209540685376186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/4036209540685376186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/4036209540685376186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/08/looking-at-bright-side.html' title='Looking at the bright side...'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-6484317574237094048</id><published>2009-08-01T16:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T17:10:36.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A piece of advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never ever get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Suffering from amnesia right now.&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember a single shit that happened last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. I'm very sorry if anyone felt uncomfortable for anything i did last night. Blame the event for giving free flow of drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-6484317574237094048?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/6484317574237094048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=6484317574237094048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/6484317574237094048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/6484317574237094048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/08/word-of-advice.html' title='A piece of advice'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-8919590001062078152</id><published>2009-07-30T03:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T03:07:51.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>When i was checking  the ingredients for Appeton Weight Gain,  i found that fibre's included in it! So that explains why i go to toilet twice per day instead of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Appeton Weight Gain surely is a good product. Besides helping one to gain weight, it also helps to prevent constipation as well. That's killing two birds with a stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-8919590001062078152?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/8919590001062078152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=8919590001062078152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/8919590001062078152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/8919590001062078152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-2700352400701710229</id><published>2009-07-26T14:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:45:36.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Never Walk Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ID_f4n6DnWQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ID_f4n6DnWQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk through a storm&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head up high&lt;br /&gt;And don't be afraid of the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the storm&lt;br /&gt;Is a golden sky&lt;br /&gt;And the sweet silver song of the lark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk on through the wind&lt;br /&gt;Walk on through the rain&lt;br /&gt;Though your dreams be tossed and blown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk on walk on with hope in your heart&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;You'll never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk on walk on with hope in your heart&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;You'll never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;You'll never walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. I would have been in Singapore enjoying the moment of my lifetime if I had more money. YNWA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-2700352400701710229?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/2700352400701710229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=2700352400701710229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/2700352400701710229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/2700352400701710229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/07/youll-never-walk-alone.html' title='You&apos;ll Never Walk Alone'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-2569220628683241737</id><published>2009-07-19T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:08:49.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did the party go at Portman Square?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I do not know, Juliet was not there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did the Lady Gaster's party go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juliet was next to me, and I do not know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s This poem was told by my English lecturer in her class, and as far as i could remember it sounds like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-2569220628683241737?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/2569220628683241737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=2569220628683241737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/2569220628683241737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://store.liverpoolfc.tv/Assets/Liverpool/Client/products/P/0/6/P06230_hero_t.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Liverpool FC Home, Away &amp;amp; Euro Kit for Season 09/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YNWA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-5255517620733158314?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/5255517620733158314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=5255517620733158314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/5255517620733158314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/5255517620733158314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/07/red-black-white.html' title='Red, Black &amp; White'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-3276522269184283044</id><published>2009-07-11T04:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T04:18:06.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 guns</title><content type='html'>by Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AxsPVy7jbXA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AxsPVy7jbXA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Do you know what's worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;When it's not worth dying for?&lt;br /&gt;Does it take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;And you feel yourself suffocating?&lt;br /&gt;Does the pain weigh out the pride?&lt;br /&gt;And you look for a place to hide?&lt;br /&gt;Did someone break your heart inside?&lt;br /&gt;You're in ruins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your arms&lt;br /&gt;Give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're at the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;And you lost all sense of control&lt;br /&gt;And your thoughts have taken their toll&lt;br /&gt;When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul&lt;br /&gt;Your faith walks on broken glass&lt;br /&gt;And the hangover doesn't pass&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's ever built to last&lt;br /&gt;You're in ruins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your arms&lt;br /&gt;Give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you try to live on your own&lt;br /&gt;When you burned down the house and home?&lt;br /&gt;Did you stand too close to the fire?&lt;br /&gt;Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's time to live and let die&lt;br /&gt;And you can't get another try&lt;br /&gt;Something inside this heart has died&lt;br /&gt;You're in ruins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your arms&lt;br /&gt;Give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky&lt;br /&gt;You and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-3276522269184283044?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/3276522269184283044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=3276522269184283044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/3276522269184283044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/3276522269184283044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/07/21-guns_11.html' title='21 guns'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-8689482862190163315</id><published>2009-07-11T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:08:43.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>I think too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='Sorry'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-4729471719550728861</id><published>2009-07-05T04:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T05:32:22.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetic</title><content type='html'>If u think that i'm going to blast someone else over here again, u're wrong. i'm blasting no one except myself. For all the time in my life, I have been trying to please everyone even by the means of doing something i don't like and by faking a smile. Yes, i'm pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to hang out with people whom i'm not close with or do not know at all, yet i did so by following my friends out to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to go to some fancy and expensive restaurants, yet i followed every time when my friends went, especially Italianies and Tony Roma's.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to watch movies i'm not interested in like Enchanted or She's the Man, yet i still watched it cause i was supposed to be in the 'gang' with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to go to eat steamboat buffet, yet i went there twice.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my plans thwarted and replaced by another plan, yet i still went cause i'm supposed to show up.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to listen to my friend's preachings or attend any church events, yet i still went even though knowing they're trying to convert me again and again cause i'm invited to go.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to do something i suck in, yet i still did it in front of everybody else cause i'm supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to play something i know i'll definitely lose, yet i still join again and again so that i can see my friends' happy faces and listen to their laughter of joy after beating me again and again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to take care of the kids or the house, yet i still do it cause nobody else cares as one's playing the computer all the time and one's out or sleeping all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to be humiliated or to be made fun of, yet i humiliated my own self to make others laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to do something i like and be discouraged by others, yet i still remained silent and told them nothing about how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to blog about myself or write any emo post, yet now i'm doing it cause i can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to hope for something i'll never get, yet i still do and history always repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to live in the past forever, yet i'm still thinking about it and i even hope i could travel back in time.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to be related to me in the past, yet until now i'm still the same afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i have been trying to change myself, yet nothing ever changes at all. What's the point of changing when everything's back to square one again?&lt;br /&gt;I want to be optimistic, but i was laughed and i'm still as pessimistic as ever.&lt;br /&gt;I want to look better, but i was laughed and people still think i'm nerdy or geeky as ever.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be known that i'm more than being good in academics, but relatives only know me as that, nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be good in everything i do, i do not want perfection, just to be satisfied, but i was left disappointed at the end.&lt;br /&gt;I want my presence to be appreciated, but everything i have done will be forgotten again and again.&lt;br /&gt;I want to really enjoy my life, but it is me who makes it suck again.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to be myself, but i care too much of what others think of me.&lt;br /&gt;I know that life doesn't suck, i know that she had taught me to appreciate life, hold no grudge and fight with everything u got. But i still can't change a single bit of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just wish i wasn't me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just wish i was somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know by writing this out won't really help at all.&lt;br /&gt;And i do not post it to get any sympathy or attention, and even if u think that i do, i wouldn't care for what u think at all.&lt;br /&gt;And if u were to say something about this post, please do so but i won't give a shit at all.&lt;br /&gt;And if u think u can understand how i feel, i can assure u that u understand nothing, u're not me.&lt;br /&gt;And if u treat me better after reading this post, u're even more pathetic than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-4729471719550728861?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/4729471719550728861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=4729471719550728861&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/4729471719550728861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/4729471719550728861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/07/pathetic.html' title='Pathetic'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-1293642504134762672</id><published>2009-07-04T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T02:16:36.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great LFC quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; "If Everton were playing at the bottom of the garden, I'd pull the curtains." (Bill Shankly) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; "In my time at Liverpool we always said we had the best two teams in Merseyside: Liverpool and Liverpool Reserves." (Bill Shankly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; "Please be quick, I need to get to the hospital to make sure Robben is okay!" (Rafa after Arjen Robben's theatrics led to &lt;a href="http://www.liverpoolfc.tv/team/squad/reina/" class="red"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pepe Reina being sent off) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; "If you're in the penalty area and don't know what to do with the ball, put it in the net and we'll discuss the options later." (Bob Paisley)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; "Mind you, I've been here during the bad times too - one year we came second." (Bob Paisley) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt; "Liverpool are magic, Everton are tragic." (Emlyn Hughes) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt; "It was like playing in a foreign country." (Ian Rush on his time with Juventus in Italy) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.&lt;/b&gt; "Anybody who plays for me should be a bad loser." (Graeme Souness) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.&lt;/b&gt; "You can't call yourselves Liverpool players if you have your heads down. If we create a few chances we have the possibility of getting back into this. Believe you can do it and you will. Give yourself the chance to be heroes." (What Rafa Benitez reportedly told his players at half-time in Istanbul)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.&lt;/b&gt; "Of course I didn't take my wife to see Rochdale as an anniversary present, it was her birthday. Would I have got married in the football season? Anyway, it was Rochdale Reserves." (Bill Shankly)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.&lt;/b&gt; "Nobody likes being criticised, particularly by players who will be in Disneyland this summer on their holidays rather than the World Cup in Japan." (Phil Thompson responding to criticism from Frank de Boer of Barcelona, who said Liverpool were boring)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12.&lt;/b&gt; "As a manager you are important sometimes and you make mistakes, but the most important people are your staff and your players. Never call me the special one." (Rafa Benitez)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13.&lt;/b&gt; "I will never forget Steve Nicol's arrival in October 1981. Until then, the three Scots already at Anfield, Al, Graeme and me, had been pretty well able to look after ourselves. We had built up an understanding that the Scots were the master race. We would quote historical facts to the English players to prove it. Some of the most important inventions and discoveries in the world came from from Scots, like television, the telephone, penicillin, the steam engine and tarmac. Their names are part of history - John Logie Baird, Alexander Graham Bell, Alexander Fleming, James Watt. Not to mention those other wonders of the world, golf and whisky... Everything we had built up, he destroyed in 10 minutes." (Kenny Dalglish on his fellow Scotsman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14.&lt;/b&gt; "He couldn't play anyway. I only wanted him for the reserve team." (Bill Shankly upon hearing Celtic's Lou Macari had snubbed Liverpool in favour of a move to Manchester United)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15.&lt;/b&gt; "Our job is to make the fans happy. When we win, 45,000 people go home happy. When we lose, it not only affects them, it affects their cats." (Gerard Houllier)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16.&lt;/b&gt; "Take that bandage off. And what do you mean about YOUR knee? It's Liverpool's knee!" (Bill Shankly to Tommy Smith) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17.&lt;/b&gt; "Chairman Mao has never seen a greater show of red strength." (Bill Shankly) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18.&lt;/b&gt; "Who's bigger than Liverpool?" (Jamie Carragher when asked by Sky Sports if he'd thought of moving to a bigger club) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19.&lt;/b&gt; "When I was at Valencia my wife said that we would win the league. She was right and to mark the occasion she asked me for a new watch. I bought her the watch, but then she said that we would win the UEFA Cup and that when we did she wanted another watch. Now she says that we will win the Champions League and that she will want an even more expensive watch. My wife has a lot of confidence and a lot of watches." (Rafa Benitez)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20.&lt;/b&gt; "Some people believe football is a matter of life and death, I am very disappointed with that attitude. I can assure you it is much, much more important than that." (Bill Shankly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YNWA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Jimmy Rice&lt;br /&gt;(taken from http://www.liverpoolfc.tv/news/drilldown/N164932090703-0850.htm)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-1293642504134762672?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/1293642504134762672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=1293642504134762672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/1293642504134762672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/1293642504134762672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/07/great-lfc-quotes.html' title='Great LFC quotes'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-8789773895032592192</id><published>2009-06-25T06:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T06:58:35.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Nocturnal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It's 7 a.m. in the morning and I'm still awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:4Of0kpT_0HdR_M:http://www.mayantimes.com/pictires/animal%2520pictures/owl%24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 131px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:4Of0kpT_0HdR_M:http://www.mayantimes.com/pictires/animal%2520pictures/owl%24.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm a night owl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s i'm going to Redang tonight. Should be another sleepless night in the bus. *Sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-8789773895032592192?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/8789773895032592192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=8789773895032592192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/8789773895032592192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/8789773895032592192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-nocturnal.html' title='I&apos;m Nocturnal'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-1359854583825001365</id><published>2009-06-19T17:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:27:07.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This blog is dead for centuries and i shall revive it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaa.. back to life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;A brand new post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&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/7194795814691775149-1359854583825001365?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/1359854583825001365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=1359854583825001365&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/1359854583825001365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/1359854583825001365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-life.html' title='Back to Life'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-1912993888541640226</id><published>2009-05-27T01:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T02:46:29.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About the previous post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Dear readers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;About the previous post, it's not just a plain stupid story about how a pink alligator lives and dies in the end, it's about the meaning of his life, the journey to find it. Okay.. u might be thinking that i'm &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;talking nonsense over here,&lt;br /&gt;so let me explain about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U see... the pink alligator has been hungry and lonely for most of his life, leaving him to wonder the reason of his existence, doubting himself, depressed, thinking that there's absolutely nothing for him to live for. "What's the meaning of my life? Why am i pink? Do i live just to suffer?" All sort of thoughts went thru his mind. However, he  lives on to search, to find, and to understand the sole reason for his existence. Until the day he met the bird, he became happy for the first time in his life. He finally made a friend, and that's the only thing he had. He thought he had found the meaning of his life, to be friends with the bird, to spend happy moments with the bird, to live happily ever after with the bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he accidentally killed his friend, everything was gone. To him, the bird meant everything. The meaning of his life that he had found before just disappeared, back to the days before of hopeless life. Lost, he cried himself to death, without knowing why he exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... although the pink alligator did not find the meaning of his life, the residents of the forest did. His life was to  create the beautiful lake for others, even though the others did not realize it. Because the meaning of ur life is not something u should worry about, it's about what others think of ur life or what u were able to do for them. So for u, or me, or anyone else... the meaning of our lives are something we make but don't see. Everyone depends on each another. For those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who keeps whining about their lives, telling their life sucks, saying that life's meaningless&lt;/span&gt;, then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do something&lt;/span&gt; to change ur life. Some people did not even have a chance to live. So stop complaining and start to look at urself and think what u can do for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life isn't about who u are, what u have, or when u die. It's about what u can do, what u have done and how u live it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7194795814691775149-1912993888541640226?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/1912993888541640226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=1912993888541640226&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/1912993888541640226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/1912993888541640226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/05/about-previous-post.html' title='About the previous post...'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-526210400276893313</id><published>2009-05-08T18:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:47:35.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Alligator</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rlv.zcache.com/crocodile_alligator_gator_croc_sticker-p217886991071010939tdcj_210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 210px;" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/crocodile_alligator_gator_croc_sticker-p217886991071010939tdcj_210.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was this pink alligator. He was born in the calm forest of green, but he turned out to be pink in colour. Due to the colour, he cannot hunt for food easily as he was so noticeable and visible,  so he was hungry all the time. The other animals disliked him and found him disgusting as he's pink.... Almost like he's cursed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he decided to live alone. But after sometime he made a friend. His friend was a bird, but a bird that cannot fly. So the pink alligator would let the bird to stand on his back and practice flying. The pink alligator was very happy as the bird was his first friend. They started going to the river everyday, and the bird would sing while the alligator listened. Both were enjoying the happy moments they spent together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, happy moments usually do not last long. The pink alligator could not catch food easily because of his colour. Pink is so such an odd colour that his prey can notice him from far away and escape rather easily. Thus he normally had to eat the corpse of the dead animals that fell into the water. But, there was a period that he cannot find any food at all. He became so hungry  that he was so dizzy all the time... And he accidentally ate the bird one day when the bird was sleeping in his mouth. He realised his mistake immediately and he quickly drank lots of swamp water to induce vomiting.. but the bird was already dead after he managed to vomit out. After that incident, he was so sad that he just did not have any appetite to eat anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink alligator cried and cried for a long time as this sadness was too much for him to bear. In fact, he cried until he drowned in his own tears. His tears became a beautiful lake, and beautiful flowers and trees with delicious fruits grew around the lake. The other animals in the forest soon found this beautiful place and often went there to relax. But, none of the animals did know that it was the pink alligator that created the place or that he was gone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s I did not create this story. It was taken from a game called Persona 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-526210400276893313?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/526210400276893313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=526210400276893313&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/526210400276893313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/526210400276893313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/05/pink-alligator.html' title='Pink Alligator'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-6737422565447390873</id><published>2009-05-03T04:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T04:17:17.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Barcelona beat Real Madrid 6-2 at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Santiago Bernabéu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-6737422565447390873?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/6737422565447390873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=6737422565447390873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/6737422565447390873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/6737422565447390873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/05/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-3769360608206661958</id><published>2009-04-29T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:28:30.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;001. Real Name: Anyone who reads my blog would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;002. Nickname(s): I would prefer not to say out. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;003. Age: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;004. Horoscope: Libra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;005. Male or Female: Male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;006. Elementary: SJK (C) Khe Beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;007. Middle School: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SMK Bukit Kemuning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;008. High School:  SMK Bukit Kemuning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;009. College: INTEC, UiTM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;010. Hair Colour : Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;011. Long or Short: Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;012. Loud or Quiet: Neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans: Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;014. Phone or Camera: Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;015. Health Freak: Not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;016 Drink or Smoke: Drink of course. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone: Nope. It was so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;018. Eat or Drink: Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;019. Piercing: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;020. Tattoos: Nope, i'm scared of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;021. Social or Anti-Social: Neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;022. Right or Lefty: Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;023. First Piercing: Never got one before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;024. First Relationship: Never got one before too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;025. First Best Friend: I don't remember. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;026. First Award: Does the award given in Tadika count? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;027. First Kiss: Given to my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;028. First Pet: An ant called Peter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;029. First Big Vacation: Big? How big a vacation can be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;030. First Love at First Sight: Nope, i don't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;031. First Big Birthday: When i was 11 i think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;032. First Surgery: Never had 1 before. But in the future alot of people's first would be done by me i think.Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;033. First Sport You Joined: Badminton, but never touched it for centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;034. Orange or Apple Juice: Orange Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;035. Rock or Rap: Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;036: Country or Screamo: Country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;037. NSYNC or Backstreet Boys: Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;038. Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera: Why them? Can i choose Beyonce or Shakira?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;039. Night or Day: Night, i'm a nocturnal being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;040. Sun or Moon: Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;041. Tv or Internet: Internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;042. Playstation or Xbox: Playstation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;043. Kiss or Hug: Hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;044. Iguana or Turtle: Turtle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;045. Spider or Bee: Ant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;046. Fall or Spring: Autumn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;047. Limewire or iTunes: I don't use both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;048. Soccer or Baseball: Soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;049. Eating: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;050. Drinking: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;051. Excitement Level: 0%, this is not exciting at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;052. I'm about to: Kill Looi for tagging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;053. Listening to: Baby's crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;054. Plan For Today: Study, sleep and wake up for football match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;055. Waiting For: Looi to come over to KK so that i can kick his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;056. Energy Level: 100%, cause i never use before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;057. Thinking of someone: Yea, Dakota Fanning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;058. Want kids: Depends, i hate baby's crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;059. Want to get married?: See whether got people wanna marry me first la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;060. When: I can't choose. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;061. How many kids do you want: 2, that's all. If have one extra accidentally, i'll probably give it to someone else. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;062. Any name on mind: Yea, Dakota Fanning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;063. What do you want to do: Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;064. Mellow future or wild: Mellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;065. Something you would never try: Chicken testicles, or something gross that u can see in Fear Factor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;066. When do you want to die: I wish I'll never die. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;067. Lips or Eyes: Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;068. romantic or Funny: Funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;069. Shorter ot Taller: Average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;070. Protective or Caring: Caring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;071. Romantic or Spontaneous: Spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;072. Nice Stomach or Nice Arms?: Nice Arms, U can always cover ur stomach. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;073. Sensitive or Loud?: Definitely Not Loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;074. Hook-up or Relationship: does this mean how i am right now or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;075. Trouble Maker or Hesitant: Hesitant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;076. Muscular or Normal: Skinny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;077. Kissed a stranger: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;078. Broken a bone: Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;079 Lost glasses or contacts: A few times i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;080. Ran away from home: Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;081. Held a gun/knife for self defence: Nope, but that would be cool if u own a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;082. Killed somebody: I wish I have the guts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;083. Broken some one's heart: I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;084. Had your heart broken: Yep, when i accidentally killed Peter when i stepped on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;085. Been arrested: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;086. Cried when someone died: Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;087. Liked a friend more than a friend: Long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;088. Yourself: U mean how am I right now or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;089. Miracles: Istanbul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;090. Love at first sight: Nope, never happened to me before. But if it's lust at first sight then i'll answer yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;091. Heaven: I'll probably wont get there. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;092. Santa Clause: A fictional character to bluff kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;093. Tooth Fairy: Same answer as above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;094. Kiss in the first date: Never dated before. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;095. Angles: Angles or Angels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;096. Is there 1 person you want to be with right now?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;097. Are you seriously happy with where you're in life now?: I wish i could have more. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;098: Do you believe in God: Nope i think. But i do blame God when bad things happen. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;099. Tag 10 persons: u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, u, whoever that reads my blog. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-3769360608206661958?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/3769360608206661958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=3769360608206661958&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/3769360608206661958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/3769360608206661958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-9106527300308804981</id><published>2009-04-27T17:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:30:18.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week in review: Hot, Embarrassed, Depressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The weather has been very hot for this whole week and i doubt it's going to get cooler soon. Have been sweating a lot even when i'm sitting just under the fan. How i wish i live in North Pole right now. Lol. And i found out that nerds are hot too after reading Jocelyn's blog. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about the embarrassing part, it happened on Monday. My classmates and I were supposed to do an English essay and present it in front of the class. Being a typical Malaysian, we did it in the last minute which is on Sunday's night. Only 1 member in our group did his work and so the rest of us had to did our part. Lazy as a pig, we Googled the topic and we managed to find two essays of a similar topic. So we combined all together and tadaa... our work was done. The following day, after we presented our essay, our lecturer suddenly popped out a question asking the whole class whether we have read the sample answer in our book. Being a complete idiot, i was the first one in the class to say: "There's a sample answer in the book? We don't know anything about it." She responded: " Go to page 160 and read." After finish reading, the first thing that came in my mind was Oh My God. The sample answer was exactly the same as one of the essays we found in the Internet. And we copied some sentences without actually changing it. The moral of the story is do try to find the answer in ur book first before searching in the Internet. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling depressed after watching Liverpool drawing 4-4 against Arsenal. Normally I take pictures when i'm feeling down. Lol. Here are some pictures i took after the game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SfWK2ESvCII/AAAAAAAAAFA/lrTi_2ZUqqs/s1600-h/DSC00534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SfWK2ESvCII/AAAAAAAAAFA/lrTi_2ZUqqs/s200/DSC00534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329318395532740738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SfWK15hFCNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kMjmwBFXYis/s1600-h/DSC00542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SfWK15hFCNI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kMjmwBFXYis/s200/DSC00542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329318392640112850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Things we brought to TV room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SfWK1uR4COI/AAAAAAAAAEw/tNMsrzs61VE/s1600-h/DSC00543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SfWK1uR4COI/AAAAAAAAAEw/tNMsrzs61VE/s200/DSC00543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329318389623556322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nice butt. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SfWK1XpIjXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IMwmBbK4NTI/s1600-h/DSC00544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SfWK1XpIjXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IMwmBbK4NTI/s200/DSC00544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329318383547092338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shadow of the guy in previous pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SfWK1PDEfKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jeV4dZBEujM/s1600-h/DSC00546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SfWK1PDEfKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jeV4dZBEujM/s200/DSC00546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329318381239958690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Shadows of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-9106527300308804981?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/9106527300308804981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=9106527300308804981&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/9106527300308804981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/9106527300308804981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-in-review-hot-embarrassed.html' title='Week in review: Hot, Embarrassed, Depressed'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SfWK2ESvCII/AAAAAAAAAFA/lrTi_2ZUqqs/s72-c/DSC00534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-572679948474445165</id><published>2009-04-13T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:10:35.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SeLyIpCYelI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ateysKhKqNo/s1600-h/DSC00405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SeLyIpCYelI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ateysKhKqNo/s200/DSC00405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324083939774069330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SeLyIR8lIPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qBdI-mxr0f0/s1600-h/DSC00402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SeLyIR8lIPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qBdI-mxr0f0/s200/DSC00402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324083933575717106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SeLyIABkZEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YrVmCs2dbsM/s1600-h/DSC00400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SeLyIABkZEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YrVmCs2dbsM/s200/DSC00400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324083928764802114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SeLyH6NbnWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4AaXDLJVvR0/s1600-h/DSC00404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SeLyH6NbnWI/AAAAAAAAAEA/4AaXDLJVvR0/s200/DSC00404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324083927203945826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SeLyH5VuE4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/T3hBJ87m_hc/s1600-h/DSC00408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SeLyH5VuE4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/T3hBJ87m_hc/s200/DSC00408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324083926970274690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SeLxfwQPF1I/AAAAAAAAADw/e4OpjuRxY3I/s1600-h/DSC00435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SeLxfwQPF1I/AAAAAAAAADw/e4OpjuRxY3I/s200/DSC00435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324083237336586066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SeLxfim2PhI/AAAAAAAAADo/sl14Flykh-U/s1600-h/DSC00460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SeLxfim2PhI/AAAAAAAAADo/sl14Flykh-U/s200/DSC00460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324083233673330194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SeLxfo9rh_I/AAAAAAAAADg/53qfzW2RuLg/s1600-h/DSC00461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SeLxfo9rh_I/AAAAAAAAADg/53qfzW2RuLg/s200/DSC00461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324083235379709938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SeLxfdje32I/AAAAAAAAADY/Hk0KO4hcUB0/s1600-h/DSC00462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SeLxfdje32I/AAAAAAAAADY/Hk0KO4hcUB0/s200/DSC00462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324083232317038434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SeLxfVSI3kI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3Spp1ohjK04/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SeLxfVSI3kI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3Spp1ohjK04/s200/DSC00477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324083230096809538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Ericsson W595i 3.2 MP cameraphone.&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adobe Photoshop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Leave some comments if u will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-572679948474445165?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/572679948474445165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=572679948474445165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/572679948474445165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/572679948474445165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/04/clouds.html' title='Clouds'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/SeLyIpCYelI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ateysKhKqNo/s72-c/DSC00405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-4805068952645899464</id><published>2009-04-12T21:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:07:06.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reply to Ser Lyn's post.</title><content type='html'>Here's a reply to ur post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Just hope that ur personality stands out?" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't have personality&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;我没性格&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's one thing u got it all wrong here. Yes, i'm not rich or poor, yet i'm not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;stingy&lt;/span&gt; either. If u could not remember, let me help u recall that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT WAS ME&lt;/span&gt; (or jj) that always pays for the extra service charge and government taxes during the outings we all went. If u still could not remember, u're just being&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ignorant&lt;/span&gt; like all the other girls are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;no damn reason&lt;/span&gt; for me to save petrol just a few amount of money. I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scholarships&lt;/span&gt;, u got it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only person that will say exactly the same as what u said is a person who's already satisfied with their looks. Or maybe u just never been called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ugly&lt;/span&gt; before.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think u did not understand what i'm trying to say over here, i said i&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love Liverpool FC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;more than any girls currently. So why getting one when i can't pay  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;full attention&lt;/span&gt; on her?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I look out for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pretty girls&lt;/span&gt;. My male reproductive organ gets erected when i watch horny scenes. Long story short, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'M 100% STRAIGHT&lt;/span&gt;. I don't even know why i waste so much time proving this to a girl who was once &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;homo&lt;/span&gt; before. Lol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm was not&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; despo&lt;/span&gt;, am not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;despo&lt;/span&gt; and never be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;despo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I make it clear here, girls like to listen to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lies&lt;/span&gt; because they don't know that's a lie, if they do, guys would not have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lied&lt;/span&gt; at the first place.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't understand girls, but i do&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; understand myself&lt;/span&gt;. About that post, it's all about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;, not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;anyone else&lt;/span&gt;. So i just don't understand why u wasted so much time to write a blog opposed to mine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh I know that i'm not like someone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who can attract both genders&lt;/span&gt;. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;As u said, don't get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;offended&lt;/span&gt;, right Ser Lyn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-4805068952645899464?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/4805068952645899464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=4805068952645899464&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/4805068952645899464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/4805068952645899464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/04/reply-to-ser-lyns-post.html' title='Reply to Ser Lyn&apos;s post.'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-8648283585138921310</id><published>2009-04-12T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:14:42.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hypocrites are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone who tells that getting answers from people who sat the test before him/her is wrong and yet he/she is the one listening silently when others are discussing the answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone who keeps whining that he/she has not studied for a test and yet u saw him/her playing computer games all night long the day before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone who says that he/she in on diet and yet he/she still drinks coke like drinking water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone who tells he/she wants to keep fit yet he/she doesn't even want to eat a single vege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone who tells u that u're his/her buddy and yet never really call/sms to chat or even ask how're u doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone who brags that he/she cares for all of his/her friends and yet when it comes to an event/occasion such as party, he/she'll only invite the girls/the boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone who says that he/she likes to hang out with this particular bunch of friends the most but it turns out that he/she keeps saying no when they ask him/her out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone who tells that he/she is busy when u ask him/her out and how much he/she would love to go but yet u see him/her out with another person just opposite of the street.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone who is actually sick and yet u can see him/her waking up in the middle of the night to watch football matches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone who mentioned that he'll never go blogging and yet u see him typing this post out.XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all i can think about now. By the way, if u're one of the few i mentioned above, join me in the world of hypocrites. Actually, everyone is. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-8648283585138921310?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/8648283585138921310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=8648283585138921310&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/8648283585138921310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/8648283585138921310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/04/hypocrites.html' title='Hypocrites'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-5491114161430962483</id><published>2009-03-31T21:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:07:32.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Why i'm still single:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm thinner and lighter than most of the girls. Girls don't like guys that make them look fatter.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm not rich. I don't drive VW, i don't wear Armani and i cant afford LV as a gift.&lt;br /&gt;3. My driving sucks. I'll probably kill someone in my first date.&lt;br /&gt;4. My hairy legs scare the girls away.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love Liverpool FC more than girls. I'll probably spend my time watching them playing rather than messaging/ talking to   them.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm not homo/ gay. For those who turned out to be homo just because they cant find someone of opposite sex as their dating partner,  i despise u.&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm not a despo. Getting a girlfriend just for the sake of getting one is not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;8. I tell the truth no matter how much it hurts. Girls like to listen to lies, even though they know that it might not be true. So what's the point of lying to make someone happy?&lt;br /&gt;9. I don't understand girls and i don't think i ever will.&lt;br /&gt;10. ( Your opinion. Help me to fill in this space.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is seriously just for laugh. If u're offended, the only advice i have for u is relax and be more humorous, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-5491114161430962483?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/5491114161430962483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=5491114161430962483&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/5491114161430962483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/5491114161430962483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-reasons.html' title='10 Reasons'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-4481299931687605938</id><published>2009-03-28T00:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T01:22:10.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Off Ur Lights!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a5/Earth-Hour-Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 233px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a5/Earth-Hour-Logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this very date, 28th March 2009, please turn off ur lights from 8.30pm to 9.30pm to support Earth Hour. It's just TURNING OFF UR LIGHTS, if u get what i'm trying to say over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u have totally no idea of what Earth Hour is, here are some information about the event. Earth Hour is an international event held by WWF ( i'm not talking about the old World Wrestling Federation, it's World Wide Fund for Nature/ World Wildlife Fund) and it is to raise awareness towards action needed to overcome global warming and climate change. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turning off ur lights is a vote for Earth, or leaving them on is a vote for global warming&lt;/span&gt;. WWF are urging people around the world to turn off the lights in order to to reach a target of 1 billion, which will be presented to world leaders at the Global Climate Change Conference in Copenhagen (Denmark) 2009 to replace the current  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kyoto Protocol and to determine a new official policy to fight over global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some idiotic people who do not know the significance of this event, and hence wrote to newspaper questioning the purpose of the event, saying that it is too commersialised, please think before u speak. Get ur facts straight first. Do u know that by just switching off the lights for 1 hour it can actually reduce the carbon dioxide emission by tonnes for each country? The reason this event is so-called 'commersialised', it is to grab people's attention and to make them notice about the current situation regarding global warming. If u're not even able to make such a small move,  just wait for the time to see having ur house with lights on in the dark surroundings and end up knowing that u're the only odd one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it may seem a small, insignificant way of helping in overcoming the problem itself, it is actually a BIG STEP for humankind. As it has been said many times before,a long journey starts with a small single step.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Preserve Mother Nature now as it has served u well in the past and reserve it for the next generations in the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So switch off ur lights for an hour, and join the world for Earth Hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LIGHTS OFF*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-4481299931687605938?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/4481299931687605938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=4481299931687605938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/4481299931687605938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/4481299931687605938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/03/turn-off-ur-lights.html' title='Turn Off Ur Lights!'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-3344967837233004917</id><published>2009-03-17T18:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:30:48.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reebok 500ml Bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Interested in photography recently. Took some pictures of my bottle with Sony Erisscon W595i 3.2MP camera phone. Leave some comments if u will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb95WtJiAHI/AAAAAAAAADI/EQSdNQA3c6s/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb95WtJiAHI/AAAAAAAAADI/EQSdNQA3c6s/s320/DSC00125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314099516304130162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a close-up look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb94bV00s9I/AAAAAAAAADA/rngWraPS0As/s1600-h/DSC00183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb94bV00s9I/AAAAAAAAADA/rngWraPS0As/s320/DSC00183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314098496430978002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; classroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb94SlDTgoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Tsx_FY-pipk/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb94SlDTgoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Tsx_FY-pipk/s320/DSC00236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314098345899426434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; window&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb94SP_z1wI/AAAAAAAAACo/udAaTPEb7Ag/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb94SP_z1wI/AAAAAAAAACo/udAaTPEb7Ag/s320/DSC00233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314098340247623426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;the brand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb94R1uPudI/AAAAAAAAACg/ss2uXXeOQKg/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb94R1uPudI/AAAAAAAAACg/ss2uXXeOQKg/s320/DSC00232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314098333194631634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;standing tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb94RqZoUOI/AAAAAAAAACY/c-GLuGTKY1o/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb94RqZoUOI/AAAAAAAAACY/c-GLuGTKY1o/s320/DSC00138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314098330155372770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a view through my specs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;my fav pic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7194795814691775149-3344967837233004917?l=wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/feeds/3344967837233004917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7194795814691775149&amp;postID=3344967837233004917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/3344967837233004917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7194795814691775149/posts/default/3344967837233004917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wanderingsoul90.blogspot.com/2009/03/reebok-500ml-bottle.html' title='Reebok 500ml Bottle'/><author><name>Jh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798258183993820309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb0d1oRu2BI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vDMA5Xhk944/S220/DSC00241.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dL-cT_UMKQw/Sb95WtJiAHI/AAAAAAAAADI/EQSdNQA3c6s/s72-c/DSC00125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7194795814691775149.post-4811883906114209584</id><published>2009-03-17T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:21:28.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.liverpoolfc.tv/images5/eseason_score_man_utd_140309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 145px;" src="http://www.liverpoolfc.tv/images5/eseason_score_man_utd_140309.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here goes my first official post. Haha. As u can see, the scoreboard above shows everything. 4-1!!&lt;br /&gt;We ( we use the word 'we' to refer to the team we support, u'll know if u are a football fan ) didn't just beat them, we outplayed, outsmarted and thrashed them at Old Trafford. Take that, Ferguson!! We didn't just smash and grab, we smash, smash and smash them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The combination of Torres and Gerrard is just too good when they are both fit. See what they did to Real Madrid in Champions League. If i'm not mistaken, out of the 9 or 10 games both Torres and Gerrard started in Premier League's games this season, we haven't lost before. So can u imagine if both of them were fully fit and never got injured throughout the season? We could have been the top of the table, we wouldnt have dropped so many points, we wouldnt have to chase Man U right now. Oh yea, all were just "if's". Back to reality, they are still having a 4-point lead with a game in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the game, Man U were leading 1-0 when a penalty was given to them for an unnecessary foul on Park Ji Sung by Reina. The penalty was well taken by Ronaldo though. Just when I thought it was going to be another typical clash between the two teams, which Man U will put us to rout, no it wasnt. The players were still organised, playing as how they should, and somehow a rare mistake by Vidic gave us a lifeline. Torres, with his usual bursting pace, grabbed the ball from behind and slotted it past through Van Der Sar. After that, we were awesome till half-time. A brilliant flick by Gerrard and a sublime through pass by Torres sent Gerrard through, he was fouled by Evra and it was a penalty! Gerrard put the ball into the net althought Van Der Sar dived into the right direction. I still can remember Tevez kept pointing to the left before the penalty was taken. Seems like Van Der Sar is far more clever than him. Lol. After that, it was United pushing forward to get an equaliser, and the finishings were poor, especially Tevez. Looks like it's a certain he will be off to somewhere after the season ends. United are not going to pay a 30 million for him i guess. If they were, well, good news for other teams in Premier League, he's a liability. Lol. Right after Ferguson sent in Berbatov, Giggs and Scholes, a clever flick by Kuyt forced Vidic to make another mistake again as Gerrard was going clear, he pulled Gerrard down out of desperation. A red card shown to him by the referee!! Oh i just love red cards, especially when United players get sent off. Lol. Fabio Aurelio showed Ronaldo how to take a free kick. It's useless when u pose before it when u cant score. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Van der Dar was standing helplessly. The goal killed the game. Right before the game ends, a goal-kick by Reina sent Dossena through and he cleverly lobbed the ball over Van der Sar and it was 4-1!! U should have seen Rooney's face when the game ends. I think we are making u hate us more right? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea forgot to mention, i'm a Liverpool fan and anti-Man U. So this post is totally biased.Lol. Despite the results, we're still behind them by 4 points.However, this will give the players and fans belief and the season is far from over yet. We will continue fighting til the very end. 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