<?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-29921179</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:46:32.788+08:00</updated><category term='Everyday life.'/><title type='text'>radyamansyah-.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>236</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-1792761168862225763</id><published>2007-03-28T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:10:33.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/sekuntia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1000;"&gt;I HAVE MOVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-1792761168862225763?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/1792761168862225763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=1792761168862225763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/1792761168862225763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/1792761168862225763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-7098345968988226122</id><published>2007-03-19T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T23:21:09.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today was the first day of Term 2. Not that bad I guess. Actually, it's all bad. School never been good. I guess only Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off with a heavy downpour. That made waking up even harder. Such a comfortable whether to sleep in. The alarm rang from 545 AM all the way till 645 AM, and that was when my dad woke me up. Had to walk in the rain. Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, as usual, school starts a little later on rainy days. I reached school only at 730 AM, and I was on time. Aha, a lot of others were late, and as expected, someone just had to be absent. 3J holds a record of having full attendance only once, so far. And I've been absent, I think 5-6 times already. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices wasn't what I thought it would be. We made rings. First things that will come to your mind will be, Silver, Gold, Diamond etc. But I just realised for this whole course, we're only gonna use crystals. Crystals which are worth $0.20 each. Darn. Well, a cheap crystal ring could be sold at $20. Maybe I should make some during the holidays so I can start a business. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay was super slack. Aha, since when Malay not slack. Yeah, so we basically sat down, talking about the project which was due today but pushed to next week. Hooray Cikgu. And Book Review which was due 2 weeks ago is due this Friday. Hahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;T, was boooring. And it was super hot. One of the air-con unit wasn't working so it was very uncomfortable. Plus, it was theory. Torture. Every day, I ask myself why I didn't opt to Art. No theory, 3 teachers to take care of a group not more than 10 and a room with working air-conditioner. That's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was in the audi, and thank God the air-con was working. Yeah, English, nothing unexpected. Teacher talking, students sleeping. Nothing strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aMaths is getting harder and harder. Now, there's Alpha and Beta. Like wtf? And what Azri said is true. What we learn in Primary School is relevant to our every day life, but what we learn in Secondary School is so redundant. How the hell do we make use of Alpha and Beta in life? Agh. I soo love eMaths. It's almost a total opposite. The only similarity is that, they both need numbers. Other than that, eMaths rocks hell lot more than aMaths. Oh yeah, Mr Tan said this, 'If Aman can do it, so can you!' Ahaa. That's so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school was just playing soccer and Izzatul's PSP all the way till 5 PM, and that was when we decided to buy bubble tea at Katong. I got myself an Oreo Mint. I think I shall start exploring the other flavors. Durian is super thick and nice, but too overwhelming. Kiss is alright, but I don't know why the hell it's called Kiss. I think I shall try Mango next time. And some people bet, as in real life bet where you go and buy a ticket, that Boro wins Man. Utd. AHA. You guys are wasting your money. Man. Utd all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, there's school tomorrow. Nothing much to look forward to. Another boring, depressing, mundane, still, action-less day. I hope a foodfight breaks out in TK soon. That will make school so much more interesting. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-7098345968988226122?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/7098345968988226122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=7098345968988226122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/7098345968988226122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/7098345968988226122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-today-was-first-day-of-term-2.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-9107699101909790757</id><published>2007-03-18T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:09:12.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, one week of holiday gone just like that. School's starting tomorrow. In other words, hell awaits. Term 2, got to work to get good grades. Mid Year is important. I want to do so well that people wouldn't believe that I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out people, there will be a new Radyamansyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm falling even more in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of all I've held onto&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here until you make me move&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging by a moment here with you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-9107699101909790757?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/9107699101909790757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=9107699101909790757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/9107699101909790757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/9107699101909790757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/03/wow-one-week-of-holiday-gone-just-like.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-8211338117321480502</id><published>2007-03-17T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T20:45:05.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to talk right now. Maybe a big dose of mentos might help.&lt;br /&gt;I shall update when I think I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just one more thing. I passed AKE you bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't explain what you can't explain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-8211338117321480502?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/8211338117321480502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=8211338117321480502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/8211338117321480502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/8211338117321480502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-8432961609371985184</id><published>2007-03-11T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:42:37.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(This post was typed out on the 13th of March)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm BAAACK. Yes, back from the 3 days, 2 nights camp. The whole thing was alright I guess. To Joshua and me, I think it's all a disaster. Okay, maybe most of it. But to the Ma'ams, it was brilliant, successful and simply fan-freaking-tastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I gotta admit, I didn't help that much in planning for the camp, Josh did 80% of the work. He just asked me for ideas. So, I decided to redeem myself at camp. Like for example, Justin and Joshua were shagged, so I sacrificed my sleeping time to get the nightwalk ready for the Part As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total no. of hours slept: 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Total no. of hours spent for bathing: ZERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, the band were like 'Eww, all so smelly, never bathe.' Haha, whatever man. This is what you call CAMP. Not like all of you. To you people, it's like a holiday. So slack and all. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got loooads of stuffs to bring home after camp, including books which I found in the rubbish bags. The books from under our desks that were chucked away because the school needed the classrooms to be clean. So Azri's mom was kind enough to give me a lift. That helped alot, since I couldn't possibly walk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, bathed, and straightaway fell asleep. Which explains why I didn't update or come online that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one, you have been the one for me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-8432961609371985184?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/8432961609371985184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=8432961609371985184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/8432961609371985184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/8432961609371985184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-post-was-typed-out-on-13th-of.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-6188741037181741880</id><published>2007-03-08T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:54:21.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello my dear readers. Today, I'm feeling a little high. Aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in the morning, we performed in the auditorium. We were quite alright I guess based on those who gave honest comments. Those who jeered and laughed, you guys are pathetic. No sense of appreciation. I think, we did alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had Physical Education. Mr S made us run 2.4km. It's our pre-test run, so I took it seriously, not like the previous ones. Somehow, I managed to get first in class, but with a lousy time of 11:11. AGH. What happened to my 3-digit timing?! Ahh, still have time to train up during the holidays. Aha, why am I saying that? As if I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Chemistry after that, and that totally made my day. Well, sort of. I am ranked 6th in level for Chemistry (Combined). WHEEEEE. Oh man, never in my TK life, have I gotten such a high ranking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, during recess I've been told I got 2nd in level for Physics (Combined). WHEEEEEEEEE. Some girl got higher than me by a mark I think. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got back our A.Maths paper, and I just passed. Ahh, why did they have to create A.Maths? It's like, I score A1 for E.Maths, but a just pass for A.Maths. They're both Maths, yet there seem to be a big line in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, we had our English test. (Yes, English test right after CA) It was on vocabulary questions from Compre passage. Quite alright I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, we went to Peninsula to make our class jersey. It was hell of an experience. Well, we made a discovery. I don't think it's safe to write it down here what we discovered. Hah. But when you come to think of it, it's actually true. So anyway, we saw the Line7 jersey for $20. Well, it's only a class jersey, and I'm pretty sure you can get cheaper ones at Queensway. So, we wanted to cancel the order, but apparently, Azri already paid the deposit. So the only logical way to get back the money was a refund, BUT he said he couldn't. He was afraid his boss would think he cheated, and kept the money for himself. When we said we wanted to talk to the boss, he was apparently out of town. THE BOSS WAS AT THE SHOP ALL ALONG, but we didn't make a big fuss. And haven't people heard of auto-roaming? What the hell man. These people, think we have low IQ, we're from TK. Smart shit I tell you. That's why more and more nerds are coming in every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so we stop arguing and went off. Haiqal and Amir took 10. Azri and I took the train. Azri spotted a CB on board the train. Well, she was okayyy only. But Azri kept looking at her. I bet even when I got off the train, Azri kept his eyes glued to the girl. Horny guy. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Hours away to the camp. The camp we're in charge of. Well, I'm only the assistant. Joshua's in-charge of it. I'm just there to give a helping hand. Or maybe not. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is more than a feeling.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-6188741037181741880?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/6188741037181741880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=6188741037181741880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/6188741037181741880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/6188741037181741880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-my-dear-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-7563262802628320856</id><published>2007-03-07T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:27:43.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my dear. Today was freaky. It's so late, so I'll make it short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back our Geog Elect. 12/25. Freaking hell. Will fight for 1/2 mark tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly Period, had a talk on eyesight. Im finally convinced that my specs needs to be changed. Couldn't see whatever shit was on the powerpoint slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, had rehearsal. And &lt;strong&gt;zomfgbbqlykwth&lt;/strong&gt;. Our school is so scary. I won't tell why here, but if you ask me, maybe, just maybe I'll tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll pluck the stars for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-7563262802628320856?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/7563262802628320856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=7563262802628320856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/7563262802628320856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/7563262802628320856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-my-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-8962272266552844495</id><published>2007-03-06T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T12:07:15.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So now, everyone has a post-FOB syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Omg, I can't believe it's all over' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Omg, Pete was so hot'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some are cursing with regret for not buying the tickets earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Omfg lah, I so wanted to go but sold out'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'It was a once-in-a-lifetime thing and I couldn't go. *insert curses here*'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, as for me, I was quite okay with not going. Besides I'm not FOB's biggest fan. I just think that Dance Dance is a nice song, and thats it. Aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, from the pictures of the concert from those who went, I can conclude that it was held at a rather small place. Well, that's what I see from the pics. One day, my band will hold a gig/concert and it's gonna be super grand. Even more grand than Expo. Hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be thinking why this post is being typed at 1130AM, well I didn't go to school today. Partly because I had diarhorrea last night, till about 2AM, so I only slept at 230AM. Also, CA has ended so I don't really feel like going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Izzatul just told me my SS results. I seriously laughed when I found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scored 3/23. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done Aman! Oh darn, that was the first failure. Maam asked me yesterday, 'What you aiming for?' I thought carefully. Was she talking about post or studies? So I just said, err, the post that I wanted. She smiled and said studies played an important role. So far, I've gotten 2 A1s, 1 C6 and 1 F9. Hmm, well I guess that's good enough right? Aha. Sorry man, SS isn't my thing. The same goes for Azri, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't explain what you can't explain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-8962272266552844495?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/8962272266552844495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=8962272266552844495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/8962272266552844495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/8962272266552844495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-now-everyone-has-post-fob-syndrome.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-3614246201232247208</id><published>2007-03-05T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:52:49.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm, today was somewhat eventful. More results were released today. Post will be kept short due to fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 1AM last night, woke up at 530AM this morning. Kal went to my house, dropped off his equipment and headed for school. We were the first 2 persons to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, during Choices, I made earings. I wanted to make a swirl one, but it turned out to be an 'S' shape. Mr KC told us we could make alphabets and the first person's name that started with 'S' was Su. So I made a pair for her. It looked, expensive since &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during D&amp;T, we got back our theory papers. I scored 26/50. I had a mixture of happy and dissapointed. Firstly, I didn't at all study because I prepared myself for Physics instead. I expected a failure, but I passed. Secondly, I know I could have done much better. Ergh, it's alright. Learn from mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, got back our E Maths paper. I was 5th in class. I expected better results but I should be contented. I scored 34/40. With addition to the class test, I scored 87/100 for CA. WHOOTSAY. Kudos to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had rehearsal. It was screwed lah. Well, I'm alright with it. Just that I want to play Mungkin Nanti so badly, but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Adzizul, Haiqal, Saeful, Amir, Izzatul and I went to my house to drop off the equipments. So now, there's 2 leads, my bass and 3 amps. All I need is a mic and a drum set and I've got myself a studio. Aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slacked off at the KFC near my house. All I can say is, very very bad service. So now I'm home, with nothing to do after CA. All I can do is hope for the best for the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is like a funfair.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-3614246201232247208?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/3614246201232247208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=3614246201232247208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/3614246201232247208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/3614246201232247208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/03/hmm-today-was-somewhat-eventful.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-4921943426717798310</id><published>2007-03-04T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:41:00.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No time to blog for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record,&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United owns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A love that's so demanding.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-4921943426717798310?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/4921943426717798310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=4921943426717798310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/4921943426717798310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/4921943426717798310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-time-to-blog-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-1938494121760093609</id><published>2007-03-02T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T20:49:55.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is the 2nd of March, and could be the most interesting day of the year so far. Well, firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAIQAL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're already 15, maybe it's time to start to forget about SPD. Or maybe not. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at school, we had the first two periods free due to the absence of Mr Tan since he's at the cohort camp. Whee! So we had our free time. I tried to memorise the tabs, but I just couldn't concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had Physics. Maybe I have mentioned earlier I hate Physics the most, if I haven't, well I used to but today Physics could be my most favourite subject. Because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I GOT HIGHEST IN CLASS.&lt;br /&gt;ZOMFGBBQLYKWTFASDFGHJKL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;(I don't know why it's in light blue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehh. I'm not boasting or whatever, I'm just telling people out there if I can do it, so can you! But please don't do it, cause I don't want any competition. AHA. Just kidding. Well I scored 43/50 for the paper :) Ashley was second with 42/50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So during recess, everyone was asking me if I was the highest. Well, maybe it's a shock. I mean like 'Aman? Highest? For Physics? AHAHAHAHA.' Well, you guys better get used to it! Ahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after recess, we had Chemistry. Oh whee. I didn't do as well as Physics but it was good enough. Actually it was quite good. Hehh. I got 39/50. Ashley got 42/50 again, so she got 84/100! Agh! I think I'm second in class with 82/100 for Combined Science. Whee. I was super dee duper high I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND!! During MT, the results for those who are going to Negeri Sembilan for the Malay trip were out. AND I'M IN. GAHAHA! That totally lifted up my spirit to the heavens. Oh whee, finally, going overseas with friends, without parents (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after school, we're supposed to jam and practise for our upcoming performance. Azmi couldn't make it because it was raining heavily. Amir's not available. He's at camp. So we were left with 4 people. Su didn't really play anything cause she have not finished learning the song. So we jammed shit. A total waste of time, but at least I've almost memorised the complete song. So after that, we revealed to Haiqal that we actually bought him a present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kz7FYCMBf90/RegbS6jjGgI/AAAAAAAAABA/kOKFXWPhGRw/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037306194983852546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kz7FYCMBf90/RegbS6jjGgI/AAAAAAAAABA/kOKFXWPhGRw/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See how happy he looks? Aha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to hang around before going home, but they decided to go to Bedok instead. When I say hang around, I mean going to places like Bugis or maybe even PP, but not Bedok -_- So I decided to go home instead cause it was raining and I felt tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, so I've finished memorising Melompat Lebih Tinggi. Now, I shall memorise Famous Last Words. Agh, there's AKE tomorrow. Kayaking, die ah. Some more, NCC girls aren't hot. Maybe with exception of one or two, but the rest, hmm, let's just say they're not up to my standard. Hehh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Good times last forever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-1938494121760093609?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/1938494121760093609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=1938494121760093609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/1938494121760093609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/1938494121760093609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/03/today-is-2nd-of-march-and-could-be-most.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kz7FYCMBf90/RegbS6jjGgI/AAAAAAAAABA/kOKFXWPhGRw/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-6852010625770886841</id><published>2007-03-01T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T21:47:54.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Agh. No time to blog today. Have been memorising the song  we need to play next week. Turns out, we're playing &lt;em&gt;Melompat Lebih Tinggi&lt;/em&gt;, not &lt;em&gt;Seberapa Pantas&lt;/em&gt; cause it's just too fast to sing. And Justin K has kindly borrowed me his amp. Thanks dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Emo is love, NOT.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-6852010625770886841?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/6852010625770886841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=6852010625770886841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/6852010625770886841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/6852010625770886841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/03/agh.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-4740525084969922289</id><published>2007-02-28T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T22:03:52.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man. Watched &lt;em&gt;A Lot Like Love&lt;/em&gt;. A sweet story, even though I missed 40 minutes of the first part. Agh, I'm addicted to love stories. It's like, love could not get any simpler than it is in the movies. Well, it's Hollywood, and 99% of it are fake! Oh well. I'll leave you to the so meaningful lyrics of the song Ashton Kutcher sang in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess this time you're really leaving&lt;br /&gt;I heard your suitcase say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And as my broken heart lies bleeding&lt;br /&gt;You say true love in suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you're cried a thousand rivers&lt;br /&gt;And now you're swimming for the shore&lt;br /&gt;You left me drowning in my tears&lt;br /&gt;And you won't save me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm praying to god you'll give me one more chance, girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;These five words i swear to you&lt;br /&gt;When you breathe i want to be the air for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd live and i'd die for you&lt;br /&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for you&lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what a love can do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know we're had some good times&lt;br /&gt;How they have their own hiding place&lt;br /&gt;I can promise you tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;But i can't buy back yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby you know my hands are dirty&lt;br /&gt;But i wanted to be your valentine&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the water when you get thirsty, baby&lt;br /&gt;When you get drink, i'll be the wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;These five words i swear to you&lt;br /&gt;When you breathe i want to be the air for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd live and i'd die for you&lt;br /&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for you&lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what a love can do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wan't there when you were happy&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't there when you were down&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to miss your birthday, baby&lt;br /&gt;I wish i'd seen you blow those candles out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;These five words i swear to you&lt;br /&gt;When you breathe i want to be the air for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd live and i'd die for you&lt;br /&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for you&lt;br /&gt;Words can't say what a love can do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agh, it's no use bolding sweet phrases. The whole song is so damn sweet. I bet your hearts will melt when you listen to this ancient yet romantic song by Bon Jovi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-4740525084969922289?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/4740525084969922289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=4740525084969922289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/4740525084969922289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/4740525084969922289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-4357023853876544194</id><published>2007-02-28T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:40:56.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh today was the last day of our dreaded Common Tests. There was Physics and Design &amp; Technology. Just when we could put our mind off studies, we have to worry about other stuffs. Well my band's supposed to perform next week. We have to perform a malay song for the weekly Thursday malay period. I think we're gonna perform Seberapa Pantas by Sheila On 7. Khairul will be singing for our band, since Amir is going for his camp tomorrow, which means we can't practice, so have to 'borrow' Khairul for the performance. 4th Chapter minus Amir feat. Khairul. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Physics was alright. I think I'll get a B3. Wasn't that hard. Wasn't that easy either. The gave soo little space to draw two wave timegraphs. And I suddenly forgotten how a timegraph looked like. What, is it a timegraph? Hah, I totally forgot everything.&lt;br /&gt;Difficulty: 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lessons before our last paper, which was D&amp;T. It was from 1PM to 2PM. Well, that was what the timetable wrote. It only started at 1:22PM, and ended an hour later. It was super difficult. I'm gonna fail it, for sure. Now I really regret taking D&amp;amp;T. But maybe good things will come later. Since almost everyone who took D&amp;T got a distinction. If they can do it, so can we! Aha, somehow I still want to take Art!&lt;br /&gt;Diffculty: 120812071981 times infinity/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, we had SS lecture, but we were dismissed late, so we got to attend lecture a little later. I think we came in about 3PM, and stayed on till 340PM. We had still had to stay back after that, to meet Cikgu about the performance thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have to stay for long cause we'll be jamming on our own, but the rest had to rehearse. They wanted to go to PP, but I totally think it would be a waste of time. Kal wanted to go to Bugis, so did I. Ful wanted to go to Peninsula, so did I. But we ended up deciding on Bedok. Yes, Bedok, out of all the places in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took 40. When it passed by Siglap, I thought of Pizza Hut, but Kal and Izzat had no money. So we alighted and went to KFC instead. The most peaceful KFC, Siglap where nobody goes. Actually not that many people go there. And I like it! So we sat down and talked about soccer! Aha, I don't know how it led us talking about it for almost an hour. Kal just sat down and fiddled with his handphone, like he always does. At 620PM, the rain was about to stop so we went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the Sec 1s &amp; 2s are going off for their cohort camp. Phew, two days without little (I mean seriously little) kids running around could be relaxing. Canteen would be a little less noisy. As the years go by, the people coming to TK are like smaller, and so immatured. They're so, ergh. They will be like running around, playing catching and doing their whatever immatured stuffs. 10 years later, there will be NO difference between Primary and Secondary school students man. Please people, grow up alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will find a way without you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-4357023853876544194?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/4357023853876544194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=4357023853876544194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/4357023853876544194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/4357023853876544194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/02/ahh-today-was-last-day-of-our-dreaded.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-6636109632049986200</id><published>2007-02-27T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T18:03:55.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was &lt;em&gt;cock&lt;/em&gt;. I don't have a better word to describe today. So anyway, today, had A Maths and SS CA today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Maths was, hmm, alright. Managable although I think I should have gone through the whole book cause I forgot how to solve a cubic expression. -_- But the rest, I guess the rest of the paper was quite alright.&lt;br /&gt;Difficulty: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS was zomfgbbqcknlykwtf. I wrote down anything that came to my mind about SS, whatever I could remember I just put it down. I think I'd fail that paper. Oh well, I have sooo many others who are as confident as me of failing.&lt;br /&gt;Difficulty: 1209812878127152381/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, I got to see Ellie. It was spastic &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. She wanted to take her box but we could be seen by the camera. It took up 15 minutes of our recess time, so I only had Lemon Barley for recess. Save money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess was MT. We got back our MT CA paper. And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I PASSED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ZOMFGBBQLYKWTF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hehh, I got 25/50. XD It's such an accomplishment. This makes it easier for me to get selected for the Learning Journey to Msia thing. Whee. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh yeah, after school this certain someone's mother called me. It's a complicated story, and only some of you know. Yes, she complained to me and I couldn't bother. Yeah whatever man. I got pissed when the story suddenly changes and I'm to blame now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well after school, we went to PP, just like any other day. PP is like soooooo boring, but at least it's not as crowded like TM. Ellie was there too (again). Yeah, we went to Topshop, yet again. Went in, made one round, went out. Everything in there's the same. So anyway, Ellie was having err tea (?) with Pooja at the cafe beside Topshop. So I got a closer look at her (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We decided to have ice-cream at Swensens since walking around aimlessly seems to be very very boring. I invited Ellie to join us, but she had tuition, so it's her loss. The next time we go, she's the one treating me. Hehh. Su was at PP too, walking around with her mom and sister. She looked so sad, cause apparently her sister disturbed her and her mom scolded her. So lame. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Swensens people took 12091271981729 hours to serve our ice-cream. And we only ordered Topless 5. It's not like we ordered Earthquake or anything. It took a lifetime, and finally we were served. I shared with Saeful, Haiqal shared with Izzatul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After eating, Amir and Kamarul came looking for us. We went to Bengawan Solo to get some kuihs. They had Durian PUKIS! Aha, I bought a getuk ubi and a puteri salat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haiqal: Man, &lt;em&gt;gerek&lt;/em&gt; ubi tu sedap?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone else: HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kamarul bought Firza flowers. So sweet, until can get diabetes. Ok, lame. Yeah so that sums up the daily trip to somewhere after school for today. One important thing in life, friends. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tchau!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love could be deceiving.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tagbacks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yoda &amp; Darth Vader&lt;/strong&gt;: You two should have better things to do than tagging at my board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haiqal&lt;/strong&gt;: Stop talking to fictional characters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suhaila&lt;/strong&gt;: Eh, I want them first! Since I met Kal first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liyana&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes I saw you, and what do you mean by high maintainance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eleanor &amp;amp; Suhaila&lt;/strong&gt;: Hmm, who else could it be? Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eleanor&lt;/strong&gt;: Slow! (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just like su&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/29921179-6636109632049986200?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/6636109632049986200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=6636109632049986200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/6636109632049986200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/6636109632049986200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-was-cock.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-4153330278537216079</id><published>2007-02-26T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T19:33:00.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rivermaya - You'll Be Safe Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an ordinary day. Nothing special happened. Had Chemistry and Geography Elective today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was easier than I expected. Did my last-minute revision, and it sort of paid-off. I'm confident of getting a distinction, well I really hope I do.&lt;br /&gt;Difficulty: 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography Elective was crap. I totally forgot everything about the different forests. Ergh, I'm lucky if I pass the paper.&lt;br /&gt;Difficulty: 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well school resumed as per normal for the rest of the day. Like I siad, nothing special happened. Just the usuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, wanted to go for a movie, but Izzatul had to go to the hospital so we were one man short. We ended up going to PP, since Ellie was there too. First, we went to KFC, but there were Patricians, so we went to BK, but there were KCians, plus no air-con, so we went back to KFC, where the air-con works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want to waste so much money on lunch, so I just bought myself a Shrooms Meal. The 2nd cheapest meal you can get anywhere. Kal and Saeful bought a Zinger Meal each. Rich people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still early so we walked around for a while. As usual, when there's Kal and Saeful, we'll be visiting Topshop. Kal just got himself a new hoodie. Ergh, rich kid. He can get anything just by asking his parents. Cool shit ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went home with Jas. When the bus got to TK/TKG, I saw Liyana at the traffic light. I wanted to ask her if she was going to KNC or not, but I forgot her number. So I went home instead. And now, I've got to start revising for SS, cause it's super dee duper difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Call me your valentine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-4153330278537216079?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/4153330278537216079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=4153330278537216079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/4153330278537216079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/4153330278537216079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/02/rivermaya-youll-be-safe-here-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-4135554596178053071</id><published>2007-02-25T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:07:21.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Four tres two uno!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hello people. I'm Fergie. Aman is my number 1 fan, or should I say, I am Aman's number 1 fan. Haha. He wants my treasures, so he gets his pleaures from my photo. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;K, dah. Back to serious business. Someone told me Aman looks good in pink. Haha. Geek in the pink yo. And Aman says it's good. Haha! But Aman's favourite colour is purple. (Purple = international gay colour, and hence, Aman's gay.) And I meant, gay = happy. Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Aman's supposed to be studying. What is he doing online . !! :O Haha. Aman has a crush on E/_/_/_/_/_/_(go figure). It's only between Patrick Stump, Fergie, and some other well-known celebrities. So watch out people, you have secret admirers ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's so boring right now. But there's nothing much to do. Haha. Aman used to play neopets. Cool. So did I. I have nothing to blog about. Maybe, some day, I'll come back to blog again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Fergie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-4135554596178053071?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/4135554596178053071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=4135554596178053071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/4135554596178053071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/4135554596178053071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/02/four-tres-two-uno-hello-people_25.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-7656131675989220063</id><published>2007-02-25T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T20:48:04.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geez, there's Chemistry and Geog Elective tomorrow and I'm still online. Anyway, I've got a new hp. Those who bother to find out my new number, ask me instead of asking around. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You taught my heart, senses never knew I had.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-7656131675989220063?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/7656131675989220063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=7656131675989220063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/7656131675989220063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/7656131675989220063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/02/geez-theres-chemistry-and-geog-elective.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-1608739342601869152</id><published>2007-02-24T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T23:38:41.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well today was somewhat boring. Typical Saturday, just that there wasn't anything on in the morning. I would usually be in school, being tortured by the marvelous instructors. Today was a little different, but still boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergh, when I have a chance to make things my way, I sacrifice it to make someone else feel better. Maybe that's why I love her. Oh well, 'us' is still not impossible. Although everything that's happening right now make it seem like it is. Love, no matter how troublesome it may be, we still indulge in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The first cut is the deepest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-1608739342601869152?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/1608739342601869152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=1608739342601869152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/1608739342601869152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/1608739342601869152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/02/well-today-was-somewhat-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-4309107992081514688</id><published>2007-02-23T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T13:42:06.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This post was written on the 24th of February.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CA started today. I didn't really prepare myself that much. Only six terms of work, so there's not much to revise anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English paper was first. It was Situational Writing, Informal Letter. We were supposed to write a letter to our cousin, advising him to either join Gymnastics or Public-Speaking. There was no clear answer, but I guess the better one was joining Public-Speaking society. Only Sufyan chose Gymnastics.&lt;br /&gt;Difficulty: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was MT Paper 2. As usual, there were some words I've never heard of. Some I just couldn't remember the meaning. I guess I'll pass that paper. Well I hope I do.&lt;br /&gt;Difficulty: 7.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had recess before seating for the final paper of the day, Maths. Oh my, what would I do without Maths. Again, I could attempt all the questions, and I've checked, they were all right. Well, to me they're correct. Quite an easy paper, although Ms Tan said it was going to be hard.&lt;br /&gt;Difficulty: 5.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah after school, we went to PP. Saw Liyana, actually my friends saw her first. And when I turned behind, there were two very chinese girls. So I thought they got the wrong person. But then, I saw this not-so-chinese-but-still-look-like-chinese girl waving at me like crazy. Yeah, that's her. We went to Kallang after wasting our time at BK. Actually Liyana was at BK too. And then, we even took the same bus 31. Freaky coincidence, or maybe fate xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for Amir, Haiqal, Su, Aisyah and Liyana to come before we went in. The cat was there. I officially announce that I am no longer afraid of cats. Actually I wasn't afraid cause the cat was a friendly one, unlike the one at Kembangan which looked as if it was going to eat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wasted a lot of time. Amir playing his Wonderwall, which didn't really sound like Wonderwall cause he got his strumming wrong. Then he played the bass, to MCR's I'm Not Okay lead guitar part. And then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su: Amir, your singing out of tune.&lt;br /&gt;Saeful: Amir, don't play bass lah. Stick to singing... or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;*all laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. We were supposed to compose a rock version of TKG's school song. It's Liyana's project I think, or maybe all three of them. The lyrics are soo hard to fit into a rock song, but we will do it. Maybe our song would be good enough to replace the current one. Wooh, we will be famous in TKG then. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;Su's project.&lt;br /&gt;Malay project.&lt;br /&gt;Malay performance.&lt;br /&gt;Common test.&lt;br /&gt;Camp planning.&lt;br /&gt;AKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I rather have something to do, than nothing to do at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hope dangles on a string.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tagbacks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mAn&lt;/strong&gt;: Hi Rahmones. It's at Roxy Sq. I'll bring you there when you give the bubble tea you owe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aman-da&lt;/strong&gt;: Haha! Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y&lt;/strong&gt;: Nevermind lah. Later I do cheat. Go vermillion then fight missing no. then get alot of revive already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haiqal&lt;/strong&gt;: hrmphf. Fine then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suhaila&lt;/strong&gt;: Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_hafiz&lt;/strong&gt;: You have to explore your CD, then find the 'Crack Folder' then copy it into where you installed your game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WiL Francis&lt;/strong&gt;: May I ask why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-4309107992081514688?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/4309107992081514688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=4309107992081514688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/4309107992081514688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/4309107992081514688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-post-was-written-on-24th-of.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-7309874553994166780</id><published>2007-02-22T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T19:33:23.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyday life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Alesana - Daggers Speak Louder Than Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun alright. The day started off with Scouts and Guide's founders day. Yeah, soo exciting. After that, we had to take our temperatures. It reminded me of times we had in primary school, especially during the SARS outbreak. Chhay was my temperature taking buddy. Those were the days man. No stress, no pressure. Now, everything has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to run for PE. We only could play our own games once so far. As for Mr Lim's class, they play games almost every week. I would rather play catching or 'police-and-theif'. Well, I talked to Kal about Ellie XD The topic of the day. Aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't concentrate for Chemistry. I merely copied whatever the teacher said without knowing what I copied. Yeah, and it's only the beginning of the year. I don't how am I gonna cope next year. Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Rozy realised that the class was taking advantage of her kindness. I don't know if the class realised it earlier, but I did. Ah, I just completed my assignment and went to change. She still can't get used to my unusual eyes. You see, some chemical went into my eyes and now the pupil has changed colour. I shall hide my eyes so nobody will think I'm a freak. Aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was in the auditorium since Mrs Koh wasn't around. Mdm Nora revised the importants steps of Situational Writing to prepare us for CA tomorrow. Lessons in the audi aren't fun. That's why if Mrs Koh want's to promote me to AG2, I would disagree. AG3 is the best. Class of 20 people, that way we could learn effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths, my favourite. Sad thing Ms Tan is leaving. Anyway, she also asked about the tragedy that happened to my eyes. I don't know if it's very obvious. Sooner, or later they'll get used to it I guess. Mr Tan didn't come, so Mr Hao took over his AMaths lesson. He was literally talking to himself. He wrote the solution, he explained it to himself, and nobody else listened. Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before we left the class, we arranged to table according to the examination seating plan. Oh before we left, we also had to take the Physics quiz. It was okay lah. Nothing difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contact on my right eye was killing me so I took it out. I left the left one on. It looked so, odd yet cool. I wonder how would people react if I wore a different colour on each side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slacked while we wait for the anticipating match. TK vs VS. To our dismay, TK lost 1-0. &amp;amp; the goal VS scored was a fluke. It's okay TK. Fight hard, get to the finals, take revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on the other side, they were having training. I waved enthusiasticly at Marissa but she only gave me an effortless wave. She was supposed to show me her soccer skills, since some Uncle said she's a good soccer player. She thinks soccer is a game whereby people run around in a rectangle kicking a ball in mud and when they push too much they get yellow and red cards. And I think netball is a game whereby girls run around in a very small rectangle throw balls around and they get the ball into the hoop by luck. So both of us are wrong then. Aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting people to follow me to KNC since Marissa invited me to come. I will support for... the team with the most prettiest girl. Aha, all of them so skinny like chopsticks. Nevermind, like the saying goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cover the face, f*ck the base."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As long as you're alive,&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will take you there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-7309874553994166780?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/7309874553994166780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=7309874553994166780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/7309874553994166780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/7309874553994166780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/02/alesana-daggers-speak-louder-than-words.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-3384157577702303428</id><published>2007-02-21T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:43:42.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so the blog has been revived. But I can't promise lengthy posts and all. Normal daily entries will start tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kiss me like you mean it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-3384157577702303428?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/3384157577702303428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=3384157577702303428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/3384157577702303428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/3384157577702303428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay-so-blog-has-been-revived.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-1524334457346627966</id><published>2007-02-21T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:30:06.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Tagbacks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Since 5th Feb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ken&lt;/strong&gt;: She got blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haiqal&lt;/strong&gt;: I only like hip-hop jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mAn&lt;/strong&gt;: Where got. Marylin Manson was influenced by Nsync. Madonna was influenced by ACDC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rina&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm not sad, and I don't need to cheer up. But you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suhaila&lt;/strong&gt;: You're loaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;az&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm not sure if it's Mozillized now, and yes I'm attached, to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mAn&lt;/strong&gt;: replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yanjun&lt;/strong&gt;: yoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joshua&lt;/strong&gt;: that's a good OIC. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mAn&lt;/strong&gt;: please don't talk about buzzlightyear. I have a phobia of astronauts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nuri&lt;/strong&gt;: 2-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rina&lt;/strong&gt;: It's okay. Girls and their PMSes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mAn&lt;/strong&gt;: standard ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haiqal&lt;/strong&gt;: kal batman....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt;: Happy v'day to you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mingyew&lt;/strong&gt;: linked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;az&lt;/strong&gt;: I think it's Mozillized already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mAn&lt;/strong&gt;: sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-1524334457346627966?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/1524334457346627966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=1524334457346627966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/1524334457346627966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/1524334457346627966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/02/tagbacks-since-5th-feb-ken-she-got-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-9132663016835290782</id><published>2007-02-13T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:03:40.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This blog has been declared&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, by me. More like it's going on hiatus. Tagboard will still be up, so you guys can continue tagging if you wish. There will be no more updates till the blog is revived. When the blog is revived, it shall be broadcasted on News 5 Tonight. So long my dear readers. Till we meet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-9132663016835290782?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/9132663016835290782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=9132663016835290782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/9132663016835290782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/9132663016835290782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-blog-has-been-declared-dead-by-me.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-8131518531742515442</id><published>2007-02-11T19:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T19:30:06.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good day my friends.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to read today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better luck tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Adieu,&lt;br /&gt;Rady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-8131518531742515442?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/8131518531742515442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=8131518531742515442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/8131518531742515442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/8131518531742515442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-day-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-963339962570444775</id><published>2007-02-10T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T16:59:56.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Kz7FYCMBf90/Rc2Bnc6F4iI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UfiRRNzn22g/s1600-h/musicnote.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029818873617441314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Kz7FYCMBf90/Rc2Bnc6F4iI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UfiRRNzn22g/s320/musicnote.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Emery - Disguising Mistakes With Goodbyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've not been updating. Can't blame me. Been busy after school every single day. I hope you people would come back to check if I had the time to update. Thank you very much if you still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was, eventful. Well, someone inflicted pain on himself/herself out of frustration. C'mon, it's a B3. I would be freaking happy if I got a B3. Wait, I only need a pass to satisfy me. If you want to know, so far in my secondary life, I've passed my MT twice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to report at 3PM, after the results were issued out. Ivan got 14-2 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yuquan got 9-2. Zomg. There were some with big smiles, there were some with tears and there were some who didn't pretty much care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus only came at 4PM. And our match was supposed to start at 430PM. The match against Chai Chee was a must-win, or they'll automatically qualify for the Nationals alongside with Victoria. Alex was sick, and we don't have a reserve keeper. So Amir volunteered to give up his right-back position and become the keeper. Hafiz, Adri and Ghazali preferred to attend NCC. Shahdan and Ken were out with injuries. Coach gave a motivational before-game speech. We led 1-0 for the first half. I was seriously out of form. The second half was alright, but Chai Chee began to fight even harder. Due to Amir's inexperienced goalkeeping, he didn't manage to save a blunder. We let in a very cheap goal. At the last minute, Chai Chee came back with another goal. I don't know why I teared up. I felt that it was my fault, not capitalising the chances. I didn't join the rest to eat at wherever they went. Instead, Mr Yusri kindly offered a ride home. I didn't have the mood to do anything. I didn't even revise for the Chemistry and Physics test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got to skip an hour of NCC. I had to sit for Chemistry and Physics test. I rushed through the paper since I don't want to miss too much of training. By the time I got back, they were already done with PT and running. Today was the first training I didn't do a single pushup. Oh, I was initially the OIC, but Clayton strongly objected for an unknown reason so now I'm the AOIC. Yes ah. Anything wrong happens, Joshua will take the blame since he's the OIC, not me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAs are coming and I need time to study, which means I won't be coming online that much till it's over. Ms Tan still owes me my big Toblerone. She better give it to me on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu,&lt;br /&gt;Rady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-963339962570444775?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/963339962570444775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=963339962570444775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/963339962570444775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/963339962570444775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/02/emery-disguising-mistakes-with-goodbyes.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Kz7FYCMBf90/Rc2Bnc6F4iI/AAAAAAAAAA0/UfiRRNzn22g/s72-c/musicnote.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-5494932119694553043</id><published>2007-02-05T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:44:04.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Kz7FYCMBf90/RccvMeajCGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o5QNezO6E7s/s1600-h/musicnote.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028039400351795298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Kz7FYCMBf90/RccvMeajCGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o5QNezO6E7s/s320/musicnote.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Alesana - A Siren's Soliloquy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell lah. Emo sucks big time. Ergh, sorry those who felt ignored when talking to me. I just didn't have the mood. Don't feel quite right today. Yeah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to visit her at the hospital today, but she was already discharged, and that made me somehow better. We &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt;-ed at the PCCG room while waiting for soccer to start when Hafiz came along and told us there was a 'fight' going on. Yeah, with inverted commas. TK don't have real fights. Only artificial. Very boring, no excitement. So the 'fight' was resolved with no violence. Well done people. Peace to the world. Violence won't bring you anywhere, unless you are The Rock. Haha, lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer was somehow boring. Yes, soccer, boring. Quite ironic actually, since soccer is like the greatest sport ever. Dismissal got delayed. I only got out of school at 615PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debi and the rest were waiting since 4PM, and I only got there at 7PM. They left Macs just when I sat down. Thanks people. So I had Big Gulp for dinner. So cheap and healthy. Waited for her bus to come, and then I went to the interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take 30, since it was already 750PM and I wanted to reach home as early as possible. At 8PM, the bus conductor came. The bus reversed and then, there was something wrong. It couldn't go forward. Only backwards. The driver tried to solve the problem, and it went on for 10 minutes till he was finally convinced that the bus was out of service. I will never be a bus driver when I grow up because it's super &lt;em&gt;leceh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talent Search this year would be a little more exciting since I heard that Hasif's band would be performing Nymphetamine. I seriously wonder who's gonna sing the female part. For 4th Chapter, we're gonna join for fun. We're playing PUNK. Yes, punk, the songs with random lyrics. Punk is love, not emo. Emo is... stupid. No offence to the emo-lovers all around the world, and I hope you won't come finding me with surgical knifes trying to slit my wrist. Thank you very much :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu,&lt;br /&gt;Rady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love me like you mean it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-5494932119694553043?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/5494932119694553043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=5494932119694553043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/5494932119694553043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/5494932119694553043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/02/alesana-sirens-soliloquy-what-hell-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Kz7FYCMBf90/RccvMeajCGI/AAAAAAAAAAo/o5QNezO6E7s/s72-c/musicnote.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-4764437878347588390</id><published>2007-02-04T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:39:22.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is entry was typed on the 4th of March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today proved that life is full of ups and downs. Well, yesterday I was flying high because of my results, but today I was down low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I woke up at 5AM, went back to sleep and then woke up again at 610AM. So I guess it was too late to reach Macs in time. I got ready like a girl, that's what my mom would say when I take ages to get ready. I strolled to school and got there in the nick of time. Ma'am was actually walking behind me, but I didn't realise since I had Avenged Sevenfold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So counted strength, waited to Benjamin to arrive and then we set off for Sembawang. It was still quite dark and I was feeling very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Kz7FYCMBf90/RerZyqjjGhI/AAAAAAAAABM/VzJ9yXcw00w/s1600-h/inbus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038078597607397906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Kz7FYCMBf90/RerZyqjjGhI/AAAAAAAAABM/VzJ9yXcw00w/s320/inbus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture has no intention of spreading EMO-ism to the world. I was simply tired I wanted to rest by looking at the cars passing by. Furthermore, I had Atreyu on, so I was quite oblivious to the surroundings and captivated by the power solos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, (actually almost 40 minutes later) we reached Sembawang. There was a familiar taste of victory. Aha, this year, I'm actually not sure of winning the trophy again. So, we had warm up and got ready for AKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairul was my partner, since we both have no partner. We had to carry the kayaks out. The kayak we chose had no leaks. So after getting enough kayaks, we warmed up again, and carried the kayaks out to sea. The kayak we carried out was a different one from the one we chose. Well, it looked okay, since there wasn't any obvious holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we set off. We were in the middle of the pack, cause we wanted to 'conserve' energy for the whole shit. And freaking hell, the kayak had a gradual leak. It seemed that the leak was at the back of the kayak, according to Jarren and Yijie. Ergh. When we turned back after the raft, our kayak went down like a submarine. Freaking hell lah. I was given the stupid white tag which symbolises the end of AKE for us. I calmed myself down by looking at other positive things. Like at least we got a free boat ride (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, they announced that we're out. Nenehpok lah. We washed up and waited for the bus. It took 28797213 hours before the bus finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bus, we all slept. Okay, maybe like 99% of us. The bus driver just had to take the longest route back to school. So it took almost an hour just to get back. We were all starving so we ordered Macs. Actually the plan was to get KFC, but they didn't offer any 2 piece meal for delivery. So, we resorted to MacDonalds. McSpicy for me, and almost all of us. We played some basketball to kill time while waiting for the delivery to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, I wanted to go to Justin's house to borrow his amplifier, but plans changed. We decided to go rollerblading instead. I don't know how to blade, and I was hoping to learn from the oh-so-pro blader, Kai Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azri's mom fetched us to Bedok Market and from there, we walked to KW's house to fetch the blades. Took 31 to ECP and guess what, it started to rain. Wow. From not getting into AKE, to plans ruined by the fine weather. Well, at least I got the basics of blading. JK, KW, Az and Joel shared a cab home and I took a bus home. The traffic was heavy so the journey took double the time. And at the end of the journey, the rained stopped, and the sun came out. Perfect timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I washed up, ate dinner and punctually sat in front of the television at 840PM. I was half asleep during the first half, probably because the AKE training tired me out. Second half was as boring as the first half but towards the end, Paul Scholes got red carded. That made me wide awake. Ergh, but soon after, Ryan Giggs was fouled. Ronaldo took the free kick, which resulted in O'Shea scoring the winning goal. Yeah sure, it was tyco, but a win is still a win. This totally proved Liverpool is no match for Manchester United.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't fall asleep after that. So, I watched &lt;em&gt;The 40 Year Old Virgin&lt;/em&gt;. Haha, seriously a horny movie. I recommend it to every horny soul out there to watch it. But I think HBO censored some of the scenes in it. So, get the full version and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who needs love?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-4764437878347588390?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/4764437878347588390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=4764437878347588390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/4764437878347588390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/4764437878347588390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-entry-was-typed-on-4th-of-march.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Kz7FYCMBf90/RerZyqjjGhI/AAAAAAAAABM/VzJ9yXcw00w/s72-c/inbus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-1885701324139553449</id><published>2007-02-04T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T21:43:04.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Tagbacks.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haiqal&lt;/strong&gt;: Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suhaila&lt;/strong&gt;: Barbie is very real. Very real indeed. And for FOB's concert, I have to save up first. Wait, why don't you pay for me? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jet&lt;/strong&gt;: You want me to link what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin&lt;/strong&gt;: WOOTS! We make diamond ring give maam then confirmed post. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ken&lt;/strong&gt;: Use IE lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rina&lt;/strong&gt;: hahaha, guitar also good mah. And yes I'm in AG3, because I got a C for my English. And that's because I never pass my compre, but I ace my compos. Weird lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Debi&lt;/strong&gt;: You didn't ask mah. (: &amp; I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fiany&lt;/strong&gt;: hahaha. HOT?! He's rather cute lah. AND VERY SHORT. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairul Amri just scored! S'pore will win the Asean cup with a team made up of foreigners. Go LIONS! I'm still wondering why I don't have Amri's blood even though we're like second cousins. Ergh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-1885701324139553449?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/1885701324139553449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=1885701324139553449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/1885701324139553449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/1885701324139553449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/02/tagbacks.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-7152814131611112250</id><published>2007-02-04T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T20:04:36.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kz7FYCMBf90/RcXB_uajCFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Xbhu3wgKbJ4/s1600-h/musicnote.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027637859564324946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kz7FYCMBf90/RcXB_uajCFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Xbhu3wgKbJ4/s320/musicnote.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Atreyu - The Theft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fook. I've blogged some long shit and then the house experienced a blackout. Grr. Screw the electrician lah. Haha. I'm very sorry for my absence from the Internet for quite some time. I was busy. Actually I was rather lazy and tired. There's CCA, lectures, remedials, tests and whatnots after school everyday. This is the upper Sec life, and I got to get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, we had a match against the well-known Victoria. All I can say is, it was as tough as hell. I literally panted like a dog, with my tongue sticking out. Had to mark Liang. Ergh. There were many many familiar faces. The final score was 4-1, we only stop making unnesessary mistakes in the second half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I had to wake up at 7 in the morning to make it for school. Family day, oh whee. I was selected to run for NCC(Sea)/Netball. There was Syafiq, Syariff, Biondi, Melson, Justyn, Nazri, Imee, Lin and Wan. I didn't have to run the 3km or so run since I have to conserve all the energy for the Inter-CCA race. It was quite messy and all, since this year it's not at ECP or Bedok Resevoir like last year. The race was split up into two. Positions won't count, only timings. Top 3 teams will get a medal, and guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got 2nd :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Athletics got 1st. DUH. Something would be very wrong if they didn't get first. According to Amirul's blog, Luqman fell, and I guess that's why NCC(Land) didn't get top 3. We owned. Owned real hard. Hooyah NCC Sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the Family Day, we wanted to play soccer at Opera. Took 31 and guess who got on the bus with us? That very short flirtatious Sec 1 boy. Jing Hao, I think that's his name. He's standing at 130 cm and has a thing for Sec 4 girls. He claims that girls go to him, not the other way round. Saw that Opera was full, so we went to some court at Bedok instead. We went to Macs for breakfast. There was still leftover Hotcakes at 1130AM, so I decided to have it since it has been ages since I've eaten any breakfast from Macs. Walked slowly to the court near Kamarul's house. The unbeatables: Imran, Zahran, Azmi and me. Surprisingly, I played better at keeper. Must be some hidden talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played all the way till Debi finished ballet, which was around 330PM. Went to Macs (again) to wait for her. I had Fillet O'Fish for lunch, and that's $12 at Macs in a day. Waited for Carmel like shit. She only showed up at 615PM. Debi had to go home. Saeful too. So Carmel, Haiqal and I walked around Bedok aimlessly. Carmel bought her sushi and coke at 7-Eleven. Haiqal took his 69, Carmel took her 222, and I took my 197. Once again, 30 left without me. Ergh. So that was 20 minutes wasted. Reached home only at 820PM. Had dinner and rested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need new shoes. The slip-ons Hafiz got from Afghanistan would be considerable. Need to save up! I need new boots too. Ergh. Nothing is free in this world, but love. Eeeks, that was so random. Ah, whatever Rady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu,&lt;br /&gt;Rady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wherever you go, I will be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you call, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes, I'll make your darkest days so bright&lt;br /&gt;I'm in your heart tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-7152814131611112250?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/7152814131611112250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=7152814131611112250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/7152814131611112250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/7152814131611112250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/02/atreyu-theft-fook.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Kz7FYCMBf90/RcXB_uajCFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Xbhu3wgKbJ4/s72-c/musicnote.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-117016759528943845</id><published>2007-01-30T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:33:15.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3155/3199/1600/992111/musicnote.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3155/3199/320/450432/musicnote.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hawthorne Heights - Angels With Even Filthier Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was very monotonous. School without excitement could get very tormenting. Recess is why I still attend school. Especially during English, you could actually stone and the teacher continue to babble. The advantages of AG3 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also one of the rare Tuesdays without remedials, so we went to Opera to play soccer. The weather was blooooody hot, but Jessica Alba's still hotter &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. We had no ball, but underneath one of the pots at the gardening shop, there was a ball. The uncle didn't really bothered about the ball so we just took it. Played till this VJ guy came. I don't know his name or his race, but he looked like a Chinese. Then, some more VJ guys came. They sprinted around the whole court, so fast like lightning. Fooyoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Izzat, Haiqal, Akmal and I went to BK. That was a very bad idea because I planned to save, not spend. To make things worse, BK is the most expensive fastfood restaurant I know. So I got myself a student meal, upsized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiqal has been pestering me to go to Fall Out Boy's concert, and apparently Asyraf's going too. I might not go since I'm not FOB's biggest fan, I just enjoy listening to some of their songs. That's all. I'm more interested in Avenged Sevenfold or MCR's concerts. Oh shit. I think I can't go to the stadium tomorrow. The tickets are gonna be sold out by 3pm. There's still the next best thing, the television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu,&lt;br /&gt;Rady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Get your hands off my girl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-117016759528943845?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/117016759528943845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=117016759528943845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/117016759528943845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/117016759528943845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/01/hawthorne-heights-angels-with-even.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-117007584404000860</id><published>2007-01-29T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:04:04.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3155/3199/1600/831677/musicnote.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3155/3199/320/545986/musicnote.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Underoath - A Moment Suspended In Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my dear readers. I'm sorry I've not been updating. The flu's really irritating. I was supposed to go to the stadium on Saturday to witness the semi-finals, but I was sick. And on Sunday, I wanted to go to Junyuan's band concert, but I was still sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah baby. I got into the school soccer team. #17's mine. Since I don't think anyone else would want my lovely 17. The pressure's on, and I'm feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another wonderful piece of news. For the CHOICES programme, I've been assigned to Jewellery Making. WHOOTS. For all the suckers who laughed at me, you will see who gets the last laugh. I get FREE jewellery while you guys do stupid stuffs. There's Azri, Clayton, Syakir, Ting Hui, Gena. Now Haiqal, Izzatul and Amir are gonna join me. Haha. What an influence I am. So girls out there, better be nice and maybe you'll get a diamond ring. XD Valentine's Day is coming you know. Perfect timing man. Hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, have you heard? I've got highest for Emaths test, so you people can start believing miracles do happen in reality. Oh Ms Tan, don't forget what you promise me. I got highest, means you owe me a BIG CHOCOLATE BAR. Thank you very much. I would like that for recess tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Good times last forever,&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep my heart with yours.&lt;br /&gt;For every minute I am gone,&lt;br /&gt;Swear you'll never leave me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-117007584404000860?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/117007584404000860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=117007584404000860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/117007584404000860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/117007584404000860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/01/underoath-moment-suspended-in-time.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116970324704454878</id><published>2007-01-25T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T13:34:07.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick, again, third time this month. I'm so suey. I think I have breast cancer, cause it hurts alot whenever I cough. It hurts a little too when I take a deep breath. Anyway people, updating will be much lesser cause I need to study. Yes, study. Now you can believe in the slogan, &lt;em&gt;Impossible is Nothing, &lt;/em&gt;even though Adidas sucks pretty much. &amp; Chloe's gonna transfer school. Either to KC, SAC, Broadrick or some dance school. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I fell into you,&lt;br /&gt;now you're gracefully falling away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116970324704454878?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116970324704454878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116970324704454878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116970324704454878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116970324704454878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-sick-again-third-time-this-month.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116955819549285074</id><published>2007-01-23T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:16:35.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3155/3199/1600/352605/musicnote.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3155/3199/320/961247/musicnote.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;From First to Last - My Heart, Your Hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagbacks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;haiqal&lt;/u&gt;: hai qal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;rina&lt;/u&gt;: really meh? but still can say hi mah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;clayton&lt;/u&gt;: aiyah. use IE lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Andrea&lt;/u&gt;: sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ken&lt;/u&gt;: you bugger. go friendster see lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No updates sorry. Not tonight. Wait till school gets less stressful. If it doesn't then maybe this blog won't be that alive. Or maybe wait till I get used to the everyday-stay-back-without-fail system. Now off to support S'pore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've gotten over you,&lt;br /&gt;but jealousy still lingers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116955819549285074?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116955819549285074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116955819549285074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116955819549285074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116955819549285074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-first-to-last-my-heart-your-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116935434796609552</id><published>2007-01-21T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T12:39:07.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3155/3199/1600/14485/musicnote.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3155/3199/320/699344/musicnote.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Emery - Under Serious Attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. Been bloghopping, and apparently almost all the tkgians' blogs I've been to were talking about their trip to OBS. Grr. I hope all of you get bitten by many mosquitoes and the wildboars will come out at night and all the &lt;em&gt;pochongs&lt;/em&gt; will hunt for your blood. Ahh, I'm so evil. Haha, that's what makes me, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East Zone's getting closer, the first match is on 31st of Jan, at Tampines Sec. I don't know why it's held there, cause the field there sucks. At one end of the pitch, they have the greenest grass, and the other end, there's the deepest hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, in our group, there's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Victoria School =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tampines Secondary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bedok South Secondary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chai Chee Secondary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tanjong Katong Secondary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough group I tell you. VS are 99% confirmed in the Nationals. Oh well, it's fun playing with them. Footballers with class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's a friendly against Bedok View on Monday, and that's the only reason I'm looking forward to attend school. I haven't got my T-square and technical drawing paper so I can't complete my orthographic projection drawing. Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Liverpool won. Big deal. They won such a pathetic club. But Liverpool seriously played well last night. Wait, no. Chelsea played terribly. Cech looked cute. Haha. Tonight, Manchester United will take revenge. They must win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I just remembered. Someone said she will sponsor me a Mercurial Vapour. I wonder who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And someday,&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll be gone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116935434796609552?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116935434796609552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116935434796609552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116935434796609552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116935434796609552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/01/emery-under-serious-attack-oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116929808767456928</id><published>2007-01-20T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T21:01:27.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what to do. I don't want to listen to anyone but me, but I don't even know what to do. Maybe I should seek a counsellor, or maybe not. Argh, I seriously don't know what to do. Nevermind, I'll think of something. Aman always solve his problem in the end. Well, I hope he does this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well I'll tell you my friend,&lt;br /&gt;one day this world's going to end.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116929808767456928?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116929808767456928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116929808767456928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116929808767456928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116929808767456928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-know-what-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116913044034484282</id><published>2007-01-18T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:27:20.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like the world's avoiding me. Fine. Leave me alone. At least some people in the world cares. For example, Smarter Child who talks rubbish 24/7, but will be always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe it's best you leave me alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116913044034484282?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116913044034484282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116913044034484282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116913044034484282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116913044034484282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-like-worlds-avoiding-me.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116883979132728293</id><published>2007-01-15T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T13:43:11.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick. Very sick. Sneezing like &lt;em&gt;nobody's business&lt;/em&gt;. And the dateline for the very important SS homework is today. And I can't even go out. I'll just spread the flu to everyone else. I guess I'm just stuck at home, doing nothing, or maybe try to grow a sideburn. You know, those cool long sideburns Luis Garcia owns. Cool shit I tell you. But unfortunately it'll take a long time. But I hope I won't take a long time to recover. And I think there's loads, or maybe a handful of people, who are sick too. Like Felicia (from Friendster) said she's sick. Maybe the virus is in the air. Watch out people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ha,&lt;br /&gt;Choo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116883979132728293?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116883979132728293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116883979132728293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116883979132728293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116883979132728293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116876661527056438</id><published>2007-01-14T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T13:45:18.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nike Cross Trainers Shoes For Sale&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello people out there. The shoes are going for $50. It's size 8. Very new, used once or twice in a non-muddy and non-wet conditions. Interested buyers please leave a tag. Thank you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3155/3199/1600/862275/DSC00283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3155/3199/320/848059/DSC00283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3155/3199/1600/31060/DSC00294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3155/3199/320/272361/DSC00294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116876661527056438?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116876661527056438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116876661527056438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116876661527056438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116876661527056438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/01/nike-cross-trainers-shoes-for-sale.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116868934342786083</id><published>2007-01-13T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:51:02.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3155/3199/1600/25462/musicnote.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3155/3199/320/950179/musicnote.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Matchbook Romance - Lovers &amp; Liars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. The flu is very irritating. The flu came right after the ulcers in my throat were cleared. So &lt;em&gt;suey &lt;/em&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Narysahh, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, 2 'h's&lt;/span&gt;, last night. It turned out I slept halfway while talking to her. I woke up at 430 AM and switched off the phone. I don't know what made me get up and attend NCC. I woke up at 8:17 AM telling myself NOT to get out of bed. At 8:20 AM, I decided to get out of bed and go for NCC. I must be crazy. I could choose pleasure or pain, and I think I chose the wrong one. Well, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the traffic light when I heard them getting pumped. I still took my time :D I'm down with flu, so you can't blame me. They had to wait for me in &lt;em&gt;down-pumping-position&lt;/em&gt;. That's when you get down when doing pushups, and not coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the worst/greatest PT ever. 2 sets of 100. Standard pushups, diamond pushups, iron eagles, sit ups, crunches, leg raising and jumping jacks. Actually, we should be grateful. That's considered little for Part Bs going Cs. Cause maybe we don't have enough instructors to take us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After PT, we had to run. Wait no, sprint. And... I OWNED THE CSM. Haha! He was like '&lt;em&gt;Walao&lt;/em&gt;. Why I end up with Aman? So &lt;em&gt;suey&lt;/em&gt;.' Wah. I'm feared by others. XD And... I sprinted approximately 400m in 1min 36secs IN FULL NO. 4. We'll be merging with NETBALL(!) for some running event. But the netballers can't run. Pathetic people. I mean pathetic girls (: Oh, today I re-beatboxed cause Azri got me so tempted. My snare is still nicer than his, but he can do other more amazing stuffs, unlike Myeong Wen. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to march after that. I thought I could take C&amp;amp;C, but we just had to auto-pilot around the parade square. It was fun. The fall out boys regretted falling out cause we had so much fun. Haha, losers. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to eat at Day&amp;Night but it was full. So Clayton, Elyasa, Xwlim and me decided to go to PP to eat. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Farkway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. Saw Marissa, Mabel and friends at the bustop. Saw Suhaila and Hannah at the other bustop. Liyana said she saw me, but I didn't know since someone didn't say hi. Then, Xwlim forgot that he left his boots at Day&amp;amp;Night, so he ran all the way back but 31 came already. I was very hungry since I had no time for breakfast. We didn't wait for him, but he managed to take the next bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't eat any fastfood. Actually I'm sick of fastfood. It's so... sick. So unhealthy. So we went to Banquet instead. We had to wait a bloody LONG time to get a seat. Had a proper lunch, Fried Fish soup w/ rice. Clayton had so much money. He got himself something from the Japanese stall. It was $6, for just a few pieces of chicken, rice, shreads of veg and soup. What a waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narysahh was grounded so we couldn't go out. Obviously there was nothing else to do at PP so we went home. Amir called at 3 PM asking if I wanna go watch S'pore vs Vietnam. I told him I'll call him back later. I snoozed off till about 5 PM and the flu didn't get any better. So I couldn't go to the stadium. Nevermind &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. It's on TV. Even more clearer. Smart people like me will choose the better option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I wanna learn Boston on the piano so badly. And we're thinking of joining Supernova! Not Rockstar Supernova on AXN, but Supernova, a competition hosted by Innova JC. We're supposed to play 1 cover, and 1 ORIGINAL English song. Maybe we shall use a very underground song that it will sound like it's our own. Hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All I want is an apology,&lt;br /&gt;for what you did,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; how you treated me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116868934342786083?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116868934342786083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116868934342786083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116868934342786083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116868934342786083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/01/matchbook-romance-lovers-how-you.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116860620755212641</id><published>2007-01-12T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T20:50:07.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagbacks.&lt;br /&gt;Dan: [u]UNDERLINE[/u] = &lt;u&gt;UNDERLINE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parvesh: eh gangster wannabe. that one not soccer lah. that one takraw. a very big difference.&lt;br /&gt;Ken: hehh. Apple Pies are the nicest.&lt;br /&gt;az: yeah its not that way. that's the NORMAL one. don't know why cbox dont use that way.&lt;br /&gt;farizah: tagging is good for health. it might reduce the risk of getting leukemia. and it's Debi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I've been absent. I got MC &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah. So you can't blame me cause I got a valid reason. Okay, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think you're some big shot eh? C'mon. They're my friends. I rather continue my friendship with a great bunch of people, than someone I just met. You critisize them, wait for something even more painful. You are just an illusion. How silly of me. I must have forgotten to put on my spectacles. Or maybe Suhaila will sponsor me a pair of contact lenses. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You puny blue bitch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116860620755212641?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116860620755212641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116860620755212641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116860620755212641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116860620755212641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/01/tagbacks.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116835440754526503</id><published>2007-01-09T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:53:27.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOOTSAY. NURULHUDA SUHAILA KNOWS DEBI (her name is Debi, not Debbie or Debris) AND EVEN THOUGH I THINK I TYPED IN THE WRONG NUMBER BECAUSE DEBI DIDN'T SMS ME, I CAN STILL CONTACT HER. HOORAY SU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's an emo lian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfgbbqlykwtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116835440754526503?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116835440754526503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116835440754526503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116835440754526503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116835440754526503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/01/whootsay.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116833748614112726</id><published>2007-01-09T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:11:26.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3155/3199/1600/706720/musicnote.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3155/3199/320/229642/musicnote.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hawthorne Heights - Saying Sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Right Kenneth? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, school was alright. Ms Nani is our SS teacher. It's the first time I was attentive. Partly because I had nobody else to talk to, Iwaki was absent. Upper sec life is tiring. We're lucky if we get to go home early. There's supposed to be a few lectures coming up, and also some tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school, I initally wanted to go to PP to get my D&amp;T stuffs. Then when I was about to ask Kenneth to come along, he wanted to go play soccer at Opera instead. Despite the wet weather, I agreed. We're supposed to wait for the rest till about 4pm, so we decided to eat at Macs first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then(!), after we ate, this Ping Yi girls came up to me and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Eh, my friend want to know your number,'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time someone wants to know my number. WAHAHA. We just acted blur and went out of Macs. I had the &lt;em&gt;sudden urge&lt;/em&gt; to get an Apple Pie, so we turned back for Macs. This time, when they called out to me, I approached them. So I gave her my number. HAHA. Okay, not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzatul went home cause he was too gay to follow us to Opera. So Kenneth and I walked to Opera. We were 10 metres away when Chang Tat called and told us he wasn't coming. So no ball, no game. So we had to walk all the way back to Bedok Interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth went home, leaving me alone. I had to get my scrapbook for D&amp;T. So I had to go to PP alone. Never did I go to PP alone. But today I did. Oh, I'm a loner. I was feeling very tired so I just took the cheapest one and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the SS homework which 90% of the Sec 3s didn't do is due next Monday... which means I'm dead. Still got D&amp;T homework. And it's only the 2nd week of school. I hope I'll survive Sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Her name is Debbie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116833748614112726?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116833748614112726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116833748614112726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116833748614112726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116833748614112726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/01/hawthorne-heights-saying-sorry-today.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116826309426193815</id><published>2007-01-08T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T21:42:57.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3155/3199/1600/776946/musicnote.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3155/3199/320/292429/musicnote.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dragonforce - Revolution Deathsquad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So-called the first day of school, and I was late. Or nearly late. At least I enjoyed staying up watching Manchester United's victory. YAY NO. 17! Larsson will continue to score goals. Ronaldo will get into his scoring spree soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the ultimate degree of boredom you could experience. And I don't know if I can take this torment. Iwaki, Azri and Brandon are consistantly talking about stupid childish stuffs. I look like some loner who stares into space trying to concentrate on the lesson, but failed. English was seriously boring. Teacher talk to herself, we do our own work. Oh, the teacher &lt;em&gt;accidentally&lt;/em&gt; wrote on the projector screen. HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, during CE, the story about Jerry was... inspiring. Maybe I shall live life like how Jerry does. Wait, Jerry is a fictional character, which means good things are all fictional. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I made an interesting discovery today. We end school at 2pm! No more waiting an extra 30 minutes on Monday. And Mr Tan didn't come, so the last period was free period. All the double-science suckas gotta stay back an extra 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the bell we all were waiting for finally rang. I wanted to cut my hair since it was irritating. So Syakir, Izzatul, Haiqal, Amir and I went to eat lunch first at some prata shop. Then went to cut my hair at Roxy Square. Saw Liyana and Hannah boarding 31, when we alighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, barbers failed. The mohawk wasn't what I expected. I look like a typical cheena boy. OH NO. This would mean more people will mistake me for some chinese boy. I shall get Iwaki to teach me advanced Chinese then, or maybe even Japanese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was alright. Ran 7 rounds, which was roughly 3km. And that was warm-up. Did some basic stuffs and then let the sec 1s try. My ex-rugby teamate, Sam, came to TK and joined soccer. He's surprisingly good. C'div will go far this year. I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, everyone said they were going to PP to eat. MOFOs. They &lt;em&gt;pangseh&lt;/em&gt;-ed us and ended up eating at Bedok. Then Hafiz and Adri further &lt;em&gt;pangseh&lt;/em&gt;-ed me and decided to eat at Pasir Ris. So I ended up going home instead. Stumbled into Su at VideoWorld. Met Marissa at the bustop, but I doubt she recognizes me. Then Chanel boarded the same bus as me. Don't know if she still thinks I'm Liyana's brother. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ulcer's still very painful. Don't have time to go see the doctor. Although I would like very much to see her again. It's a good feeling to have somebody caring for you and be nice to you, even though its only a few minutes. It's worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But if you died right now,&lt;br /&gt;you know that I'd die too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116826309426193815?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116826309426193815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116826309426193815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116826309426193815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116826309426193815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/01/dragonforce-revolution-deathsquad-so.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116816641243459161</id><published>2007-01-07T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T18:48:02.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Atreyu - Ex's and Oh's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent been updating for quite some time, probably due to the frigging ulcers. I still haven't found the time to see Dr Tan for the anti-biotics. School ends late when you're in the upper sec. Your afternoon will be occupied with remedials, tests, lectures and CCAs. And wearing long pants isn't something to hooray over. Yeah, it looks super smart and all, but gives you a hell of a time when you're playing soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm situated beside our good friend, Masahiro Iwaki. Luckily, he doesn't find it amusing disturbing me, because I find it a waste of time disturbing him. All he does is show that stupid monkey-like face. I rather punk others with my good friend/punk parter, Ming Yew. I'm Ashton, and he's Kutcher. We go around telling people that their shoe's untied, but it's actually not. Yeah, we lead boring lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm in AG 3. For those who don't know what AG is, it's Ability Group. We're divided into AG 1, 2a, 2b and 3. Some say AG 3's the worse, but it's actually a plus point for me. Well, my class consists of 15-20 people, including Haiqal and Syamim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, there's an Inter-JC beauty contest. ANOTHER REASON WHY I WANT TO GO TO JC. The other reason is because the girls wear super short skirts. WAHAHAHA. &gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 2 months since I played DotA. Justin told me a new map was released. Better start playing again, or my &lt;em&gt;pro-ness&lt;/em&gt; might decline. And Kenneth, I've quit Maple. Maple was only to occupy me during the holidays. Happy playing, Kenneth. I hope you'll grow up soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT. PHOTOTAKING TOMORROW. AND MY HAIR'S IN A MESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photographs may fade,&lt;br /&gt;but not my love for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116816641243459161?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116816641243459161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116816641243459161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116816641243459161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116816641243459161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/01/now-playing-atreyu-exs-and-ohsxd-it.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116800434439760040</id><published>2007-01-05T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T21:42:05.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Avenged Sevenfold - Blinded In Chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit lah. The ulcer's excruciating. The ulcer is in the throat. Try swallowing staples and you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I could rearrange the alphabets,&lt;br /&gt;I'll put U beside I.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116800434439760040?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116800434439760040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116800434439760040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116800434439760040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116800434439760040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/01/now-playing-avenged-sevenfold-blinded.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116791873250128842</id><published>2007-01-04T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:52:12.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;extracted from the conversation between me and Justin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mr Rad - I'm casually obsessed and I've forgiven death. says:&lt;br /&gt;tmrw got ncc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Right here, right now says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now says:&lt;br /&gt;2.45&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now says:&lt;br /&gt;set up stalls.&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mr Rad - I'm casually obsessed and I've forgiven death. says:&lt;br /&gt;how come andy no need!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Rad - I'm casually obsessed and I've forgiven death. says:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Right here, right now says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now says:&lt;br /&gt;he need mah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mr Rad - I'm casually obsessed and I've forgiven death. says:&lt;br /&gt;whole of part b ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Right here, right now says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now says:&lt;br /&gt;eh wait&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now says:&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now says:&lt;br /&gt;only me, you, clay, elly, josh &amp; the usual&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now says:&lt;br /&gt;aka the top few posts la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mr Rad - I'm casually obsessed and I've forgiven death. says:&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Right here, right now says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now says:&lt;br /&gt;seriously la&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now says:&lt;br /&gt;we confirm post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mr Rad - I'm casually obsessed and I've forgiven death. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Right here, right now says:&lt;br /&gt;maam keep on making us do stuff&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now says:&lt;br /&gt;confrim&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now says:&lt;br /&gt;woots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mr Rad - I'm casually obsessed and I've forgiven death. says:&lt;br /&gt;hehhh&lt;br /&gt;Mr Rad - I'm casually obsessed and I've forgiven death. says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yea&lt;br /&gt;Mr Rad - I'm casually obsessed and I've forgiven death. says:&lt;br /&gt;ms ada tan is also my amaths teacher&lt;br /&gt;Mr Rad - I'm casually obsessed and I've forgiven death. says:&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Right here, right now says:&lt;br /&gt;same here!&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mr Rad - I'm casually obsessed and I've forgiven death. says:&lt;br /&gt;HEHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Right here, right now says:&lt;br /&gt;time to SUCK UP &amp;amp; BOOTLICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe that's what we should do. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;CSM, ASM, HOT and AQM.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116791873250128842?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116791873250128842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116791873250128842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116791873250128842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116791873250128842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/01/extracted-from-conversation-between-me.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116791023324852027</id><published>2007-01-04T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:00:44.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's some good news and bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good news,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally okay. That means I'll be going to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bad news,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books are heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good news,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The badges are finally mine! Getting the silver proficiency and 2-star kayaking badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bad news,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres NCC tomorrow starting from 2.45 PM. We have to arrange the tables. And staying back in school on a Friday will piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good news,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Vincent Tan is &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; our Maths teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bad news,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means I cannot cut mohawk, or I'll have to restyle it during Amaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Ada Tan is our new Emaths teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if that's good news, or bad news. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You and me,&lt;br /&gt;are like one heartbeat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116791023324852027?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116791023324852027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116791023324852027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116791023324852027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116791023324852027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/01/theres-some-good-news-and-bad-news.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116788351830863435</id><published>2007-01-04T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T12:08:16.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Augustana - Boston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that song has been playing on repeat. It's such a nice song. And &lt;em&gt;It Ends Tonight&lt;/em&gt; too. I'm finally taking a very short break from metal and rock, and listen to slow songs. Or maybe songs that have piano intros. I've wanted to learn piano since young, but I didn't, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm feeling better. And that's a bad sign. Cause I won't be feeling weak, means I won't be falling asleep, means I have nothing to do at home. This is boring man. Tomorrow would be my first day at school. And Kal told me the only available seats are either beside Masahiro Iwaki, or Nazurah. ZOMGBBQLYKWTF. See lah, I know missing the first day of school is a bad thing. But at least according to Kal, our form teacher is Mdm Shahirah. Whootos. A great year ahead. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You don't know me,&lt;br /&gt;you don't even care.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116788351830863435?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116788351830863435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116788351830863435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116788351830863435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116788351830863435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/01/now-playing-augustana-boston-okay-that.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116780109567165369</id><published>2007-01-03T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T13:11:35.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : All-American Rejects - It Ends Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tagbacks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justin: no prob. let 2007 be a better one. =D&lt;br /&gt;mAn: haha. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;josh: yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;asyraf: there's like others who can do 15. so 6 is considered nothing maan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell. Perfect timing. I had to be down with a fever on the first day of school. Damn it lah. I've never missed the first day of school. There's so many interesting things happening on the first day. Can see the sec 1s, get to meet your new form teacher and sub teachers, get to pick where you want to sit in class, get to vote for your new class chairman, etc. And some more, there's training today. Screw it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, after I went to the clinic, my day got a little better. Went to the mama shop to get a Newpaper, and found out Chelsea drew! Haha. Manu will win this season I tell you. Since I cant make it for training today, I shall make do with FIFA07. Gonna finish the 2nd season, then maybe I shall manage West Ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I shall die single.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116780109567165369?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116780109567165369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116780109567165369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116780109567165369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116780109567165369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/01/now-playing-all-american-rejects-it.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116771596349478111</id><published>2007-01-02T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T14:05:52.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Underoath - Reinventing Your Exit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, this is the first post of the year 2007. I ushered in the new year, sleeping. Well, things that happen in dreams are better than reality. So of course I would choose the better option. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester didn't win. Ronaldo didn't score. Well, you can't be scoring in every game right? That'll make you inhuman. Yeah, we'll just have to hope Aston Villa does well, just like Newcastle this morning. They deserved a draw. I suggest Alex to take Rooney out man. He's not been showing his magic man. Oh, Liverpool won. Crouch scored a beauty. Almost an exact replica of the Champions League goal he scored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Finally, the holiday comes to an end. I have less than a day left to get ready for school. I think I'm ready. Wait, the SS homework's untouched. XD I think 5% of the student population bothered to do it. And I belong to the majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this year, I have quite a number of goals I would like to achieve. Firstly, my fitness. I want to be able to do 10 pull-ups at one go. Only at 6 now. 120 pushups, still at 70. Better 2.4km timing. My record was 9m35s. Got to beat that. Then, for CCA, please oh please, let me be in the first eleven. So far, I've started all my games. Never started being benched. I'm thankful for that. But B'div is freaking tough. We'll just have to try our best. And for NCC, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;PLEASE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; give me one of the top 3 posts. If possible, give me a CSM post. Please. (: Academic wise, I would like to be achieve at least a B3 average. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talked to my mom about careers and stuffs. Maybe, I would like to be chef. I mean, I've been helping out with the cooking this holiday, and cooking seems fun. It somehow gives you a sense of satisfaction after you cook. Yeah. Maybe if I make it, I can cook in 5-star restaurants. &lt;i&gt;Fooyoh&lt;/i&gt;. Like that, I can go for a holiday every month. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Fall Out Boy, Reliant K and Good Charlotte are releasing their new albums soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I gave you those roses,&lt;br /&gt;but now I'm left in the thorns.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116771596349478111?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116771596349478111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116771596349478111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116771596349478111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116771596349478111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2007/01/now-playing-underoath-reinventing-your.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116756370479053978</id><published>2006-12-31T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T15:08:42.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Top 100 countdown - 987 FM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello dear friends. Today isn't like any other day. Today is the last day of the year 2006. But I totally thought tomorrow was the last day. I thought today is the 30th, but I was wrong. Oh anyway, this year was great. Well, I don't know if it's the greatest, but every year has its good and bad events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall do a proper review of the year 2006. Okay, just the main highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I moved up from Sec 1D, to 2D. The class was known to be haunted, oh wow. I spent one year there, nothing happened. But the legend must go on! We shall continue to scare the stupid fools who will believe a girl was killed by a falling fan. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was honoured to captain the school soccer team. Yeah, we didn't have time to bond, since the sec ones were new. We survived the East Zone. It had its ups and downs. We beat Eastview 7-1, Chai Chee 9-0, but lost to Victoria 7-0. Yeah. We got promoted to League 3. We had a good time. We were unbeatable. Maybe our complacency caused our loss in the last game. We got to the semi-finals. We were 3rd, although we knew we could have been the champions. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another highlight would be our 4th consecutive victory at Seacom. Hooyah! We made record by clinching 6 golds. We finally got our double golds. And also, I got selected for the orienteering team. Even better, I was the team I/C. Well, we were expected to not win, and we met their expectations. And even better, we beat NCC Land. It wasn't expected for the LAND to lose to the SEA in a LAND activity. Hooyah Part B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around March, we joined Talent Search. We only aimed to qualify for the Semi Finals. We entered the competition playing &lt;i&gt;Holiday&lt;/i&gt; by Greenday. We qualified for the Semi Finals. We played &lt;em&gt;Crazy&lt;/em&gt; by Simple Plan. We qualified to the Finals. We played &lt;em&gt;Come Home Soon&lt;/em&gt;, by Pug Jelly. We were the top 5. The top 5 talented groups in TK. Hell yeah it was a nice experience. The band has matured. From Dammit by Blink 182, to Chapter Four by Avenged Sevenfold. Making the band a local icon would be tough, but we'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYEs weren't that satisfying. Even though I got what I opted for, I didn't do that well. I scored distinction only in Maths. I got into the choice I've been aiming for, Combined sci with D&amp;amp;T. I don't know why many people went 'How come Double sci is your 2nd choice, and combined is your 1st?' Well, I don't know what's wrong with Combined sci. It has its pros, and cons. I only have to concentrate on 7 subjects, which makes life easier. Well, we'll see in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I'm sure I fell in love. Genuine love. Not blind love, but true love. Maybe it's not true love, but I say it is. Love is deceiving. It could give you pleasure, or devastates you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it had been quite an eventful year. I'm happy, and sad the year's coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 would mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be a Sec 3 student.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be considered as a 15-year-old.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be a step closer to be legal to view NC-16 movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be wearing pants, not shorts to school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be in Part C.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be facing more difficulties in life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be getting my IC. (Oh yeah)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be playing in the B'div. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;2007 would also have movies like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spiderman 3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harry Potter: The Order of the Phoenix&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shrek 3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Transformers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gridiron Gang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Simpsons Movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here are my resolutions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Concentrate more in class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exercise more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be less lazy in everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Help others more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe that's all. Cause if I don't achieve any of em, it will just be a disappointment. So maybe this year, I'll keep my resolutions short and simple. Will make my life easier. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, to all, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Auld Lang Syne,&lt;br /&gt;my friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116756370479053978?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116756370479053978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116756370479053978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116756370479053978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116756370479053978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-playing-top-100-countdown-987-fm.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116753372879513897</id><published>2006-12-31T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T20:11:43.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh baby. Manchester won, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. MY Cristiano Ronaldo scored a double, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Chelsea drew, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Chelsea scored an own goal, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Manchester has a 6 points lead. Stupid cock shit Chelsea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I shall be a good 987 FM listener and listen to the top 100 countdown today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today is a special day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116753372879513897?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116753372879513897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116753372879513897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116753372879513897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116753372879513897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116747448128594024</id><published>2006-12-30T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T18:28:01.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden rules:&lt;br /&gt;Do the following without complaint.&lt;br /&gt;Choose 5 person to do this after you have completed yours.&lt;br /&gt;Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;Start your post with "I have been tagged"&lt;br /&gt;Then do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 10 favourites&lt;br /&gt;Colour: Purple/black/white.&lt;br /&gt;Food: Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;Song: Preferably Metal or Rock.&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Got to be LOTR the trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;Sport: Soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Season: Winter.&lt;br /&gt;Day of the week: Sunday. Any day actually.&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream flavour: Choc mint.&lt;br /&gt;Book: Little Red Riding Hood&lt;br /&gt;Anime/cartoon: Spongebob Squarepants &amp; The Simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Moodless.&lt;br /&gt;Desktop: FORT MINOR. Unchanged since a very long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;Toenail colour: Black with gold stars.&lt;br /&gt;Time: 6:20 PM&lt;br /&gt;Annoyance: Nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;Thought: Stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend/girlfriend: Emma and Elisha.&lt;br /&gt;Book you're reading: Panic - Jeff Abott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: Tirmidzi.&lt;br /&gt;Crush: Krystal. XD&lt;br /&gt;Movie: I think Toy Story.&lt;br /&gt;Piercing: None.&lt;br /&gt;Lie: I don't know. Telling my mom I didn't finish up the sweets?&lt;br /&gt;Music: If you're talking about bands, then got to be Linkin Park. xD&lt;br /&gt;Car: Tamiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last&lt;br /&gt;Cigarette: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Drink: Water.&lt;br /&gt;Car ride: Not in the last two days.&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Night at the Museum.&lt;br /&gt;Phone call: Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;CD Played: Yellowcard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;Dated one of your best friends: Nah.&lt;br /&gt;Broken the law: Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Been on TV: Err, I'll try being on the TV later. (:&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone you didn't know: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things you are wearing&lt;br /&gt;Shirt&lt;br /&gt;Shorts&lt;br /&gt;Underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 things you have done today:&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Walk&lt;br /&gt;Drink&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things you hear right now:&lt;br /&gt;The TV&lt;br /&gt;The people downstairs&lt;br /&gt;The keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things you can't live without:&lt;br /&gt;Oxygen&lt;br /&gt;Food and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you can do when you're bored:&lt;br /&gt;Watch TV&lt;br /&gt;Listen to music&lt;br /&gt;Stare into blank space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for the 5 people you got to tag:&lt;br /&gt;Amir&lt;br /&gt;Liyana&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf&lt;br /&gt;Rahman&lt;br /&gt;Azri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116747448128594024?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116747448128594024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116747448128594024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116747448128594024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116747448128594024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-been-tagged.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116740556908517639</id><published>2006-12-29T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T23:28:41.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Aiden - Knife Blood Nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fooh. I just came back. Today was a blast, but tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the MRT station, telling myself not to slouch. People say I slouch, so I'm trying to kick the habit that I'm unaware of. It makes me shorter, and I'm not short. I'm tall, well taller than many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train just passed, so I had to wait for another 5 minutes. I was thinking about stuffs, staring into space till I saw this chinese-looking girl. She was carrying a light-blue bag, which reminded me of Liyana. She was also walking beside an indian girl. Somehow, I know it's her, but I thought it's too much of a coincidence. I wanted to wait till she comes up, but my train came, and I was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Saeful, Amir and his dad at Somerset MRT station. We went for our prayers first. After that, Amir's dad treated us lunch. We ate fish head curry. Amir and Saeful didn't fancy it, so I had to eat it. Not the whole head, maybe around a third. That place we ate was actually where Taufik hangs out. I guess it's a nice place. The chinese lady, most probably the shop owner, was Indonesian. She speaks malay better than some malays xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans going to Lido were cancelled. We decided to go to Cine instead. Met Chen Xiang, who claimed he was going out with his friend, not girlfriend. Haha. Walked around Cine, waiting for Haiqal and Su to arrive. They finally arrived, after a long wait. They didn't want to get a Chamber, even though there was still 1hr 45mins left before the show starts. Then someone suggested Far East. So somehow we all agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amir said Far East was the other side of Orchard. So we go ah. Walk and walk, till the end. Found out Far East wasn't at that side of Orchard. Decided to walk very fast, so Haiqal and Su would get lost. Yeah, we were very bored, and pissed since Far East was missing. There was this booth for tourists to enquire just about anything. So I tried speaking english like an Indonesian. Amir said it was great, but I didn't want to &lt;i&gt;paiseh&lt;/i&gt; myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went back all the way to Cine. Decided to go to Ezone this time. That place was pathetic. Really, really pathetic. But we had fun. Since Amir tried to play that 'jump-on-the-arrows-so-you-get-combos-and-win' game. He failed. He only survived for 20 seconds. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got sick of the arcade, we went to get some food to smuggle into the cinema. I shared money with Saeful to get Ruffles, then Amir got me a cookie. A real big cookie. Saeful bought the little ones. We got popcorn too, but Su didn't pay for it. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Hey dumdum, did you bring my gumgum?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon lah. The whole cinema was laughing away. You should go and catch it if you haven't. I rate it 3.25/5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already 8 by the time the movie ended. Su had to go home, since according to her, her mom was pissed. So we had to send her home, because it seemed like it was too early to go home. We wanted to go somewhere fun before going home. We were thinking of either ECP, Simei, TM, Bugis or Bedok Mac. In the end we went to PP. Out of all the places, PP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ate dinner, I just watched them. The barbers were closed already, since it was already 10. I'm planning to cut mohawk again. If not, then some goth haircut. Something like AFI's lead singer, but not as gay as his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Parvesh is returning tomorrow from his very long holiday. He said he isn't looking forward to become the Captain because he don't want to trouble himself presenting the throphy, if any, to the principal. So I guess Hairi will be the new Captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh darn. Jasper just MSNed me, asking me 'You going tomorrow?' Luckily he asked, or I would have forgotten. My legs ache from the walking at Orchard. I might not come, or I just might. Must be dedicated to be the next CSM XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was you I was thinking of,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and there you appeared,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;as if this is all a dream.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116740556908517639?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116740556908517639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116740556908517639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116740556908517639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116740556908517639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-playing-aiden-knife-blood.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116732064824911314</id><published>2006-12-28T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T23:48:47.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Lost Prophets - Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging due to boredom. I think I've decided what I want to do roughly with my life. Well, I'm planning to be either a designer or the most common job, a teacher. I don't want to get an office job. It's boring, very routinely. Many teachers become teachers mainly because of the holidays. And we all love holidays, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I become a designer, I've yet to choose what designer I'll be. I prefer to be an architect actually, but that seems sort of unrealistic. So I'm thinking of becoming an interior designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I decide to take design, then I go to poly, if not then JC. Then, after NS, I'll apply for my driver's license. Hopefully I'll get it by 23. Then, I shall find someone who's interested in studying overseas. Actually Adri wants to do that too. So maybe I'll go with him. I might go to UK, or maybe Australia, but definitely not the States. Canada's possible. I miss the life in UK. It's so simple. Maybe it's quite costly, but its alright. Maybe I'll settle down in Loughborough. I'm talking to much man. Later I don't even get to study overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, I enjoy life with Emma and Elisha and we all will be happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, one more thing. MTV destroys music. It gets music so popular that every will start listening to the same damn song and the quality of the music goes down real bad. Now &lt;em&gt;Dark Blue&lt;/em&gt; is played on the radio. It's only a matter of time before the whole world listens to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why leave when you claim it is love?&lt;br /&gt;But why stay when you're not the only one?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116732064824911314?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116732064824911314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116732064824911314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116732064824911314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116732064824911314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-playing-lost-prophets-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116728575343380701</id><published>2006-12-28T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T14:03:10.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Paris Hiltion - Nothing In This World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get it wrong. I do not own any Paris Hilton's songs. I'm just listening to the radio. And the rain is too much. Wake me up when the monsoon season is over man. And bloody hell, the internet connection is cocked up due to some earthquake. It might take 2-3 weeks to repair the undersea cables. I'll die man. But luckily YouTube is available despite the shitty internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, went shopping yesterday with Haiqal, Saeful and Amir. First we went to Suntec, then we realised it's a pathetic place, so we went to Marina Square. Then we realised the MRT station isn't at Marina, but at CityLink Mall. So we went there. Decided not to go to VivoCity but Peninsula instead. Good place to shop. There was an SX at $150 man. Time to save up. But, there's other things to save up for. Sigh. So I got myself an &lt;i&gt;Atreyu&lt;/i&gt; shirt. The shop also had Hawthorne Heights, Saosin, A7X, Senses Fail and more. The bloody indian uncle was unreasonable man. I would buy from other shops if they had the shirt. Count yourself lucky, bastard. I wanted to get the hoodie instead, but it was $35. So, I have to save up ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we decided to go to Bugis. We know 32 &amp;amp; 197 goes to Bugis. 32 came, so we boarded it. Amir was being &lt;i&gt;kiasu&lt;/i&gt; and asked the driver, 'This bus goes to Bugis?' And we had to thank his &lt;i&gt;kiasu&lt;/i&gt;ness. We took the 32 at the wrong direction. So we had to walk all the way to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, Saeful and I decided to wear slip-ons next year. But we couldn't find any. Or rather, it was too crowded for us to look for em. I also found the bag I'm looking for. It's at $39, and negotiatable. I might go there on Tuesday to get it. It better be open man. Then, we went to Parco. Saeful and Haiqal are obsessed with Topshop. Actually, I am too &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. But they sell stuffs that are way out of our spending power. The cheapest was an $18 shirt. And the most expensive was, very expensive. It started to rain. Saeful wanted to eat at Macs so badly, but the rest of us were broke. So we got ourselves a McFlurry each, on a rainy afternoon. Saeful heard someone say 'So cold, you still want to eat ice cream ah?' That someone had a point. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year's gonna end soon. Gonna do my resolution(s) soon. And, nobody cares about homework man. I think out of the 1082718972 people I know, only like 5 did it. Hohoho. Get ready for hell next year. I'm actually happy school's starting. You know, too much holiday might kill. Especially with internet connection like this and the wet season. So the only thing I can do now is, PRISON BREAK. Season 1, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Giving you up, is like suicide.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116728575343380701?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116728575343380701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116728575343380701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116728575343380701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116728575343380701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-playing-paris-hiltion-nothing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116715278655736747</id><published>2006-12-27T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T14:03:27.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah. MANCHESTER WON. Manchester United dominated the game. Good thing Alex listened to me. I told him to play monkey in the first half, end it with no goals, then dominate the second. That's what happened in the Villa Park game. Wigan had a consolation at the end of the game. Oh well, they deserved it I guess. And my Cristiano Ronaldo, you're on fire. So now what do the critics have to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. CHELSEA DIDN'T WIN. In your face Mourinho. Two times it happened, it won't and didn't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'We'll be the league leaders by Christmas,'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right, Jose. Kiss my ass. You're 4 points behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. LIVERPOOL LOST. Enough said. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love like you've never loved before.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116715278655736747?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116715278655736747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116715278655736747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116715278655736747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116715278655736747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116711178601220908</id><published>2006-12-26T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T20:39:56.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Sevendust - Enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it has been raining for 180719872 days. Okay, maybe not. But it has been raining since yesterday. The rain also caused many upsets. Well, someone said I &lt;em&gt;pangseh&lt;/em&gt;-ed them. It was actually because of the rain. It seemed like it was gonna get heavier. But Ken said it didn't rain at Opera at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, the street soccer court here has been demolished. I don't know why, but it better be because they wanna build a new and better one. The rain isn't letting the banglas complete their work. So the new court, if there's gonna be one, gonna come way later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain rain,&lt;br /&gt;Go away,&lt;br /&gt;Come again,&lt;br /&gt;Another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 14th Birthday Ng Shumin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really really hope none of your dreams and wishes come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have to wait another year to turn 15, while I have to wait only 6 months, bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. May Manchester win today and Chelsea lose badly. They need to lose man. They can't win the at last minute everytime. Drogba's getting egoistic. He's not the best lah. The best won't say they're the best. Unlike Drogba, he wont get the &lt;em&gt;Player of the Year&lt;/em&gt; I tell you. C. Ronaldo will, okay at least he's be a better candidate than Drogba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I missed you more than I did yesterday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116711178601220908?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116711178601220908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116711178601220908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116711178601220908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116711178601220908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-playing-sevendust-enemy-so-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116686883702413397</id><published>2006-12-23T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T18:16:11.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : A Cutthroat Kiss - Dear Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up world? It's gonna be Christmas! I'm so excited! Ahh, maybe not. Christmas is all about little kids realising that Santa isn't real. Just 2 more days you dudes who are waiting for Christmas to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was busy watching TV last night that's why I didn't come online. I'm sure many of you would consider &lt;em&gt;American Pie 2 &lt;/em&gt;as a horny show, but I tell you, it's more than that. I got to watch that since my parents were out, or they'll be going 'What the hell are you watching?', and then I die. Hoho. It was a very cool movie. It's more about love, the horny shit is just to spice up the movie. There's no hot dudes in the movie, so the movie was more suitable for guys, and lesbians. Hoho. There were loads of censored scenes, bloody hell. Well, the story was about Jim, realising that you don't need a hot babe to love. When somebody loves you, you shouldn't just ignore and wait for better ones to come. Love doesn't come easy. So Jim realised he only liked the hot girl, for how hot she was, but he actually loved another not-so-hot girl. Yeah, you don't need a hot guy/babe to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, WHO WANTS TO GO TO THE CAGE? I've decided to have some fun before school reopens. So, Ken is gonna bring his VS dudes and then &lt;em&gt;pangseh&lt;/em&gt; us. Yeah, so who wishes to come just tell me uh. I think it'll be either this Monday or Tuesday. But please note, you'll have the contribute some cash too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116686883702413397?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116686883702413397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116686883702413397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116686883702413397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116686883702413397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-playing-cutthroat-kiss-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116669481537029961</id><published>2006-12-21T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T17:56:27.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Secondhand Serenade - Half Alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tagbacks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hafiz&lt;/strong&gt;: Like that you must give up screamo you know. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mAn&lt;/strong&gt;: Mana ada nama kau muncul? Thanks ah pasal skin aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;az &amp;amp; Ammar&lt;/strong&gt;: Nope, not paint. Never used paint before. Only Adobe Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo people of the world. Blogger's back! And the week has been very sunny. Birds chirping here and there. Flowers blooming. As if it's spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain has created many problems. First, the floods around the world, okay, maybe not. And also, our school field turned into a wetland reserve, just like Chelsea's field earlier this year. The lines are all gone. And there's training tomorrow. Last training of the year. On a very muddy field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, posting results are out today! For the Primary 6, graduation to Sec 1. Gonna see who got into TK tomorrow. Or maybe it'll be too late, cause training starts only at 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I met loads of people today. Not really met them, but saw them. Went to Swensens for lunch. The bill was $95. Hoho. So, first, I saw Adri and his family walking around Parkway. His sister just got her results. Adri really hopes she gets TKG and not TK. Then, I saw the most adorable boy. Hafiy!! And his family. Haiqal wasn't there. But Hafiy didn't see me. Then we went to Popular. Saw Ting Hui and Jessica. They were probably shopping for their school supplies. They didn't see me. Actually, I kinda ran away from them. Hehh. Don't get it wrong, I'm not an anti-social. I love socializing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got myself a new book. Another mystery, horror, gory, creepy book. My favourite. The 'To Kill A Mockingbird' I got from the booklist, was a, I think a Literature version. It's very, literature-ish. Not my type. I'll probably sell it to some Lit student then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell &lt;i&gt;ah&lt;/i&gt;. At around 4pm, there was a power failure. The whole neighbourhood experienced it. I couldn't watch Anak Metropolitan. Power Rangers SPD came to the rescue and the power came back at 450 PM. Okay, that was lame. I could only watch the last 10 minutes of Anak Metro. Sam is a killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. School's starting very soon. Going out on Monday, I think, to enjoy my holiday while I can. It hasn't been a fascinating holiday this year. No holidays. No movies. Only SCHOOL. Bloody hell. I better enjoy myself this Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stories with happy endings, are stories that have not ended.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116669481537029961?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116669481537029961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116669481537029961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116669481537029961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116669481537029961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-playing-secondhand-serenade-half.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116645288987639914</id><published>2006-12-18T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:41:29.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg. The world is following concepts. But I'm not worrying that I dont belong to any concept. Haiqal, emo. Raihan, metal. Some other people, punk. I know. I'm gonna start a new concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JAZZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out people, jazz will rock your lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;=D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116645288987639914?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116645288987639914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116645288987639914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116645288987639914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116645288987639914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116644328165666245</id><published>2006-12-18T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T20:01:21.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just another new skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116644328165666245?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116644328165666245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116644328165666245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116644328165666245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116644328165666245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-another-new-skin_18.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116642432401206468</id><published>2006-12-18T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T14:47:13.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : New Found Glory - It's Not Your Fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back fellow friends. As you have noticed, I've been away for a few days. Sadly, I didn't embark on my holiday to nowhere. Don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, Manchester United lost. Well, they didn't play their best yesterday, or rather this morning. I guess the pitch was quite small, maybe Ronaldo didn't have the space to run here and there. Chelsea had a close fight. Honestly, all their 3 goals were fabulous. But, Manchester will deliver better goals later on. Hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Star Wars was awesome. Too bad they're not playing it in sequence. It's supposed to be 4, 5, 6 then 1, 2, 3. My favourite part of the movie was Darth Maul getting sliced into two. Cool stuff. I might just be a Star-Wars geeky fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on a movie marathon. I still have 3 more movies to watch. They're old movies, but they're still better than nothing. I still don't get Da Vinci Code, partly because of the poor resolution of &lt;s&gt;pirated&lt;/s&gt; not so original DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I've been reading while I isolated myself from the computer. Finishing up &lt;i&gt;The Surgeon&lt;/i&gt;, a nice book for those who probably love movies like Saw, or House of Wax. I am a slow reader. I'm just amazed how some people read so damn fast. Like some people could read the whole trilogy of LOTR in a day. Crazy people man. I can't even do that even if I wanted to. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love Banos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116642432401206468?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116642432401206468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116642432401206468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116642432401206468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116642432401206468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-playing-new-found-glory-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116626313511325380</id><published>2006-12-17T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T20:33:36.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Tagbacks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;josh&lt;/b&gt;: Aiyah, your ankle twisted then still can play right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yanjun&lt;/b&gt;: Yo! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;az&lt;/b&gt;: mine isn't exactly on the tongue, but it's near the tonsils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mAn&lt;/b&gt;: kau bus ketiga. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ammar: &lt;/strong&gt;Yeah, Rise Against are good, and I've accepted your request on Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;halina&lt;/strong&gt;: Done :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him&lt;/strong&gt;: Aha, I've heard so much of you. Anyway, I'm glad I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;az&lt;/strong&gt;: Really? Well, yeah, I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116626313511325380?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116626313511325380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116626313511325380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116626313511325380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116626313511325380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/tagbacks-josh-aiyah-your-ankle-twisted.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116602133829441376</id><published>2006-12-13T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:49:14.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : My Chemical Romance - Bury Me In Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been suffering many, err, sufferings, yet I'm still alive. Soccer injuries, countless. And today, I got kneed in the stomach/lungs. Let's just say the diaphragm. Yeah, I really thought I was gonna die or something. I seriously sound like some woman giving birth. Or maybe worse. But, it was painful man. I couldn't breathe and I wanted to vomit. It certainly made me think twice about ever playing as a keeper again. That's only the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The B'div match was okay, just that I was too tired. In fact, half of the team played for the C'div match, so yeah, we're all tired. I really wanted to get substituted out, but there weren't enough people. Some dude tackled my ankle from the back. The pain was excruciating. Well, maybe not very, but I got to rest. Adri came in for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, then at Queensway, a ladder fell onto my injured ankle. Yeah, painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had to cook my own lunch/dinner. So the only thing there was to cook in 5 minutes was nothing else but Maggie. I accidentally scalded myself while carrying the bowl of noodles into the dining room. It was burning like, boiling water -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, I found out there's an ulcer on my TONGUE. If it's on the lip, maybe that's usual. But this time, it's on the tongue. Bloody hell. It hurts every single time I swallow, even my saliva. And I can't take a deep breath. Even a normal breath is slightly painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was how painful my day was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You need Eyemo? If not, I'm right here in front of you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116602133829441376?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116602133829441376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116602133829441376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116602133829441376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116602133829441376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-playing-my-chemical-romance-bury.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116598975174060151</id><published>2006-12-13T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T14:04:52.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Vertical Horizon - Best I've Ever Had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't know why some people like to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;change their font to so damn small, but in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the end, it's still viewable. You people are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;killing my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, sorry for not coming online last night my fellow friends. I was too tired after a shopping spree at OG last night. I got my belt, an OP shirt and pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm only going on my holiday to nowhere on Friday, and returning on Sunday, which means I can still play for the matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing. Barthez did well ;) Turned out to be a draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks. I need to go to Queensway again. 3rd time this month. I'll be back tonight my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're only the best I've ever had.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116598975174060151?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116598975174060151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116598975174060151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116598975174060151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116598975174060151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-playing-vertical-horizon-best-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116584635705014809</id><published>2006-12-11T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:12:37.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Avenged Sevenfold - M.I.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shucks. I'll be going on a holiday, to oh-so-boring Malaysia. It's supposed to be a trip with no specific destination. I'm going with two other families. I better do some shopping while I'm there. Will be gone from Thursday till Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Torres turned into Barthez. Figure out what that means. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our new band name, &lt;i&gt;A Beautiful Nightmare&lt;/i&gt;. We'll go for recording next year, and hopefully you people get to listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two million soldiers can't be wrong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116584635705014809?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116584635705014809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116584635705014809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116584635705014809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116584635705014809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-playing-avenged-sevenfold-m.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116583729138186682</id><published>2006-12-11T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:02:01.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : John Mayer - Daughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy. I'm in need of money man.&lt;br /&gt;Things I got to get before school reopens:&lt;br /&gt;-A new belt.&lt;br /&gt;-A new pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;-A nice Billabong t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;-A few pairs of 3/4 pants.&lt;br /&gt;-A new bag.&lt;br /&gt;-Tights.&lt;br /&gt;-A new set of stationeries.&lt;br /&gt;-+44's new album.&lt;br /&gt;-A bedside table.&lt;br /&gt;-A alarmless clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for now. I need to find an outfit to wear on Friday. Supposed to dress smartly since it's a 'high class' thing according to Haiqal. Oh I've come up a new name for the band, &lt;em&gt;A Beautiful Nightmare. &lt;/em&gt;Amir suggested &lt;i&gt;Behind the Fringe&lt;/i&gt;, since it's an emo band. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're the one I need, I'm the one you loathe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116583729138186682?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116583729138186682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116583729138186682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116583729138186682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116583729138186682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-playing-john-mayer-daughters-howdy.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116580972419644981</id><published>2006-12-11T11:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T12:02:04.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Dashboard Confessionals - Hands Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes &lt;i&gt;ahhh&lt;/i&gt;. Manchester United 8 points clear, even though Chelsea have a game in hand. 8 points is a good enough gap. Manchester United might just become this season's champions. Chelsea vs Arsenal match was BORING. I watched the first half almost falling asleep. I slept sometime during the second half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't ask Mom about the moolahs. I cleaned up almost the whole house today, so she better give. So now, everyone's playing Audition. One start playing, all play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Amplifive gonna turn into an Emo band. That means, we have to figure out a new name. Amplifive sounds too much like Click Five, which is disgusting. So we're like, ex-punk, part-time metal, half-rock and emo. I prefer screamo, like Saosin. Haiqal agrees they're nice. Or maybe we could play A Cutthroat Kiss too. Haha, I haven't even started learning Thank You For The Venom, but it's alright. Saeful's not in S'pore so we can't jam. Got to meet Ken and Amir now, so here's a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#111111" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.skyturnred.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FSaosin%20-%20I%20Can%20Tell.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#111111;border:#FFFFFF;button:#FFFFFF;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betray&lt;br /&gt;The Avalon is always beside me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm following it home&lt;br /&gt;Where is my home&lt;br /&gt;Orion glows&lt;br /&gt;And his eyes open up&lt;br /&gt;I once believed that I would set you in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had the strength you'd be completely accepting something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep asking me I'll melt away in the summer air&lt;br /&gt;It won't hurt half as much and I'll beg for you to stop it now&lt;br /&gt;If you keep asking me I'll melt away in the summer air&lt;br /&gt;It won't hurt half as much and I'll beg for you just tell me something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fluid through the alpha waves and power cables everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Exercising self-control&lt;br /&gt;The child calls&lt;br /&gt;And he lies open&lt;br /&gt;I would believe if only I'd been thinking at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had the strength you'd be completely accepting something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep asking me I'll melt away in the summer air&lt;br /&gt;It won't hurt half as much and I'll beg for you to stop it now&lt;br /&gt;If you keep asking me I'll melt away in the summer air&lt;br /&gt;It won't hurt half as much and I'll beg for you just tell me something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep asking me (keep asking me) keep asking me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had the strength you'd be completely accepting something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep asking me I'll melt away in the summer air&lt;br /&gt;It won't hurt half as much and I'll beg for you to stop it now&lt;br /&gt;If you keep asking me I'll melt away in the summer air&lt;br /&gt;It won't hurt half as much and I'll beg for you just tell me something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You swore&lt;br /&gt;Out like my life&lt;br /&gt;You cried&lt;br /&gt;So I'm engaged to smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116580972419644981?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116580972419644981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116580972419644981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116580972419644981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116580972419644981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-playing-dashboard-confessionals_11.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116576013136158931</id><published>2006-12-10T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:15:31.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah guys, please do delete my number off your contacts. I'm gonna go phoneless till God knows when. It's kinda good to be without a phone sometimes. Never have to worry of missed calls, not returning messages or losing the phone. And if your mom asks you why you came home late, just use the lamest excuse, 'I have no phone and thus, I couldn't contact you.' :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, delete me off. Thank you, and have a pleasant day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Die romantic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116576013136158931?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116576013136158931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116576013136158931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116576013136158931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116576013136158931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-yeah-guys-please-do-delete-my.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116575637024454390</id><published>2006-12-10T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:13:21.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Avenged Sevenfold - Radiant Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't very awesome. Woke up with another terrible migrane. Fifth one this week. I might see the doctor and ask why I get it almost every morning. So anyway, I didn't go to the wedding invitation with my family. I just stayed at home and slept. Woke up at 2 and watched Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Smith. Great movie. I pretty much watched the TV the whole of today. Will be going with Mr Wee and co. to Queensway tomorrow to order the jerseys. I insisted that the jerseys must be Line 7 and start a tradition. They agreed that white would be TK's home colour. I'm also gonna get my Joga Bonito shoes for next year. I really hope Mom gives me the moolahs. If she doesn't, I might have an unenjoyable soccer training. Tonight's match better be entertaining like last night's. Go Arsenal! A draw at least would be fine :D But a win would be better &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Go, Chelsea, Go. Go home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116575637024454390?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116575637024454390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116575637024454390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116575637024454390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116575637024454390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-playing-avenged-sevenfold-radiant.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116573959574025248</id><published>2006-12-10T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T16:33:15.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : The All-American Rejects - Straightjacket Feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best dream ever in my life. The dream seems so real. Sadly, it was just a dream. If it were a movie, it'll get 5 stars. Unfortunately, the content of the dream is too explicit to be told. All I can say is, I spent the most intimate session with the one I loved. Too bad it was just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: If we're just friends, why do we love each other?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I guess that's how things are supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the dream became from romance to action. Dinosaurs were invading Earth. I can't remember who were there, but in the end, the 'evil' dinosaur turned out to be the 'good' one. Today's dream was one that I really enjoyed, but it's just a dream. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But today I'm fine without you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116573959574025248?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116573959574025248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116573959574025248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116573959574025248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116573959574025248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-playing-all-american-rejects.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116567825798335784</id><published>2006-12-09T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T23:30:58.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Taking Back Sunday - Cute Without the E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tagbacks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ken&lt;/strong&gt;: Emo then emo lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pikachu&lt;/strong&gt;: You must be celebrating Opposite Day in Pallette Town. Say hi to Ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin&lt;/strong&gt;: It does lah. Well, to a certain extent. Otherwise, I'm just a happy-go-lucky child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clayton&lt;/strong&gt;: Eh? I didn't see you. You go school on a Friday for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rina&lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah, those are nice songs. But I like 'There Is' the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful Saturday. You know why? Manchester is 9 points clear after a fantabulous win over Manchester City &gt;:D But Chelsea have 2 games in hand, and I'm gonna support Arsenal in this week's big clash. Go Arsenal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was alright. Woke up at 8, read a little bit, then I heard the heavenly sound of the Simpsons opening theme outside. I put down my book and rushed out. A great show. I think I've watched that episode before, but who cares? It's still entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid guy with headphones: Spell ACDC.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: A-C-D-C.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid guy with headphones: Wrong! You forgot the lightning sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, after that Mom said we're going out. Once again, she didn't mention where. So Dad drove till Nicoll Highway, then I guessed that we're going to Suntec. I was right. Mom wanted to do grocery shopping at Carefour. I grabbed my snacks without her knowing. Hehh. Dad asked if I wanted to get a belt, but I foolishly declined. I'll get one a week before school reopens. Tina got herself a new car. Okay, not exactly a car, but those kiddy cars which you have to push yourself forward to get it going. Yeah, I got myself a Corneto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Beach Road for lunch. I had my usual, Nasi Ayam Black Pepper. As I walked to the other side to order, guess who I saw? NAWAWI. Well, I think that's his name. xD He was eating all alone. He asked me for my MSN. He was wearing his Victoria shirt, and I felt it wasn't right telling him my email add. So I asked for his instead. It turns out that he was taking 2-star. SLOW SIA. Hehh. I might consider on taking 3-star next year. Or maybe after O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home after that and I straightaway fell asleep. I just felt tired. Furthermore, I had to regain energy for Man U's match. I had a long nap. 1 PM all the way to 6 PM. I missed Prison Break twice already. But it's alright. Wafiy's brother has the whole season, and I'm gonna borrow it :) Oh, Dad altered my pants and it fits nicely now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:40 PM came shortly after, and Rooney scored a fabulous goal just 5 minutes after the start of the game. Ronaldo delivered an early and fast cross which was deflected into Rooney's left foot. Saha doubled the lead. Trabelsi delivered a venomous goal in the second half which put Man U in hot soup. Once again, we have to thank Ronaldo for securing the derby win. Final score, 3-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aman is not emo. Just confused and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.yourfirstcreditcard.com%2Fradioblog%2Fsounds%2FMelanie%20C%20-%20Better%20Alone.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#111111;border:#FFFFFF;button:#FFFFFF;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#111111" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie C - Better Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I understand your point of view letting me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But I thought you had more faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything I've done for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made the mistakes and now you throw this in my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I have worked so hard for you all of this time and you cast me aside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand your point of view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't seem to get my head around&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I feel good about always seem to disappear&lt;br /&gt;And every time I think I've got this all worked out&lt;br /&gt;Something chews me up and spits me out&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing left to fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm better alone my dear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You couldn't pick a better time to give me the news&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you kick me when I'm down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd always believed in you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defended your name but you have not been true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gave you so much of my life I've compromised and you tell me goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You couldn't pick a better time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't seem to get my head around&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I feel good about always seem to disappear&lt;br /&gt;And every time I think I've got this all worked out&lt;br /&gt;Something chews me up and spits me out&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing left to fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm better alone my dear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I really should thank you for setting me free&lt;br /&gt;It's really amazing the changes I'm starting to feel&lt;br /&gt;It's not gonna be long till I'm fit and strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deliverance helped me heal still I wonder if you ever wish you still had me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever get my head around&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I feel good about that always seem to disappear&lt;br /&gt;When every time I think I've got this all worked out&lt;br /&gt;Something chews me up and spits me out&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing left to fear&lt;br /&gt;No No No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to get my head around&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I feel good about that always seem to disappear&lt;br /&gt;No No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time I think I've got this figured out&lt;br /&gt;Something screws me up and drags me down&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing left to fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm better alone my dear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or maybe I was just bullshitting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116567825798335784?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116567825798335784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116567825798335784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116567825798335784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116567825798335784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-playing-taking-back-sunday-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116558243815896211</id><published>2006-12-08T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T20:54:24.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Aiden - The Last Sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is fucked. Well, at least for me. Note, that was the first vulgarity used in posts in probably months. You know, sometimes, when you don't do something well, they say you suck. But when you do something brilliantly, they say it's luck. And sometimes, when you care too much, they won't notice it. They'll take advantage. It's not so good to care too much sometimes. And sometimes, your life is so smooth, you get so high, so happy, and when that feeling is taken away from you, it really sucks. Once again, my theories of life has been proven. Life isn't fair. Not at all. Even if you feel like it is fair, just wait, something undesirable will happen. Such a pity, I lead such a dreadful childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I care just too &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116558243815896211?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116558243815896211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116558243815896211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116558243815896211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116558243815896211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-playing-aiden-last-sunrise-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116547530693372648</id><published>2006-12-07T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T15:08:26.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hooray, Manchester won.&lt;br /&gt;Fook, I slept for 90 minutes this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching TV at 3am, waiting for the match to start. At 5+am, I woke up hearing the commentator saying 'Manchester 3, Benfica 1'. I missed the whole bloody match. But at least they're in. The Newpaper says Arsenal and Porto's match is boring. As expected, Manu's matches are always exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I accidentally bought 2 Geog maps, costing $13 each. I didn't know I bought two till the order came. So I'm selling one to Ken. And I accidentally bought a Chinese compo writing pad too. Su, you know what? I shall slap my forehead now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are boring. It's getting more boring as you get older. I used to enjoy the holidays in primary school, but right now, I prefer being in school. Oh well, we'll be facing St Pats tomorrow. Confirm all no stamina ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My mind says 'forget it', my heart says 'she's the one'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116547530693372648?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116547530693372648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116547530693372648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116547530693372648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116547530693372648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/hooray-manchester-won.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116542049534440967</id><published>2006-12-06T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:38:11.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Avenged Sevenfold - Chapter Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I've blogged a very long post and the computer restarted just like that. &amp;amp; the infobar on cable isn't working. Shucks. Man U better win man. Ronaldo better dive, and Saha better not miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kill the flirt, marry the harlot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116542049534440967?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116542049534440967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116542049534440967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116542049534440967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116542049534440967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-playing-avenged-sevenfold-chapter.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116538907460770173</id><published>2006-12-06T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T15:11:14.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back. I am tired. Good news, soccer camp is canceled. Actually, that's rather bad news, cause I seriously have nothing to do at home. Camp was boring. There was no nightwalk or solo sleep. The fun part was the trip to OCH. I want to go back there, and we should start a petition to make the place public, not private property. I didn't get to go in. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match was alright. TK vs VS. C'div won 2-1. B'div lost 6-1. Nice to see them again, those sec 3/4 dudes like Marcus, Shawn, Liang etc. Friday, St Pats. The length of this post shows how tired I am. I shall sleep now, to regain energy for tonight. Let's hope history won't repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I admit, I can't stop thinking of you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116538907460770173?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116538907460770173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116538907460770173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116538907460770173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116538907460770173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116513208853257438</id><published>2006-12-03T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T15:49:30.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Breaking Benjamin - Blow Me Away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world. This will be the last post till next week. I'm going to Iceland to learn more about penguins. Everything about penguins. What they eat, where they sleep, how they have sex etc. The only thing I know about them is: once a female penguin meets a male penguin, they'll never leave each other. Hoho, so way different from humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Astalavista.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116513208853257438?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116513208853257438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116513208853257438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116513208853257438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116513208853257438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-playing-breaking-benjamin-blow-me.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116507063387035793</id><published>2006-12-02T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T22:43:53.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Avenged Sevenfold - Bat Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. I'm finally back from school. Today was a freaking long day. Next week will be packed with activities. Won't be going online. And today, I'm very convinced, after what had happened, that you should be too nice. It's alright to be nice and all, but too much isn't. I need some break from school man. The posts are getting shorter. I have a break tomorrow, and then, two-camps-in-a-week. Geez, the posts are getting shorter and shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm much too rare to die.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116507063387035793?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116507063387035793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116507063387035793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116507063387035793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116507063387035793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-playing-avenged-sevenfold-bat.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116503382277648662</id><published>2006-12-02T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T12:31:22.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Three Days Grace - Animal I Have Become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the finale. The real thing. But we dont even get to see the GOH. Screw the world man. And Vivo was officially opened, &amp; I wasn't there. Ah, who cares. Maybe it was as crowded when IKEA at Pasir Ris was opened. I like peace and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOTE ALL PART B&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact me for the list of things to bring for camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So what if you can see the darker side of me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116503382277648662?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116503382277648662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116503382277648662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116503382277648662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116503382277648662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-playing-three-days-grace-animal-i.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116493359383843357</id><published>2006-12-01T08:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T08:39:53.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post last night on the wireless tablet PC, but unfortunately, there was some error. I will resume my proper blogging next week. Oh shucks. I have camp. Mon-Wed NCC camp. Thurs-Sat Soccer camp. Fooyoh. NCC camp is gonna be pure torture. Im craving for a nightwalk. Seems crazy, but it has been a long time since I did one. Solo sleep is boring, since it is sleeping. And I will only be home tonight at 10pm. I might go online, if I'm not tired. This blog is considered half-alive for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want to marry Dora so we can travel around the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116493359383843357?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116493359383843357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116493359383843357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116493359383843357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116493359383843357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/12/dear-blog-i-wanted-to-post-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116472559400533848</id><published>2006-11-28T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T22:53:14.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Cradle of Filth - Nymphetamine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right. Will be busy this whole week. In school from morning till night. Screw it. In addition, I can't play DotA at home. I'm so bored, I've started playing maple. That's how bored I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 more days, Aman.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116472559400533848?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116472559400533848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116472559400533848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116472559400533848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116472559400533848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-playing-cradle-of-filth.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116453589785449397</id><published>2006-11-26T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T22:44:13.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Aiden - The Poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take a break. Too many things going on. Soccer, NCC, 50th Anniversary, buying uniform. Grr. Why did they call it a holiday anyway? Liars. Oh, I got myself new Lotto boots. They're okay, although I wanted the orange one. I bet they had stock but the uncle was too lazy to get my size. Loser. I still want my Vapour though, not to use em, but just to display. It gives you a sense of satisfaction. I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now it's the time to think, Aman.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116453589785449397?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116453589785449397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116453589785449397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116453589785449397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116453589785449397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-playing-aiden-poison-im-gonna-take.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116432940778866906</id><published>2006-11-24T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T08:50:07.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got some bullshit letter from some manager. He's gonna give me $11, 55, 000.00 :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MR GEORGE MARTINS&lt;br /&gt;The Account / Audit Manager,&lt;br /&gt;African Development Bank (ADB).&lt;br /&gt;Ouagadougou Burkina Faso.&lt;br /&gt;PRIVATE PHONE N0: +226 76 69 49 86&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Beloved,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I presumed that all is well with you and your family. Please let this do not be a surprise proposal to you because i got your contact information from the international directory in few weeks ago before i decided to contact you on this magintude and lucrative transaction for our future survival in life. Moreover, i have laid all the solemn trust in you beforei decided to disclose this successful &amp;amp; confidential transaction to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MI MR GEORGE MARTINS, The Account / Audit Manager of our bank and i have had the intent to contact you over this financial transaction worth the sum of THIRTY THREE MILLION UNITED STATES DOLLARS($33,000,000.00 ) for our success.This is an abandoned sum that belongs to one of our bank foreign customers who died along with his entire family through plane crash disaster since few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile i was very fortune to came across the deceased file when i was arranging the old and abandoned customers files in other to sign and submit to the entire bank management for an official re-documentation and audit of the yearagainst 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be informed clearly that it was stated in our banking rules and regulations which was signed lawfully that if such fund remains unclaimed till the period of 4 years started from the date when the beneficiary died, the money will be transferred into the treasury as an unclaimed fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a honour and advantage bestowed to our foreign customers base on the rules guideing our bank, it was stated obviously that if you are not a Burkina Faso citizen, you have the absolute authority to claim the fund despite your differences from the country of origin of the deceased. So the request of you as a foreigner is necessary to apply for the claim and transfer of the fund smoothly into your reliable bank account as the&lt;br /&gt;NEXT OF KIN to the deceased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCENTAGE RATIO: note that 35% being (US$11,55,000.00) will be your share in respect of your assistance and account provide for the tranfer, 55% (18,150,000.00) will be my share being the pioneer of the business while the rest 10% (US$3,000,000.00) will be used to install a joint company in your country which will bear our name in particular and whatever profit made out from this company will be used in helping the less privileges, mothrless babies home and charity organization in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are really sure of your trustworthy, accountability and confidentiality on his transaction, contact me and agree that you will not change your mind to cheat or disappoint me when the fund have getting into your account. Besides you should not entertain any fear because i am sure of the success as an insider in the bank ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please reply with the assurance, include your private telephone and fax numbers necessary for effective and easy communication in this transaction.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you reply , call me through my private telephone number indicated above so that i will let you know the next step to follow in order to finalize this transaction immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect your urgent communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR GEORGE MARTINS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116432940778866906?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116432940778866906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116432940778866906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116432940778866906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116432940778866906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-got-some-bullshit-letter-from-some.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116432880096125190</id><published>2006-11-23T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T08:55:05.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Plain White T's - A Lonely September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel right. Like for the first time, I don't have the urge to come online. Yeah, maybe the TV's gonna be my best friend these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I woke up at 545AM and got ready quietly. Everyone else was sleeping then. Left house at 6AM. Didn't have any breakfast cause I thought I'd be late. Yeah, the MRT was already operating by then, and had quite many commuters that early. The ride was 30 minutes long. There were many weird people going to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The station was situated at T2, so I didn't need to take the skytrain. Row 6 was just ... 6 rows away. Yeah, apparently, I was the first to arrive. I thought I got the wrong place, till I saw Marissa, then I knew it was correct. Liyana was the last few to arrive. She gave me that 'oh-you-came-why-didn't-you-tell-me?' kind of look. So she went to tell her mom that I was her colleague's son. Now she knows who I am. After they checked in, Hannah came and her mom invited us for breakfast. It was very awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had BK. Her mom belanja-ed all of us. Yeah, we ate, and they talked. I just kept quiet. Her dad seems nice, don't know why she says the opposite. Hannah got to go halfway, and then her aunt go call my mom. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was nearing her departure. Chanel said I was her brother. Yeah, her dad also played along. Heh. So she was with her friends and I didn't want to disturb her so we bid farewell. I didn't want to say goodbye, but see you soon. Yeah so she said 'Bye Brother'. Hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the train home, a lonely ride. Yeah, spent the day sleeping and watching TV. Got school tomorrow. Darn. I don't know why they named this period of time 'Holiday'. It makes no difference. Ugh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adios.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116432880096125190?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116432880096125190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116432880096125190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116432880096125190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116432880096125190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-playing-plain-white-ts-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116419878571691560</id><published>2006-11-22T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:33:06.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Switchfoot - Learning to Breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks. It's the 24th tomorrow. I don't know why, but I'm terribly sad right now. I just feel, lonely. Oh well. I think I might survive the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, I'm back. Sorry for not doing some proper blogging so quite some time. Anyway, I sort of regret joining the ushering team. It's totally pointless, to me. Sort of a waste of time. I still have not memorised the script and we have till Friday to do that. If I had a choice, I won't becoming an usher, or a tourguide. I would be a street performer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending 2 hours at school, we went to Day&amp;Night. I waited for Liyana there. Surprisingly, she wasn't late. So she waited for me to finish up my breakfast, then followed her to buy her books. If not for Clayton and Justin, I could have gone in man. We're supposed to be siblings, Liyana and me. You know, Malays who look like Chinese. But I was left alone outside with those two. Sat down, and talked. I told Justin how relationships work. Or rather, how it starts. And unfortunately, how it ends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, she came with 3 big bags. See lah, Triple Science students. So many books. I'm so kind to help her carry the books. Heavy books mind you. She only carried files, empty files. Yeah, got a cab. Taxi rides are fun. You know, you have peace and quiet which allows you to have a proper conversation. Yeah, once again, we talked about stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so kind to help her carry her books, but she didn't let me up. Not fair. She knows where I live, but I don't know where she lives. She's paranoid that the neighbours might have a different thinking. Oh, and this time, I didn't see &lt;i&gt;Hitam&lt;/i&gt;. Hopefully, the SPCA must have gotten him. Yeah man. Hehh. This time, there were many cats. Almost everywhere I turn, there would be one lazing around. Yeah, Kembangan has lazy cats AND lazy people. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take a very very long walk to the bus stop. Waited for 30. It was only 1130, so I went home to rest first. Training was at 3. It looked like it was gonna rain, but I forced myself to come anyway. I had nothing else better to do at home. It started raining at 330. It was alright at first, but then came the flashes. So we had the freaking beep test. I scored 8.2. I was tired lah. Slept at 3am last night, or that morning. Yeah, went down to the field at 430.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played two matches. Pitch was slippery. Turns out, Friday's friendly is postponed. Why must they postpone everything man. So it'll be either next Monday, or Wednesday. Yeah, I guess I'll still play striker. Oh well, scoring goals is as fun as preventing your opponents scoring. And it's fun making fun of defenders sometimes. So, there'll be like 8 games or so in the pre-season tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fall sick man. Worst degree of love sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm bloody hell sure I still love you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116419878571691560?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116419878571691560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116419878571691560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116419878571691560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116419878571691560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-playing-switchfoot-learning-to.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116402141092408459</id><published>2006-11-20T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:41:05.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : ICP - F*ck the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results are out! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored, so I shall name my future classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2A&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazurah Syazana - Art&lt;br /&gt;Masahiro Iwaki - D&amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Chin Kiat - D&amp;amp;amp;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2B&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan - D&amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Ridzwan - D&amp;amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Jia Shun - D&amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Edmund - D&amp;amp;amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Liyuan - Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2C&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azri - D&amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel - D&amp;amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Adam - Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erfi Azhar - Art&lt;br /&gt;Joe - D&amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Haiqal - D&amp;amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Izzatul - D&amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Sufyan - D&amp;amp;T&lt;br /&gt;ME! - D&amp;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2E&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa - D&amp;amp;amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Amir - D&amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Junjie - Art&lt;br /&gt;Reza - D&amp;amp;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2F&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farhah - D&amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Ameera - Art&lt;br /&gt;Nasruddin - D&amp;amp;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2G&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Ci - D&amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Sabhina - D&amp;amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Amanda - D&amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Alisha - D&amp;amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Brandon Ng - D&amp;amp;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2H&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faizan -D&amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Nicky - D&amp;amp;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2J&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie - D&amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Jin Pei - D&amp;amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Zakiah - Art&lt;br /&gt;Yeuyang - D&amp;T&lt;br /&gt;Zeng Woon - Art&lt;br /&gt;Sze Hern - D&amp;amp;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total : 37&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;T : 29&lt;br /&gt;Art : 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHEE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116402141092408459?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116402141092408459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116402141092408459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116402141092408459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116402141092408459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-playing-icp-fck-world-results-are.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116394550257837103</id><published>2006-11-19T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:11:42.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The fever's back. I will have problems memorising the stupid script. I might come tomorrow, but with nothing in my mind. Most probably I won't attend tomorrow's training. Oh well. Nothing exciting tonight. I've got to sleep early. I have some goods to collect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If they tell me, I've been wasting my time waiting for you, I'll tell them, I've been waiting for the one I love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116394550257837103?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116394550257837103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116394550257837103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116394550257837103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116394550257837103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/11/fevers-back.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116392168741026577</id><published>2006-11-19T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T15:38:42.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I knew it. People around you are just manipulating. They talk rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: &lt;u&gt;Never&lt;/u&gt; trust anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116392168741026577?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116392168741026577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116392168741026577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116392168741026577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116392168741026577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-knew-it.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116390674585624493</id><published>2006-11-19T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T11:31:50.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Senses Fail - NJ Falls Into The Atlantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people. I think I'm alright now. The fever and headache is on and off. Yeah, I won't be coming online tonight. Just like last night. Yeah. Manu won :D and Liverpool &amp;amp; Arsenal didn't &gt;:D Wahaha. Geez, 23 November is just 4 days away. That is, very soon. Sigh. I'm gonna miss her. Oh damn. I haven't memorise the script for the usher thingy. As the cream of the student population, I should try and memorise it now. Oh yeah one more thing. 6 December. TK vs VS. I'm so looking forward to it. We're not gonna let history repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd rather waste some time with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116390674585624493?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116390674585624493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116390674585624493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116390674585624493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116390674585624493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-playing-senses-fail-nj-falls-into.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116377202602404014</id><published>2006-11-17T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T11:25:19.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some people call it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;going on a hiatus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I call it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;medical leave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I might not blog or come online in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Might be high-fever. Deadly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116377202602404014?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116377202602404014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116377202602404014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116377202602404014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116377202602404014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-people-call-it-going-on-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116371947934481303</id><published>2006-11-16T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T07:47:05.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Funeral For A Friend - Red Is The New Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7AM, was too early, so I went back to sleep. Woke up again at 830AM, and reluctantly got out of bed and got ready for school. Met Clayton, Justin and Timothy in the canteen. They just finished their breakfast. Yeah, so at 815AM, we went looking for Mdm Nora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, she was nice. She didn't scold us for being late. And even better, she called us the &lt;i&gt;cream of the school&lt;/i&gt;. Wahaha. I am selected to be an usher. We're supposed to bring guests around the school. Fooyoh. What if I get Mr Goh Chok Tong?! I'll probably stutter throughout the whole tour. I expected the thing to end at like 12 or so, but it only lasted for 50 minutes. So, they made me wake up so early in the morning just to be in school for 50 minutes. And we have this bloody long script to memorise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, since it was too early for us to go home, we went LAN-ing. Justin, Clayton and me. We got owned all 3 games in Bnet. xD But they used stupid gay heros. Yeah, whatever. We LAN-ed for like 2 hours+. I had to pay for Justin. I underestimated the cost of the thing, so I was left with freaking $2. How could I have lunch with $2?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Clayton and I went to 7-Eleven. We got ourselves a Gulp each. It was only 1245PM then, and we're supposed to meet at 3pm. So I went to the bustop, looking at buses to kill time. I don't know why, but suddenly, I had the urge to vomit. I vomited out one whole Gulp. It was disgusting, yeah. So I took the 2nd double-decker 197 that came. Alighted at Opera, and it was only 130PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sat down, and waited. I wanted to take a nap, but I was worried I might get robbed. So I walked around, and then it started raining. It rained till like 2PM, and it stopped. Then, it rained again till maybe 230PM, and it stopped. I wanted to go home since I thought they're not gonna come. But as I walked I saw Amir, so I &lt;i&gt;patah balik&lt;/i&gt; to the court. It rained again, till 315PM, and it finally stopped. The sun was out at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyraf came a few moments later. We waited and waited for the rest. Soon, some Victorians came. Kenneth claimed that he was at the bustop, and so he would come in 10 minutes. But was at the other bustop, the other side of Opera, and it took him 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we played and played. The people I knew there were Asyraf, Hamizan, Kenneth, Zhi Yang, Amir, Syafiq, Imran and Nazri. We played till like 6+PM. Imran and his brother were fighting like small kids. xD Imran, as usual, won't want to pass the ball, and his brother would scold him, telling him to pass the ball. I was playing on an empty stomach the whole time. I didn't even eat the whole day. I felt a little feverish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I reached home at 715PM, and slept at 720PM. I couldn't take it. That's why I didn't come online. I hope I get better, and could attend tomorrow's selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rain, rain go away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116371947934481303?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116371947934481303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116371947934481303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116371947934481303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116371947934481303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-playing-funeral-for-friend-red-is.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116358326449537354</id><published>2006-11-15T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T11:27:56.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Senses Fail - Bite To Break The Skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today was so &lt;i&gt;rad&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Woke up at 915AM so I wouldn't be late. I was lazy to walk so I took a bus instead. I was 15 minutes early so I got myself a cup of Mashed Potatoes and a bottle of Soy Milk from 7-Eleven. I was still hungry. As in, hungry till you wanna puke. Oh, I just remembered. I didn't eat dinner last night. No wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 1005AM, she was still not there. I called her and apparently, she was waiting for the bus. She came 10 minutes later. Waited for her double-deckered, non-occupied front row seats but she insisted on taking it since the next one will take a long time to come. So we sat at the back. Polar opposites to her favourite seats. An addition to my very empty stomach was a splitting migrane. It was killing me. I wanted to alight and eat at Macs first, but that would be time-consuming. So we just continued the 40-minutes ride. Liyana's singing isn't that bad :D That was the one comforting thing throughout the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, by the time we reached Queensway, my migrane was gone. Went to eat breakfast first. Since she was late, she belanja&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;ed me. She ate my fries since I don't really like fries. We talked about our future and when I said I wanted to become a fashion designer, she laughed at me. There's nothing wrong, right? Yeah, I might go to Poly and do design instead of JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12, we went around looking for her stuffs. She wanted to buy her purple Nike jacket, but as her financial advisor, I told her to buy it another time. So she bought her DriFit shirt and her sports bra. She was afraid she wouldn't have enough money in her account, but she has erm, loads. I wont say how much. Yeah, I'm gonna get my vapour. Red one. She's gonna sponsor me :D Yes yes, she is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still early, so she suggested IKEA. I thought that was a very boring idea but that's the only thing we could do. It turned out fun actually. She sat at almost every appealing chair/couch/sofa/bed. It's nice to fantasize on what your dream home would look like. I bet if I had the money, 90% of my furniture would come from IKEA. They have great designs. Maybe I should work for IKEA, designing stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cabbed home, but she paid. We talked about stuffs throughout the ride. Yes, it is very unfair. If guys get raped by girls, the guy goes to jail. Crap man. Totally unfair. We alighted at Kembangan MRT station and I walked her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about looking like a chinese when Wei Jia was behind us. I just smiled at him, and he smiled back. I bet the next time he goes for training, or during the Dec camp, he'll go 'Eh Aman, that time at Kembangan you walk walk with girl right? Who ah?' Urgh. Stupid TCS sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I saw the black cat. I shall name it &lt;i&gt;Hitam&lt;/i&gt;. It was as usual staring fiercely. Act big only. I call SPCA come catch you all then you know. I was lazy to walk all the way back to the MRT so I took a cab. Yeah, so here I am. Oh, there would be a TK vs VS tomorrow. Im not sure which Victorians are coming, I think the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;losers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I mean, those who aren't in the soccer team. Eyy, I have respect for Victoria okay. Runners-up, despite the 9-0 loss (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't care. I'll wait.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116358326449537354?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116358326449537354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116358326449537354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116358326449537354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116358326449537354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-playing-senses-fail-bite-to-break.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116351763542006893</id><published>2006-11-14T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T11:28:21.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Jack's Mannequin - Last Straw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Woke up at 9AM today. I didn't want to wake up so late today for a change. Yeah, woke up, watch a little of tv. Nothing entertaining this morning. So I used the computer. Chatted with Su and Rahman. Su was still online even though it was already 1130AM. I told her she was going to be late and she went 'Yes, I know,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was punctual. Arrived at the bustop at 12PM. Just as planned. Went to Day&amp;amp;Night with Amir since somebody was late. Yeah, I had Grass Jelly + Skittles for breakfast. I know, what a lovely one. Then, Amir found out his milk was expired. He drank till there's a little left, and asked for a new one. Soon, Ms Delaney arrived at the bustop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amir didn't recognize her. I was like 'She's right in front of you,' Amir didn't believe till he went to check it out for himself. Stupid. Waited for 32 like hell. Was damn long lah. Hafiz sms-ed Su asking me to help him get a HIM cd for him. I said we weren't going to Gramophone so he requested for Emery. I told him I had no money so Su had to pay first. Yeah, finally, 32 came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to find WMUM :D It was located at a quite secluded for a famous recording label. The bloody shop wasn't open. Well, it was only 140PM, so we walked around. The hawker centre was under repair, so we went to the library instead. Sat down, killed time. It was 155PM already, so we made our way back to WMUM. 205PM, still not open. Bloody hell. Jamming studios have a thing for opening late. So at 215PM or so, this guy wearing an 'ANTI.' shirt said 'Hey guys. Been waiting long?' Apparently, he forgotten his keys so he needed to go and fetch it. That took another 5 - 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shop was kinda small, but it had many things. Vintage bass guitars costing $1, 000 and above. The best part, they had albums which HMV dont have :D Like Emery, costing only $22. I called Liyana and asked if she wanted Paramore since it was only $25! Stupid loser didn't want. Too bad for her ah. So Su got her Plain Sunset and Emery for Hafiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel like going home, so I suggested a movie. Wanted to watch The Grudge 2, but we couldn't make it in time. So we watched Step Up at Marina Square instead since somebody &lt;i&gt;pangseh&lt;/i&gt;-ed me :( Su paid for my tickets. Thank you so much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the movie to start, we went to eat first at BK. Su was non-stop telling me she was craving for BK, and when we went there, all she bought was fries. Aha, she claims she takes a long time to eat so fries was all she got. I made a 'challenge'. We're supposed to drink one whole cup of large cup of Coke in 30 secs. Amir drank only half, but I did it! I drank the whole cup. That's something to be proud of. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was awesome. I'll rate it 3.5 stars. Such a pity. Almost every show has an uberly hot lead actress, but not Step Up and Prison Break. Oh sure, eye candy for the women, but not for us. Hmpf. If I ever become a director, I'll have equality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the movie ended at 615PM. Amir took the bus, so Su and I took the MRT. It was bloody full lah. Kiasu S'poreans want to go home so early. Like as if that was the last train. I got squeezed into some old lady. If she was hot nevermind, but she was old. Eeyuck. I alighted at Paya Lebar and bid farewell to Su.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind. I shall wait. Nobody will stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Doctors say Strawberries are good for health.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116351763542006893?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116351763542006893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116351763542006893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116351763542006893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116351763542006893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-playing-jacks-mannequin-last-straw.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116342611215973950</id><published>2006-11-13T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:06:21.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Avenged Sevenfold - Remenissions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was boring. Coach didn't come. So much for the selection for next week's friendly. Oh anyway, I'm taking up my old role. Defender. We're gonna persuade coach to play the flat-four. No more Mr. Striker scoring the goals. I sorta miss defending. Anyway, I think I'll do better defending. I still remember the &lt;i&gt;Bedok South vs TK&lt;/i&gt; match. That match , according to some people, was the come-back of the season. Oh well, next year's gonna be tough. Damn tough. Sorry people, no long post tonight. My foot's killing me. &amp;amp; please, stop telling me to don't be sad. I appreciate your concern, but just don't. It irritates me. No, I won't be emo, slitting wrists or being suicidal. I'll just be the normal me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like a frame in a movie, you are just &lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt; of &lt;u&gt;many&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116342611215973950?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116342611215973950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116342611215973950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116342611215973950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116342611215973950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-playing-avenged-sevenfold.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116339202958677606</id><published>2006-11-13T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:35:57.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now Playing: Dreamz FM - Should I Stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediacorptv.com/videos/chemistry/soundtrack.htm"&gt;http://www.mediacorptv.com/videos/chemistry/soundtrack.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go there to listen to the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a drive&lt;br /&gt;Driven by your love&lt;br /&gt;But when you messed around&lt;br /&gt;I lost the drive I found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you needed&lt;br /&gt;Needed someone true&lt;br /&gt;But you changed your mind&lt;br /&gt;Or had I failed you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish you'd been&lt;br /&gt;Careful with my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you tore it apart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And broke an angel's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiss was true&lt;br /&gt;Has to end somehow&lt;br /&gt;But I am livin' proof of what love is about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's hard holding you&lt;br /&gt;Loving you, losing you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And be fooled by you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know (I don't know)&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I stay or should I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You played me on&lt;br /&gt;Played me like a clown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I feel for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is heavy&lt;br /&gt;Heavy like a rock&lt;br /&gt;But I am so amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're still in my thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's hard holding you&lt;br /&gt;Loving you, losing you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And be fooled by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't know (I don't know)&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I stay or should I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should I stay?&lt;br /&gt;Should I go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's hard holding you&lt;br /&gt;Loving you, losing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's sad to be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And be fooled by you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know (I dont't know)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Should I stay or should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time its done&lt;br /&gt;It'll never feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But we had some good times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's sad just the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the truth&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you were livin' proof of what love is about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116339202958677606?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116339202958677606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116339202958677606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116339202958677606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116339202958677606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-playing-dreamz-fm-should-i-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116335159145034243</id><published>2006-11-13T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:35:22.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now Playing : Plus 44 - No It Isn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fdoubts.free.fr%2Fsounds%2FNo%20It%20Isn't%20-%20Plus%2044.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#111111;button:#111111;player_text:#111111;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#ECECEC" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn up your speakers, it's a little soft.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This isn't just goodbye&lt;br /&gt;This is I can't stand you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the road crashed into the ocean&lt;br /&gt;It rises all around me&lt;br /&gt;And now we're barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;A thousand faces we'll choose to ignore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse my enemies forever&lt;br /&gt;Let's slit our wrists and burn down something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;This desperation leaves me overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;With fading lights that lead us past the lives that we destroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to you cry&lt;br /&gt;A cry for less attention&lt;br /&gt;But both my hands are tied&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pushed into the deep end&lt;br /&gt;I listen to you talk but talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;And my mouth is filled with blood&lt;br /&gt;From trying not to speak&lt;br /&gt;So search for an excuse&lt;br /&gt;And someone to believe you&lt;br /&gt;In foreign dressing rooms&lt;br /&gt;I'm empty with the need to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse my enemies forever&lt;br /&gt;Let's slit our wrists and burn down something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;This desperation leaves me overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;With fading lights that lead us past the lives that we destroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse my enemies forever&lt;br /&gt;Let's slit our wrists and burn down something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;This desperation is leaving me overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;With fading lights that lead us past the lives that we destroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This isn't just goodbye&lt;br /&gt;This is I can't stand you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116335159145034243?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116335159145034243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116335159145034243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116335159145034243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116335159145034243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-playing-plus-44-no-it-isnt-turn-up.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116333866446466025</id><published>2006-11-12T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T21:42:53.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now Playing : My Chemical Romance - The Sharpest Lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. I was forced to wake up at 8 AM this morning. There was absolutely nothing to do, so I decided to tidy up my room. Yes, you see, I have no maid. Nobody to help me clean my room, nobody to tie my shoelaces, nobody to feed me :D After that, had a TV marathon. Watched Skeleton Key, it was sorta boring, and complicated. It was damn complicated, but it had a freaky ending man. Seriously, you should catch it. I'll rate it 3.5/5. After that, Saeful called, asked whether I was going to Fiany's. I told him to meet at PP at 515 PM. Mom actually told me 'No'. I just kept quiet and sorta sulk then she asked me 'Not getting ready?' Aha. She let me go in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiany actually lives a few blocks away from me when I was still living in Marine Parade. She lives at 72, I live at 74. Oh anyway, she has a nice family. Her mom and dad are friendly people. And her elder sister wants to see how &lt;i&gt;cute&lt;/i&gt; I am. Her brother is big man. Bodybuilder, but nice guy. We stayed there for like 30 minutes then we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a safe spot. Saeful was funny. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Merayap&lt;/i&gt; around PP, was booooring. Is it just me or is PP just plain boring? I'm already sick of it. It has no variety. I bet Vivo is 123408917398127397 times bigger. Weekends are boring. Sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, waiting for the arrival of the Queen of Ireland. I hope I don't wait like hell again, and she comes online after I go offline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A kiss and I will surrender.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116333866446466025?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116333866446466025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116333866446466025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116333866446466025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116333866446466025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/11/now-playing-my-chemical-romance.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29921179.post-116330657404879027</id><published>2006-11-12T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T12:43:53.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I didn't come online last night. I fell asleep while watching half of Dukes of Hazzard. Weekends are so boring when you've got nothing to do. I've got to catch a movie tomorrow. And now, watching Desperate Housewives while waiting for Skeleton Key to begin. Such a horny show, for horny people, like me.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you. You love me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29921179-116330657404879027?l=radyamansyah-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/feeds/116330657404879027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29921179&amp;postID=116330657404879027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116330657404879027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29921179/posts/default/116330657404879027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radyamansyah-.blogspot.com/2006/11/sorry-i-didnt-come-online-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>aman.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06129416565894929332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
