<?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-23857523</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:52:14.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game with Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>203</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-268061507984708425</id><published>2007-05-06T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T20:01:33.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mandyng.imeem.com/blogs/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;! As in not using this blog to do my nonsenses and all anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be using another website instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that I will not close down this website because I think when I'm old, I want to look back and see all the nonsenses and foolish stuff I've used to type. Haha.. Not that I'm not young now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do keep in touch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-268061507984708425?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/268061507984708425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=268061507984708425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/268061507984708425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/268061507984708425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/05/moved.html' title='Moved'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-1453867985399600826</id><published>2007-04-28T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T15:00:45.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Musical</title><content type='html'>Looking through Grace's blog, I try out the website Colorgenics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result:&lt;br /&gt;You have a vivid imagination and this is good. Great inventors, explorers all had inventive, imaginative minds. Your friends and acquaintances may consider you over-imaginative and given to fantasy or day-dreaming. So what ? this is a part of your character and charm.You are a leader and possibly at this tine in a position of authority, but you are experiencing problems. You are not quite sure how to handle the present situation.You are a rather inhibited sort of person. This could be the result of your upbringing or of your schooling, whatever. You are able to obtain satisfaction from various forms of physical or emotional activity but all in all you are inclined to be emotionally withdrawn. As a consequence of this you find it difficult to sustain any deep involvement.You are being unduly influenced by the situation that is all around you. You do not like the feeling of loneliness and whatever it is that seems to separate you from others. You know that life can be wonderful and you are anxious to experience life in all its aspects, to live it to the full. You therefore resent any restriction or limitations that are being imposed on you and you insist on going it alone.You are anxious about all the limitations to which you are subjected to at this time. You feel that you are not valued for what or who you are. You need OUT. So why procrastinate any longer - MOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the result I have. Didn't read through casue I'm lazy to set my focus to the browser. I'm simply too tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my grandma's birthday, and my mum's chinese birthday. Going out to celebrate for them later at night, but I'm super lazy. By the way, I'm officially employed to work part-time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School will soon to resume this coming monday. I can't wait! ^^ Dance musical was a blast. The singer's voice was powerful and Foreign Bodies are awesome as always. Was Theresa performing cause I thought I saw her. But of course, I saw dear Rachel with the moves and Audrey danced as well, But sitting at the back row made me difficult to see her position. While helping out at the Dance Musical yesterday, I saw Sahara and Sam!!!! Hugs** I miss them!!! Seriously, I can't wait for school to start. But I hope that I will have a LONG holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be up soon, hopefully within May. Haha. I have yet to do my log book and IPP report. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-1453867985399600826?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1453867985399600826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=1453867985399600826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/1453867985399600826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/1453867985399600826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/04/dance-musical.html' title='Dance Musical'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-6595237305545546084</id><published>2007-04-23T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:56:29.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORING</title><content type='html'>Too lazy to blog thesedays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I happen to look through Joo's blog. SO yup, at least I will do some blogging before there's cobsweb in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES: Each person who gets tagged needs to write a blog post of their own 6 idiosyncrasies as well as clearly state this rule. After stating your 6 weirdness you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names at the bottom of the entry. Dont forget to leave a comment on their tagboards that says “you’re tagged!” and tell them to read your blog for information as to what it means.my 6 idiosyncrasies :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] I'll always have drinks WITHOUT ice and especially to make coke- I will add salt.&lt;br /&gt;2] I have to eat at least 1 chocolate per day to feel energetic&lt;br /&gt;3] I will sing LOUDLY in my room whenever I'm bored, like as if I'm in kbox or having performance. Haha.. (Compared to Joo)&lt;br /&gt;4] I prefer to talk on the phone then chat in sms or msn. So do expect my call whenever you wish to contact me.&lt;br /&gt;5] I must have at least 1 accessories with me(eg ring, earstuds, watch etc) otherwise, I'll feel naked&lt;br /&gt;6] I will do my best to crap till my companion laughs. Laughter can bring in smiles. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging: Khairul, Hasrul, Grace, Louis, Jamie, Syaz or Juliana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's for me to pass the time. They don't really require to do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to shower. YAWNZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-6595237305545546084?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6595237305545546084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=6595237305545546084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/6595237305545546084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/6595237305545546084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/04/boring.html' title='BORING'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-7111821092830890200</id><published>2007-04-14T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T22:15:19.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOAS</title><content type='html'>It has been ages since I last came online. HECTIC week!!! Saw Khairul finally yesterday during work cause he has to do his St John stuff in my workplace. Met lots of rich people and Minister Lim and I was on Channel News Asia for a mere 1 minute. HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, leave work aside, sorry to everyone that I could not make it online to find time to chat and get to know the happenings thesedays. I'm so sorry, Khai... If I knew what had happen, I would have gave you a hug yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell and hurt my back on thursday. It was so embarrassing with over 30 people looking at me. No one helped me up because everyone was stun there. Then there were shoutings like "you need ambulance anot? you okie? OI! Faster wipe the floor dry." I practically fell flat and hurt my back at my right. Still hurts. Should I go see doctor? OR hmm, I think I will wait till monday then decide. The stupid guy from the florist whom made the floor wet because of the flowers said, "Who tell you to wear heels?" But one of his colleagues whispered, "she was wearing flats"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not running! But I was making a sudden U-turn when walking and really, the floor was wet and slippery and practically, black footsteps and marks can be seen. PAIN sia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Regarding A-Team, I don't wish to make any comments. I won't side the Royals nor the ex-co. I prefer to know nothing about what happen. People: WHAT HAVE HAPPEN TO YOU ALL!?!?!? Where's the group of people whom I used to know? My pillar of support are basically you people! I do hope that a war won't breakout and we can still enjoy our lives in the last year in NYP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I have to declare I'm single AGAIN. Apparantly, he got himself a girlfriend. O well, can't help it if he has someone else he has in mind. I will take my time to forget about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope everything will be fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THE GIRLS!!! sam, drey, jean, pat, bec, daph and the rest in BM0523.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I miss you, Sahara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't say I love my timetable, but it's fine for me, except that I can't go out in the afternoon!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 12pm to 4pm&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 4pm to 6pm&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 11am to 1pm&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 8am to 4pm&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 1pm to 4pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to work part-time though. Any place to hire???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends. In BM0523, in BM0512, in A-Team, in NSS, the gangs, the tribes, the pals, everyone. I miss my family too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give my life back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last time I'm going to say too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the guy whom I have waited for so long- I'm not waiting anymore unless you come for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that, will never happen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-7111821092830890200?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7111821092830890200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=7111821092830890200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/7111821092830890200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/7111821092830890200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/04/choas.html' title='CHOAS'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-914539834965206766</id><published>2007-04-06T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:35:27.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa trip in June</title><content type='html'>Dear Queen of All EVILS and the Royals (should I include the royal slave, monkey and sacrifice? Anyway,),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the Royal Events Planner (that is me) is busy and currently unavailable most of the time, I suggest that our Sentosa trip be during June period, saturday - the first saturday of our 2 weeks break which is I think 9 June 2007. So people, make yourself free on that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please advise. Once approve by the Queen, I'll continue with the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards,&lt;br /&gt;The Royal Events Planner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Stupid Shafiq not going to the camp. Bleh you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-914539834965206766?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/914539834965206766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=914539834965206766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/914539834965206766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/914539834965206766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/04/sentosa-trip-in-june.html' title='Sentosa trip in June'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-3014190421350237235</id><published>2007-04-06T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T22:58:42.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leisure Camp</title><content type='html'>Leisure Camp Tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT WAIT! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so busy these days, basically no time for rest, let alone family, friends and anyone. Sorry people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSH! - Tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping alone - finally. A last minute decision cause I seriously need a flat platform shoes to let me survive at work. Spent near $100. T.T  Bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waiting for my dear eye candy to REPLY me. SHAFIQ! I'm REFERING TO YOU! =.= 2 minutes to 11pm. You're so DEAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-3014190421350237235?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3014190421350237235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=3014190421350237235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/3014190421350237235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/3014190421350237235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/04/leisure-camp.html' title='Leisure Camp'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-1292278662244489344</id><published>2007-03-25T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T20:37:20.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At World's End</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for Pirates of the Caribbean to start!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="500" width="600"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/pirates/atworldsend/pirates3.swf?eclipid=b10000"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/pirates/atworldsend/pirates3.swf?eclipid=b10000" width="600" height="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-1292278662244489344?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1292278662244489344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=1292278662244489344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/1292278662244489344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/1292278662244489344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/03/at-worlds-end.html' title='At World&apos;s End'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-6261388960253190177</id><published>2007-03-24T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T18:41:17.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>I was being bored, and started to look through friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears roll down from my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him. And I miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we'll back to the old days. Though I know that won't happen, it makes me even want to treasure the present, now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-6261388960253190177?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6261388960253190177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=6261388960253190177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/6261388960253190177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/6261388960253190177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/03/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-8351924588213891405</id><published>2007-03-24T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T14:02:28.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgS-zVSBbUI/AAAAAAAAARs/nIjXRpkL7ew/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045367271657139522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgS-zVSBbUI/AAAAAAAAARs/nIjXRpkL7ew/s400/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm suppose to go out with Khairul today to watch movie. But when I was above to leave the house, there was a BIG "BOOM". I looked back, and saw my dining room was filled with glasses. Apparently, the lamp above the dining room turned loose and the glass cover fall off. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dear brother was at the kitchen - a few steps from the dining room - and one of the shattered glass cut his leg. His okie now. Called my dad straightaway and he's right at home now. Luckily, there were no damage to my dining table (it's made of glass), if not, our family is incurring high losses. I'm so afriad to sit at my living room cause it's the same glass lamp attched to the ceiling. Had to do some cleaning up and wait for the contractors to come. It's their fault that they did not attach the lamp properly. My floor has some cracks too, so they will have to pay us a new lamp and floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to watch Stomp the Yard with Khai!!!! And buy new shoes!!!! Jinx....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attachment has been okie for me. At least I'm free from the office and politics etc. I will love to stay on to help out with their events and I'm proud to say that I'm from A-Team! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GM is nearing. And camp is next next week. =) I can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to write. Well. Pictures will do.. Some pic from Ben's birthday and that same night outing AND pictures taken at my work place. Off to settle some stuff with the contractors. Sorry KHAI!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045365502130613410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgS9MVSBbKI/AAAAAAAAAQc/otgcIN-mQBI/s400/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045365506425580738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgS9MlSBbMI/AAAAAAAAAQs/DDSFdvRtq38/s400/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045365502130613426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgS9MVSBbLI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fl_bI9rZ0eo/s400/Image108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045365506425580754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgS9MlSBbNI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Cy1H5Q5L1io/s400/Image107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taken from my workplace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045366459908320498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgS-EFSBbPI/AAAAAAAAARE/xdTNeFrusqI/s400/Image109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045366459908320514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgS-EFSBbQI/AAAAAAAAARM/mmrauUxTVD8/s400/Image110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045366464203287826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgS-EVSBbRI/AAAAAAAAARU/21rBK4nLe_A/s400/Image111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045366464203287842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgS-EVSBbSI/AAAAAAAAARc/oEUbnFTFQ60/s400/Image112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045366464203287858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgS-EVSBbTI/AAAAAAAAARk/0aBH82dMcHY/s400/Image113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-8351924588213891405?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/8351924588213891405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=8351924588213891405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/8351924588213891405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/8351924588213891405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally-blogging.html' title='Finally blogging'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgS-zVSBbUI/AAAAAAAAARs/nIjXRpkL7ew/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-1862217605799294351</id><published>2007-03-19T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T00:21:14.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/Rf1lzHugHCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jtjvGGuzZcg/s1600-h/result.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043299086646647842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/Rf1lzHugHCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jtjvGGuzZcg/s400/result.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my result. My GPA is 2.835. Okie... Drop by 0.1. First time got C. And I have lots of Cs... But never mind! I pass! Determine to do well for next semester. Got to go to sleep. I love my friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-1862217605799294351?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1862217605799294351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=1862217605799294351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/1862217605799294351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/1862217605799294351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/03/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/Rf1lzHugHCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jtjvGGuzZcg/s72-c/result.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-3828651740537261263</id><published>2007-03-17T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T18:47:00.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Few more hours to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Timbre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so goin to take more pictures and post it in my blog! Hpefully, that will happen! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanna join us tonight? Well, you have to book a table then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045440668353260882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-3828651740537261263?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3828651740537261263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=3828651740537261263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/3828651740537261263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/3828651740537261263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/03/party.html' title='Party!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s72-c/Image093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-7117070759792095335</id><published>2007-03-13T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T23:19:26.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>I was looking through blogs today cause I have ABSOLUTELY nothing- NOTHING to do today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY NYP MATES!!!!! SOOOOOOO MANY OF YOU PEOPLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wish to name cause I don't want to miss any names but I MISS ALL of YOU!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will IPP end..... I wish to hear craps from them. Back to student life for me fast PLEASE.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to work early by cab. A must as it's sooo deserted and difficult to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him... I saw him reading other people's blog the other day. But, hmmm, I don't think he read mine. I hope he does read mine and give me a call and ask me to meet him one of these days cause I do miss him alot! I don't wish to disturb him though, but I want him to find me at his own accord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so worried for my examinations' result. 5 more days to go! AHHHHHH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-7117070759792095335?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7117070759792095335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=7117070759792095335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/7117070759792095335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/7117070759792095335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-1510622092856747546</id><published>2007-03-07T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:05:02.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I came across Joy's website and saw this particular website she came across and I myself tried it too. LOL. Kind of stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039196791962488178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 504px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/Re7SyJI2TXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ikDqETS2wa8/s400/deathday.JPG" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll probably die in like 60 plus more years later. Hmmm.. I wonder. When I do pass on, I'll probably wish that my other half will either die earlier than me, or maybe die together with me. Not that I'm cruel. But just that if I die earlier than my other half, even when I'm dead, I'll still be worrying about him ,not being able to take care of himself and am afraid that no one will look after him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm being NOBLE. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hasrul asked me why I did not get approval from the Royal regarding relationship issues. Okie. Declare- He's not allowed to have a relationship with him and I hoped that even as years pass, I will still spend my time with him. I do not wish to go out with someone whom I know so well for years and yet do not have a future with him in the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But you never know. But then, I still love him. ^^ I'm willing to wait though he can't give me any promise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To Joo, I'll show you the guy if there's a chance but I don't think there's a chance you will know and see him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Work tomorrow EARLY. Hopefully I will be able to attend GM on friday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nite!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-1510622092856747546?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1510622092856747546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=1510622092856747546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/1510622092856747546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/1510622092856747546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/03/d-day.html' title='D-Day'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/Re7SyJI2TXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ikDqETS2wa8/s72-c/deathday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-5591422317810012281</id><published>2007-03-04T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T14:04:38.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14th Day of CNY 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RepciIriLoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DpSd2aC0UIA/s1600-h/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037940874682707586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RepciIriLoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DpSd2aC0UIA/s400/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to blog! Yesterday was hectic! I had fun the whole day and cause today is the last day on CNY, I visited my cousin's house where my aunt celebrates her 70th birthday as well. We had the Lion Dance over, and buffet at the function room and gambling -of course- the whole night! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before all that, I went out with the NSS gang! Hahaha! We went to K-ster at Chinatown and I hook myself to the mike before I rush out to Tampines to my cousin's place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The long bus trip to Chinatown via bus 851. Chin Siong took those pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037938594055073186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RepadYriLaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/SwrTcx-Dy0s/s400/Image047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037938594055073202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RepadYriLbI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Ncvwq14tYCQ/s400/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037938598350040514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RepadoriLcI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9MQtOElnA7g/s400/Image050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037938598350040530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RepadoriLdI/AAAAAAAAAMs/f7Zx5fvcUo4/s400/Image051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally REACHED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037938598350040546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RepadoriLeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/z6qt5zBzsYw/s400/Image053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037939238300167682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RepbC4riLgI/AAAAAAAAANE/ynMZHBxaFV4/s400/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037939242595134994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RepbDIriLhI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZESOdlyn0IQ/s400/Image055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037940866092772930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RepchoriLkI/AAAAAAAAANk/KF5JbqlpN-0/s400/Image056.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037939238300167666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RepbC4riLfI/AAAAAAAAAM8/eGXvdZFbm3o/s400/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AND - celebrate Eddison's birthday in advance!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the Lion Dance at my cousin's place: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Back view of the Lion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037942055798714050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/Repdm4riLsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/mcjC516hpug/s400/Image059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037942055798714066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/Repdm4riLtI/AAAAAAAAAOs/uzyxwQuywww/s400/Image060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037940870387740242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/Repch4riLlI/AAAAAAAAANs/mK_yUqUn4ow/s400/Image064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lion Dance troupe made a picture of a pig and the word above the pig is 'gold'. So overall, it's called gold pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037940870387740258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/Repch4riLmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/knjbIHN5ALA/s400/Image065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037940870387740274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/Repch4riLnI/AAAAAAAAAN8/721X_nqExOo/s400/Image069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037942047208779410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RepdmYriLpI/AAAAAAAAAOM/bRZfYRoNrz8/s400/Image076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The guy in the picture is my cousin who use to be the assistant producer in channel U and currently, he is making films on his own in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037942051503746722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RepdmoriLqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kO_QxMIQAv0/s400/Image081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037942051503746738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RepdmoriLrI/AAAAAAAAAOc/cDnT6rtp_mI/s400/Image086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-5591422317810012281?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5591422317810012281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=5591422317810012281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/5591422317810012281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/5591422317810012281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/03/14th-day-of-cny-2007.html' title='14th Day of CNY 2007'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RepciIriLoI/AAAAAAAAAOE/DpSd2aC0UIA/s72-c/Image070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-5866441612288046946</id><published>2007-03-02T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T23:53:02.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>muhahhaa</title><content type='html'>Gosh. I'm back to make some updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE BEEN BLACKLISTED BY MY COMPANY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new supervisor said I have attitude problem. And it was because of one sentence I said. I felt guilty and bad for saying that particular sentence so I went to apologise to her. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my A and B for IPP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly, my friend and I got transferred to another department for wrong reasons which I do not wish to say. WE FELT THAT WE WERE BEING MALIGNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I like the current department because it really keeps me busy and I'm doing something which I have always love to do - meeting new people all the time and doing events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my supervisor will love me. LOVE me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tired now and I'm going out tomorrow morning. I have a strong feeling that is telling me not to be punctual because my particular goup of friends will be late for sure. But, I can't help being on time because it has be my nature not to let people wait. I hate people who are always late and not on time because I will nag and scream at them. But most probably, I'll be late by 15min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My honey is so busy now that he doesn't have time to chat with me nor go home. (He's still at work.) That bloody Da-Niao refuses to chat with me! CHANGE ALREADY! YOU HAVE TOTALLY CHANGE! BLEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired. I'll type nonsense again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-5866441612288046946?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5866441612288046946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=5866441612288046946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/5866441612288046946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/5866441612288046946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/03/muhahhaa.html' title='muhahhaa'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-5613618156025806888</id><published>2007-02-26T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T23:28:04.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving you, is all I wanna do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/ReL7mUD9yMI/AAAAAAAAALM/8xc-WJS0lZk/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having fun these days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/ReL7mkD9yNI/AAAAAAAAALU/WeJEwKKK20s/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035863973287545042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/ReL7mkD9yNI/AAAAAAAAALU/WeJEwKKK20s/s400/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/ReL7m0D9yQI/AAAAAAAAALs/dZ0sYn3xV3U/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loading is SO slow. But nevertheless, I'll still blog, BUT short!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to ErCong!! -- 27th Feb- '07. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New year isn't that fun anymore with so many of my relatives out of town and not many are celebrating. BYMK gathering in this new year was on BEE BEE's birthday! They even came to my house and we gambled abit. Oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having a rough time in my workplace now that work starts to come in every minute and seconds. BUSY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035863973287545058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/ReL7mkD9yOI/AAAAAAAAALc/78vGlo3l5bg/s400/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entry is short today. I'm tired and having gastric pain. Maybe because I didn't eat well for dinner. But honey, it's worth it to just spend 1 small hour with you though I was being lame the whole time and YOU were ignoring me. Oh well. I deserve it since I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw him looking at others blog, but don't know if he knows I STILL blog or not. Sigh* I'm shy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ilu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035864686252116242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/ReL8QED9yRI/AAAAAAAAAL0/SEc0CI09g18/s400/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035863973287545074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/ReL7mkD9yPI/AAAAAAAAALk/ywUs6xD2EQI/s400/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-5613618156025806888?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5613618156025806888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=5613618156025806888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/5613618156025806888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/5613618156025806888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/02/loving-you-is-all-i-wanna-do.html' title='Loving you, is all I wanna do...'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/ReL7mkD9yNI/AAAAAAAAALU/WeJEwKKK20s/s72-c/Image025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-3736204212088086641</id><published>2007-02-19T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T11:52:59.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Lunar New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi everyone! I'm kinda late BUT Happy Lunar New Year!!! And Happy Holidays to those who are not celebrating the days but holidays will soon to be over. Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To those in the tagboard who tagged:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sahara: They were not prepared for me. So yup. Nothing to do at the moment but marketing department in my company is real busy. So I'll soon have stuff to do. Preparing for OT. Good that you like your IPP. Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace: Haha. HSBC leh... But do take care of yourself no matter how busy you are! By the way, Nurul, ( the one whom you worked with when in MSC) is in the same department as me. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juliana: Happy Holidays to you!! Haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syazwan: Cannot use MSN at work! They even ban us from seeing emails from accounts like yahoo, hotmail, gmail etc.) Only have company email. Sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joo: AHHHH!!!! I miss you!! KSter in March confirm plus chop must come ah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have limited time to blog. WIll tell you guys what's the happenings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Bugis the other day and it was freaking crowded! See the crowd below! The place was jammed with people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033454848821807282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RdpshED9yLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/OcgFGNc18A8/s400/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had reunion dinner on saturday as usual with my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033454840231872642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RdpsgkD9yII/AAAAAAAAAKc/wUXeGS5h5Qs/s400/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033454844526839954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/Rdpsg0D9yJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/RHg2Cqy9src/s400/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had steamboat for dinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin and cousin-in-law came back from Germany and it's their first time having a reunion dinner with ALL of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033454844526839970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/Rdpsg0D9yKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nn-q381of8w/s400/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin-in-law, Michael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually drew out our family tree and there's a total of 94 people in our Ng family! Michael took picture of the family tree which I had drew and in this above picture you're seeing, he was taking a picture of his chinese name which we had named him. I forgot his family name. Oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day of Chinese New Year has always been very tiring. This time round, it's otherwise. Not many of my relatives came to my Aunt's place so it was rather quiet. I did not stay long in my aunt's place too, this year. Instead I went to another person's house to take back my stuff from him. Haha. But I forgot that I shouldn't ask him to return my stuff on the first day of CNY because this meant that the person will owe me stuff for the rest of the year and I will be sort of a loanshark to him. Oops. I reached at about 1.30pm, and left at 6.15pm. He did not celebrate Lunar New Year cause of some reasons and we talked alot in between the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate him alot because I love him very much. The things he did to me is unforgivable but my heart has long forgive him. He cannot give me any promise nor do I want him to give me any as well. I am determined to wait for him unless I have a change of heart, or when he has someone else he likes. I still have not got my answer whether he still loves me or not, or has he ever love me. I've already wait for him for 1 year, and I will still wait for him unless my feelings for him has faded away. Give me 6 more years. To be single but yet attached to him  for 6 more years. I'm not his girlfriend because he had made a promise to his manager that he won't have a relationship. He's not my boyfriend too, as he won't be here for me 24/7. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^ I'll wait. Determine to do it. He said I'm too naive. I don't think that way. I just want to show my love to a guy whom I'm devoted too and I want to whole-heartedly love him. Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd day of CNY is when we have to travel from one plave to another. I visited my aunt's place (mum's eldest sis) at AMK, then to Tanjong Pagar to visit my Grandma, then to my 3rd aunt's place (mum's 3rd sis) at Bukit Panjang. After that to my 1st aunt's place (Dad's eldest sis) at Chai Chee. Lol. Travelling from East to West. Gamble abit but did not win. Lucky that I recover all my losses in the last game. My relatives taught Michael how to play Big2 on the 1st day of CNY and we played it yesterday again without any money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiring but Fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to shower. People coming to my house to visit us. TATA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-3736204212088086641?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3736204212088086641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=3736204212088086641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/3736204212088086641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/3736204212088086641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-lunar-new-year.html' title='Happy Lunar New Year'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RdpshED9yLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/OcgFGNc18A8/s72-c/Image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-4342320515688810362</id><published>2007-02-13T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T03:24:37.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn!</title><content type='html'>AT any point of time, I may have OT but for now, not at all. Because, my in-charge was not expecting us and do not have any stuff to do at the current moment. So I'm the errand girl with another schoolmate, Nurul (from marketing), and the way we spend our day, is worse than TEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE PRACTICALLY DID NOTHING IN OUR IPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will inform Ms Chee about if that is if she ask about it. But I seriously have no idea to what to write in my report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the people there are nice. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine Day. Sigh, No dates this year as usual. O well, I yearn to sleep now. Hopefully, it'll be better for my attchment and I'll have sometihng challenging to do. I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-4342320515688810362?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4342320515688810362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=4342320515688810362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/4342320515688810362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/4342320515688810362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/02/yawn.html' title='Yawn!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-5246257784608779514</id><published>2007-02-10T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T15:54:19.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!</title><content type='html'>I'm BLOGGING! Exmas ended with a blast! Saw Chang and others flying paper planes made of the exam paper in sports hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll fail Human Resource and Finance but of course, HOPEFULLY that would not happen cause I die die don't wish to go back to school and re-do the papers. Seriously, I hope for a D rather a Fail.&lt;br /&gt;There goes my New Year Resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mio Plan has been activated and the speed is alright for me. Preparation for Lunar New Year is going to be done but then, not quite done with my goodies and snacks which my family would buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O! Information people!!! I got into UBS AG for IPP. Pay is alright and I'm satisfied with the working hour. Should I have OT, I will have no complains but I do hopre I  don't have to come back on weekends. Poor Davin. I can't help but feel sorry that he has gotten into no company since the company he was suppose to go to had withdraw itself from IPP. Wonder where will he go then. Some of my friends got into Zoo which I have no idea what they will be doing. But I think I would like to have a try to many many different job cause I really want to see what path I will want to take in the future. Hope it goes well for me in IPP and hope I'll get good grades as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Louis, Jie and Clef and had Starbucks with them. But before that, I had shopping with Jean and Sam and dinner with Bec and Daph plus the 2 of them as well at NYDC. The first time I went there for dinner, Not bad, I say. Another outing soon, k??? ^^ AND! We saw Jacklyn and Constance in FarEast while shopping. World is super small cause I saw ChuHue and quite a number of other NYP students as well. Must be the after-exmas outings. I just can imagine how the clubs will be filled with NYP business students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired but I refuse to sleep cause I finally can use the internet and my laptop on a proper study table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that everything will go on smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-5246257784608779514?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5246257784608779514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=5246257784608779514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/5246257784608779514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/5246257784608779514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-5552125152199667427</id><published>2007-01-29T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T15:37:42.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last entry for the month of Jan '07</title><content type='html'>I'm currently in the school library 'studying and revising' which currently, I'm obviously not doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new phone!! Nokia 6288. It has been years since I last have a Nokia phone. Hope it will last. I have everything which I wanted and have nothing to complain of. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late to make a new year resolution? Cause I'm intending to make some NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To study and get at least a B for ALL my modules.&lt;br /&gt;2. To save up -which I hope I will- spend less and aim to same at least $500 this year and have at least $1000 in my bank account. [But doubt it will happen. Plus I have yet to buy my new year clothes and I want to buy a 1GB miniSD card for my phone. - And a bagpack too. And I eat alot! Shacks!]&lt;br /&gt;3. To listen more and talk less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Think that's what I hope for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best and make it come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Syaz and Juliana: I won't want to be a lamppost. But it'll be good if I weigh at most 48kg and be skinner. Muhahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE my FRIENDS. I LOVE A-TEAM! I LOVE MY FAMILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Off to study. Won't blog till exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL the BEST to all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-5552125152199667427?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5552125152199667427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=5552125152199667427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/5552125152199667427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/5552125152199667427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-entry-for-month-of-jan-07.html' title='Last entry for the month of Jan &apos;07'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-7362175589518928341</id><published>2007-01-25T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:57:31.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REST PLEASE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last ICA is tomorrow morning 9am and I have YET to study! Oops! Hopefully, I can pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just so sick now. Running nose become nose bleeding. Think I'm too heaty. And I'm so tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To Audrey: I wish to stop for a moment this week but it's really too busy and difficult for me to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have yet to attend classes which I have paid for and seriously, it sucks even more when I can't sing and dance now because I have lost my voice and not feeling so well to move around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish that I'll be able to sleep for 1 WHOLE day soon. But obviously, I can't cause I'm moving in to my new place on saturday, and there' NYP's open house clash. PLUS, no study table and book shelves in my room yet. This means I have to be in school during study week to do my revisions. All adds up equals to no rest for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give me a break, PLEASE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT!!!!! I love to know that I have GREAT friends around and they are always there for me! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-7362175589518928341?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7362175589518928341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=7362175589518928341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/7362175589518928341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/7362175589518928341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/01/rest-please.html' title='REST PLEASE!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-3432313688741461893</id><published>2007-01-20T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:55:00.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/dragon/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The High Priestess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Science, Wisdom, Knowledge, Education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The High Priestess is the card of knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know. The High Priestess is also associated with the moon however and can also indicate change or fluxuation, particularily when it comes to your moods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-3432313688741461893?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3432313688741461893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=3432313688741461893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/3432313688741461893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/3432313688741461893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m bored'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-7945797868982141061</id><published>2007-01-20T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:24:56.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks before exams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long and busy time as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday 15th Jan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBM Day is finally over and of course, I have pictures to show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RbIqfX2WtRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kxnNy-h23as/s1600-h/SP_A0505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022123252937831698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RbIqfX2WtRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kxnNy-h23as/s400/SP_A0505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Aswri. *With makeup*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RbIqfn2WtSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/9fPIQ59fEyM/s1600-h/SP_A0506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022123257232799010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RbIqfn2WtSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/9fPIQ59fEyM/s400/SP_A0506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YuTing and I. I was getting sleepy. Eyes become smaller as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RbIqfn2WtTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hLZHWzcrgXo/s1600-h/SP_A0508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022123257232799026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RbIqfn2WtTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/hLZHWzcrgXo/s400/SP_A0508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and YanJun. She is not firece at all, just that her looks made her look strict. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RbIqf32WtUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Xxbzk20VKso/s1600-h/SP_A0509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022123261527766338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RbIqf32WtUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Xxbzk20VKso/s400/SP_A0509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Terrence and I. A model whom I knew while doing the fashion show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the SBM Day, and hearing Sahara sing *Performance WAS GREAT!*, Cindy and I rushed for A-Team Installation event. Very Rush for time. And I had difficulty removing all those thick make-up from the fashion show earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RbIqf32WtVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2x1XGYNb1_Q/s1600-h/SP_A0515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022125881457816962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RbIs4X2WtYI/AAAAAAAAAI8/lExqAD3_-E4/s400/mel9598tf6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A-Team 13th Installation Day dated 17th January 2007.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The after-event come with buffet and fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022123261527766354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RbIqf32WtVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2x1XGYNb1_Q/s400/SP_A0515.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seniors were 'blocking' the pictures of the ex-co. Can see that Grace was having a hard time in covering so many pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022125885752784274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RbIs4n2WtZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/OyLjfnxfIq0/s400/mel9668ep9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the ex-cos I'm refering to are the above. Except for the lady in the middle. She's from SAO. Difficult to spell her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022125890047751586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RbIs432WtaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0uQ6moIJv7s/s400/mel9685qr8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not to forget, the groups of &lt;strike&gt;JOKERS&lt;/strike&gt; SENIORS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022127032509052338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RbIt7X2WtbI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TTnqmby4DnQ/s400/mel9688sm4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the JUNIORS. I'm not in it. T.T I was playing around when the photo was being taken. Oops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AND...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022125877162849634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RbIs4H2WtWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/w5Ea08U52PU/s400/73197723_w8j6VaIg_DSC_7430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lifa and me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Singing of the song "At the Beginning". Was suppose to sing it as part of the A-Team program. But last minutes cropped up landed us to sing that song like as if we were having karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022125881457816946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RbIs4X2WtXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GtP-jsE54-Q/s400/73197750_Vdfaj4r1_MEL_9694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;While singing, I was too excited yet nervous and did not dare to place my eyes on the audiences! Haha. So yup! Didn't know that ALL these PICTURES were being taken down by the one and only MELVIN MAH! Must thank him for taking pictures for SO many events!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday 18th Jan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Human Resource skid was well-done! Funny and was the unforgettable presentation we ever have during our year 2 semester.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday 19th Jan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had our Human Resource Seminar on friday but before that, with 3 hours of break, WE -Theresa, Bani, Rachel, Jean, Pat, Sam, Drey, Rebecca, Daph and I - went to Bishan's Pasta Mania and had our lunch. A big group of us with lots of noise and laughter that clearly recognise us from afar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HR Seminar was kind of boring. I slept through the first presenter's talk and when the 2nd presenter was presenting, I was busy chit-chatting away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ALL OF US WERE BORED. I saw my cousin and Valerie during the seminar as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Friday was 19th January 2007 AND I'm officially bestowed the titile of the Royal Events planner with witnesses:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Royal Queen of All Evil - Jamie, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Royal Vodoo Curser - Grace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Royal Cook - Khairul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Royal Acupunture - Felicia Leong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Royal Advisor - Priscilla&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First assignment: Plan a chalet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To ALL Royals: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When are all of you be free? I think, we should have it during June period, hopefully before A-Team camp. Cause during March period, I will be busy with my IPP, and the some will be doing their TEP and attachment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BUT, if ANY of you want an outing during April period, I'll suggest a SENTOSA trip on one of the saturday morning!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday 20th Jan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm suppose to be out, now, with Sam and gang. BUT due to unforeseen circumstances, I was forced to stay at home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm shifting stuff to my new place now. Situation arise WHEN my aunt fell and we had an ambulance. DOTS. My mum asked me to stay at home to look after my brothers while she go to hosp with my aunt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My aunt is fine now. She's back. But I miss my drinks with Sam and others! AHHHH!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I felt happy when I see the new place which I'll be OFFICIALLY (FINALLY) moved in by next week! It's pretty! Will invite my special friends along and we'll have games and pot luck at my place, okie? LOL. Hopefully my mum allows! HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OKIE! I want to buy birkens! Lucky for me that my cousin is still in Germany and she'll be back with her hubby 2 weeks later! Heard that she's PREGNENT! WOOOOO!!! I'm so excited cause it has been a LONG time since my family has a happy occasion! Hope that my cousin and her baby in her womb is healthy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O! I changed my song to Me and You by Cassie. Hope all of you like it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Over and Out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-7945797868982141061?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7945797868982141061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=7945797868982141061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/7945797868982141061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/7945797868982141061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/01/3-weeks-before-exams.html' title='3 weeks before exams.'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RbIqfX2WtRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/kxnNy-h23as/s72-c/SP_A0505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-1893697640891409374</id><published>2007-01-14T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T15:27:21.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weather: cold</title><content type='html'>Before I concentrate studying for my Finance - like as if I will - *Sigh* I want to declare that I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no interest in people whom I do not know at all. So, bye bye to my admirers whom I am only acquaintance with. I like people who are honest with me though. But don't regret being honest with me cause if I lke you, I'll hope you will be around with me, But if I don't I'll reject you directly in front of your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos to show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="338" width="450" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="11906"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="8943"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://myvlog.im.tv/?id=924064&amp;mid=496195&amp;amp;album=0"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://myvlog.im.tv/?id=924064&amp;mid=496195&amp;amp;album=0"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://myvlog.im.tv/?id=" mid="496195&amp;album=" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" width="'450'" height="'338'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;周杰倫-本草綱目MV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children in the MV is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="338" width="450" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="11906"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="8943"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://myvlog.im.tv/?id=988300&amp;mid=535854&amp;amp;album=0"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://myvlog.im.tv/?id=988300&amp;mid=535854&amp;amp;album=0"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://myvlog.im.tv/?id=" mid="535854&amp;album=" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" width="'450'" height="'338'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main character is Shiting. I forced her to play a song for us. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="338" width="450" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="11906"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="8943"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://myvlog.im.tv/?id=988325&amp;mid=535854&amp;amp;album=0"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://myvlog.im.tv/?id=988325&amp;mid=535854&amp;amp;album=0"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://myvlog.im.tv/?id=" mid="535854&amp;album=" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" width="'450'" height="'338'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FB were performing for the end of th CO concert. Spot the person whom you are familiar with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, that's all! Ja mate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-1893697640891409374?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1893697640891409374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=1893697640891409374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/1893697640891409374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/1893697640891409374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/01/weather-cold.html' title='weather: cold'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-410416044104206724</id><published>2007-01-12T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T15:02:03.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Famoue Amos</title><content type='html'>I'm craving for Famous Amos!! Anybody buying that for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday will be freaking busy for me. Today as well. 2 more groups and it will be my turn to present our project. There's the Chinese Orchestra Duty later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stomach pain* I'm not feeling well today. Feel like puking. Storm in my tummy. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMOUS AMOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're seriously not listening to any other team's presentation. *Ah Leong is presenting now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. Reporting time is nearing but I insist on going to Business Law make-up lecture cause I have skipped quite a number of lessons due to Xmas Party '06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Khai: Everyone in important to me, including you. I don't like to compare anyone of you so please, don't ask me that question again, okie? Let's watch movie tomorrow~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* I want Amos. COOKIES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-410416044104206724?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/410416044104206724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=410416044104206724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/410416044104206724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/410416044104206724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/01/famoue-amos.html' title='Famoue Amos'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-4604293353342705174</id><published>2007-01-11T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:33:40.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packed</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow there's 2 freaky ICA - EFMA and ICT- and I have yet to prepare any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired but fufilling times this week. MM IS FREAKING OVER! Rejoice!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in school and and it's still pouring. Was intending to do revision and powerpoints slide for tomorrow's presentation but yup, I'm slacking. My pimples problem are back again, and I have yet have my period for months. I'm not pregnent. Just something wrong with my hormones that's why I'm so guyish. My cousins just can't believe that I am still boyfriendless. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel some warmth now. Hug me! ^^ It's so cold in school that even my thicky jacket can't warm me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see my schedule for tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;10.10am - EFMA Tutorial&lt;br /&gt;12.00pm - EFMA &lt;strike&gt;Lecture&lt;/strike&gt; ICA&lt;br /&gt;2.00pm - ICT Application for Business ICA Project Presentation&lt;br /&gt;4.00pm - SBM Day Rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;4.00pm - Business Law Make-Up Lecture&lt;br /&gt;4.00pm - Report time for Chinese Orchestra Duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fully pack tomorrow. and at 4pm, there's 3 things I have to do. Multi-tasking? Haha. Ya. Maybe I should.  Like as if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's a guy who can drive and intends to go out with me........&lt;br /&gt;I'm deprive for one! LOL. No motorbike! Okie. You don't have to learn how to drive, but at least be here with me 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Khairul: Not you. You have that special someone already. I want one who only has me in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No les. I'm straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-4604293353342705174?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4604293353342705174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=4604293353342705174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/4604293353342705174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/4604293353342705174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/01/packed.html' title='Packed'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-3096768856523013047</id><published>2007-01-07T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T16:17:53.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos upload!</title><content type='html'>I'm lazy to do tutorial though my new year resolution is to finish up my tutorial ASAP and study and do well for exam. But I LOVE this song!!!!! The current song in my blog! SO, I decided to insert the video in here. I don't like youtube cause it doesn't load my video at all! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="338" width="450" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="11906"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="8943"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://myvlog.im.tv/?id=784206&amp;mid=464935&amp;amp;album=0"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://myvlog.im.tv/?id=784206&amp;mid=464935&amp;amp;album=0"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://myvlog.im.tv/?id=" mid="464935&amp;album=" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" width="'450'" height="'338'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;卓文萱&amp;曹格-梁山伯与茱丽叶 - I'm in love with this song!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="338" width="450" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="11906"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="8943"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://myvlog.im.tv/?id=172539&amp;amp;mid=263187&amp;album=0"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://myvlog.im.tv/?id=172539&amp;amp;mid=263187&amp;album=0"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://myvlog.im.tv/?id=" mid="263187&amp;album=" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" width="'450'" height="'338'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my FAVOURITE IDOL! - Lin Jun Jie! Hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of his song! There's the english version! Down- JJ Lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="338" width="450" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="11906"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="8943"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://myvlog.im.tv/?id=473622&amp;amp;mid=338318&amp;album=0"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://myvlog.im.tv/?id=473622&amp;amp;mid=338318&amp;album=0"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://myvlog.im.tv/?id=" mid="338318&amp;album=" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" width="'450'" height="'338'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being racist. Just that I can't find that english videos which I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOO!!! I finally uploaded the GM session into im.tv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="338" width="450" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="11906"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="8943"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://myvlog.im.tv/?id=968091&amp;amp;amp;mid=535854&amp;album=0"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://myvlog.im.tv/?id=968091&amp;amp;amp;mid=535854&amp;amp;album=0"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://myvlog.im.tv/?id=" mid="535854&amp;album=" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" width="'450'" height="'338'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much clearer than youtube! HEHEHE... And I realised they were conversing in malay. LOL. Anybody want the video?? Hahaha... I'm only giving to those who are IN the video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. Enough for today. Will upload more video next time. Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-3096768856523013047?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3096768856523013047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=3096768856523013047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/3096768856523013047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/3096768856523013047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/01/videos-upload.html' title='Videos upload!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-3085597825591659732</id><published>2007-01-06T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T15:19:12.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long WEEK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been some time since I've blogged. I'm so busy with my stuff and I'm so sorry if I couldn't go to any dates cause I'm freaking packed and busy this month. But anyway, pictures which I promised! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2nd Jan 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's only the 2nd the of whole new 2007 and 1st time meeting the old gang. And as usual, I thought to myself: why the hell should I wake up so early. It's not as if they will be early for our outing though its 2007 now. As what I had expected, everyone was LATE. There were MeiFang (Kat), Daniel, Ercong, Yee Joo, XiangZhou and Eddison who went k-box with me on 2nd Jan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yadda yadda yadda. Pictures below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZ_G40hW9aI/AAAAAAAAAFY/P-BpEAd7XU0/s1600-h/SP_A0484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016947189387556258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZ_G40hW9aI/AAAAAAAAAFY/P-BpEAd7XU0/s400/SP_A0484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;XiangZhou (Joy) and Eddison.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZ_G40hW9bI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kREET0FtCH8/s1600-h/SP_A0486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016947189387556274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZ_G40hW9bI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kREET0FtCH8/s400/SP_A0486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eddison, Ercong and Daniel. (Singing except Eddy)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZ_G40hW9cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mlXiOH1UMOM/s1600-h/SP_A0487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016947189387556290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZ_G40hW9cI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mlXiOH1UMOM/s400/SP_A0487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kat - posing for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZ_G5EhW9dI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SUJfgQZyx1E/s1600-h/SP_A0488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016947193682523602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZ_G5EhW9dI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SUJfgQZyx1E/s400/SP_A0488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Joo! Avoiding my phone from taking pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016947185092588946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZ_G4khW9ZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZeuVpTDiFAs/s400/02.01.07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After Kbox, I asked a lady tending her shop to help us take picture without me knowing that the lady, whom I sought help from, was actually a pregnent. So good of her to help. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Come to think of it, this picture made me feel that we were asking Ercong to sign his autograph for us and taking picture at the same time. =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After photo-session, we went to Bishan where Eddy (heartless) meet his girlfriend and deserted us, watched movie- Blood Diamond - which is a fabulous show and I highly recommend you all to watch it cause there'smeaning to it. Lucky me that I don't really have any diamond with me if not, I'll be damn guilty after watching that movie. Daniel didn't watch movie with us cause he had something on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We went to Haagan Daz for ice-cream. Yummy!! And I spent alot of that day. *Sigh* Difficult for me to save money especially when I always spend alot on food!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3rd Jan 2007.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1st day of school in year 2007 and lots of problems came up already. But good news is, our group did well for Finance! I must really thank Nasreen, Marcel, Kia How and Felicia for all the hard work. It's worth it going back to school on Boxing Day just to hand in the project. ^^ And we went back to school on wednesday just to attend Finance. =.= But afterwhich, we went to Mac for lunch and hurried to do MM project. I hate MM (marketing management). I like the module. But I hate the project!!!!! It had cost us so much problems and even friendship was at risk. There's still the bloody presentation next week. *Sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There was Giordano last rehearsal too.. I left Bec and Daph shortly after our short MM meeting. Went to help out at the fashion show and met the little kids who are doing the walk as well. They are so CUTE! There were 3 girls and 2 boys: Nicole, Sabrina, Jolin, Javier and Max (hope I'm not wrong). I partnered with Javier and he is sooooo naughty, and cheeky. Haha.. Too much sugar. So glad to hear that Jolin and Nicole like me alot! ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;GM was fun as usual. Lots of happenings going around which I think, you should experience it, not for me to tell. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O!!!!! Video to SHOW!!!! First time that I used youtube.com to upload a video! Haha.. Taken in GM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g_EA3k4hJps"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g_EA3k4hJps" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope you all will enjoy the video!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4th Jan 2007&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;GIORDANO FASHION SHOW!!! Excited yet nervous. Everything went smoothly except that I 'jumped' queue. Oops. I was not suppose to walk before Pam, but, Oops! But other then that, it was good! I wore a grey top and jeans shorts. Looked auntie. Haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016954838724310530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZ_N2EhW9gI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Al_vdfk6QAs/s400/mel8830xb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Attended Jap and HR. Quite okie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Projects again which made me fedup!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5th Jan 2007&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The LAST day for Giordana Show!!!!! PICTURES which I kope from Melvin Mah! Remember the photographer who helped A-team took Christmas Party pictures last year? Cindy sought for his help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016954834429343202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZ_N10hW9eI/AAAAAAAAAF4/3FHnmOpBGI0/s400/mel8847zg9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had to change my top to other top cause of some reasons. But nevermind. Who will even care about me. Anyway, above is me, being put on make-up by this pretty lady called Audrey. She's GOOD at helping people to put on make-up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016954838724310514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZ_N2EhW9fI/AAAAAAAAAGA/u691Er3oxOk/s400/mel8856jb9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He is my partner who went up the stage with me for the Giordana Children Showcase. Don;t know how to spell his name! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oops! CINDY!! HOW TO SPELL HIS NAME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016954843019277858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZ_N2UhW9iI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rBp1nskaq-I/s400/giordanosv6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I looked ugly in the pictures. AHHHH!!!! I looked ugly on that day!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Khairul asked me why I was wearing an army top. =.= He couldn't see that it was actually flower design.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016954838724310546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZ_N2EhW9hI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xmc2JRN6KqA/s400/mel9273ks7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last picture we took for the walk. I looked fat as usual.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rushed for ICT presentation rehearsal. Then only our group was presenting on yesterday as anothrr group had presented the day before due to some reason. Think we did rather badly for the ICT presentation answering time because we don't understand what the tutor meant when he asked us the question. ICT ended within 20minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We rushed out our MM project. Sucky but yeah. I didn't do much for this project. *Sigh* Won't talked more about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Met with Shachin for &lt;strike&gt;lunch&lt;/strike&gt; dinner but we had to go to the driving centre first because that monkey want to enrol himself into the driving school. I was famished!!! Did not eat the whole day and yet, we have to wait as there were a long queue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yadda yadda yadda.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Went Causeway Point to have out dinner. Pasta Mania again but I still love it! We walked around at CWP but left at 7.30pm cause he had to meet his friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TODAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I did nothing but watch taiwan drama. HAHAA. Yup. The WHOLE day watching the show! Failed to do my tutorial but I'll do it and I promise to do it tomorrow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mum wanna sleep. So I have to stop typing and go to sleep. Current time is 12.50am- 7th Jan 2007. Life has been fufilling for me, what about you? Wonder how's Kat. If I'm not wrong, she should be back from her trip to Thailand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope you guys are doing great. Love ya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-3085597825591659732?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3085597825591659732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=3085597825591659732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/3085597825591659732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/3085597825591659732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/01/long-week.html' title='Long WEEK!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZ_G40hW9aI/AAAAAAAAAFY/P-BpEAd7XU0/s72-c/SP_A0484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-1526952120237020588</id><published>2007-01-01T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T22:54:48.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liang Shan Bo yu Zhu Li Ye by artist Zhuo Wen Xuan &amp; Cao Ge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been changing songs. This time round, I've found a song which has been in the commercials for some time. It's a chinese love song which I myself is currently in love with! HAHA..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Liang Shan Bo yu Zhu Li Ye (Juliet) by artist Zhuo Wen Xuan &amp; Cao Ge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;English, there's Romeo and Juliet. Chinese, there's Liang Shan Bo and Zhu Ying Tai. So this song is a mixture of these 2 group of famous people. Hope you will like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people do not know how fortunate they are, being love by someone, regardless you like him/her or not. The person is just still there. From every action the person do, that person means well. Lots of girlfriends like to find faults and highlight the bad habits of their boyfriends. They simply love to compare. I think I'm like that too. I use to do that. But whenever I feel that way, I do look at the good side of my boyfriends. Because everyone has their good points, besides bad points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hearing this song, it made me feel more hurt. But I love this song. Well, love hurts, right? I just have not find the right guy who truely knows and understands me, who is willing to tolerate me my childishness and tantrums, my temper and annoyance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how strong and independent I looked in their eyes, I'm still, just weak and wished that they won't leave me alone. But happiness never last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am being SO EMO! I'll be seeing him later! Hope I'll be talking to him. As friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My 2007 resolution: to be able to forget him and be able to find someone who can take care of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Khairul's family say I look like a malay. Some said I looked like white indian. Others say I look like filipino. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think Louis will kill me after seeing today's entry. Because I have been a fool to still remember a guy not worth any memory of mine for 1 year. I can't believe 1 year has already past! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm warming up my voice! Ate too much chocolate and have been drinking hot cocoa! YUMMY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're finally going KBOX tomorrow with the old gang! I seriously miss them! Will try to take pictures using my lousy camera phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good night people. Hope you all enjoy yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Off to do my tutorials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-1526952120237020588?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1526952120237020588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=1526952120237020588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/1526952120237020588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/1526952120237020588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/01/liang-shan-bo-yu-zhu-li-ye-by-artist.html' title='Liang Shan Bo yu Zhu Li Ye by artist Zhuo Wen Xuan &amp; Cao Ge'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-7410825461726101449</id><published>2007-01-01T12:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T13:03:38.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2007!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a weird dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I was in school, block E, the room which GM was normally held. And it was only me and all the juniors. Suddenly, I saw Cindy and the rest like Khai and those who entered earlier than me, marching in to the room, like what you normally see those in army do during National Day. They MARCHED in. =.= And Shamsul was at the lead. All of them were in formal attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Nightmare. Military A-Team in my &lt;strike&gt;dream&lt;/strike&gt; nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up after that and tried to go to sleep. Then, I had another dream. This time round, I dreamt of myself, moving into my new place. The place looked horrible with my dad's bad taste of choosing colour. And I seem to inherit his genes. Shacks! LOL. Anyway, it's HORRIBLE. Don't wish to elaborate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, HAPPY NEW YEAR! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-7410825461726101449?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7410825461726101449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=7410825461726101449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/7410825461726101449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/7410825461726101449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-2007.html' title='Happy 2007!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-3971084017233322269</id><published>2006-12-31T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T01:00:14.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya Haji!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm bored! O! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Selemat Hari Raya Haji!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to the topic. It's 12.52am of 31st December 2006 and I'm still wide awake. Probably a little blog will make me sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got to admit time do flies at fast speed. I can't help but remember how this 1 year have passed with horrible, pitiful, yet joyous and happy memories within myself. This sentence sounds particularly weird. Nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Naughty Khai! If you're not getting well fast, I won't go out with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One more month till I move into my new home!!!! I can't wait. Wonder how my room will look like cause I'm thinking that it will be ugly. *Sigh* My dad have different taste when compared with me. There's JUST TOOOOOO many happenings going on this month and I can't wait. May 3rd Jan arrive ASAP so that I can attend GM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okie.. Growing a little tired. HAHAHA... My mum wants me to switch off the lights so that means I'm switching off my laptop. Till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XOXO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-3971084017233322269?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3971084017233322269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=3971084017233322269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/3971084017233322269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/3971084017233322269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/12/selamat-hari-raya-haji.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya Haji!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-2981622489659583027</id><published>2006-12-29T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T23:25:29.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZUwbLCvFDI/AAAAAAAAADc/FfTRPQsL-P8/s1600-h/Jean+360.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It WAS/IS Christmas. (Recall 12 days of Christmas. It's still the holidays!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013961304104178578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZUrPbCvE5I/AAAAAAAAACM/UqzG3Uu_CHU/s400/SP_A0451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My godparents' place with a well-lit Christmas Tree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZUrPbCvE6I/AAAAAAAAACU/mWFJ8zCyEvs/s1600-h/SP_A0458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013961304104178594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZUrPbCvE6I/AAAAAAAAACU/mWFJ8zCyEvs/s400/SP_A0458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Fondue!! Have it during Christmas eve. It was my uncle's birthday as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZUrPrCvE7I/AAAAAAAAACc/dTFO499FU3o/s1600-h/SP_A0460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013961308399145906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZUrPrCvE7I/AAAAAAAAACc/dTFO499FU3o/s400/SP_A0460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My nephew can't wait to have it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZUrPrCvE8I/AAAAAAAAACk/wPw0XqMUSS4/s1600-h/SP_A0461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013961308399145922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZUrPrCvE8I/AAAAAAAAACk/wPw0XqMUSS4/s400/SP_A0461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While my niece waits patiently to be served!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013961308399145938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZUrPrCvE9I/AAAAAAAAACs/vRTYBGlh35E/s400/SP_A0462.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And ME! Preparing to go for Christmas Mass! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013962850292405218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZUspbCvE-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/8MmZ_v-tvhM/s400/SP_A0467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas Day itself!!! Distributing of presents to the little kids! My nieces and nephews!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS: I have a big family and I have MORE nieces and nephews than what you are seeing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013962850292405234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZUspbCvE_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/ESYplP8_qPA/s400/SP_A0468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Going war soon! His new presents aka toys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013962854587372546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZUsprCvFAI/AAAAAAAAADE/bXbsqkXxGM4/s400/SP_A0469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Convinced him to close his mouth. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013962854587372562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZUsprCvFBI/AAAAAAAAADM/RFDEzuLR0Yo/s400/SP_A0471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My presents!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013962854587372578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZUsprCvFCI/AAAAAAAAADU/THBYsTz0EJ0/s400/SP_A0472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I finally got a watch which I have always wanted! A typical and common watch but no one seemed to realise I have always want a watch a present!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I went Zouk and Momo for the first time and 2 times a row this week! First experience was at Zouk and it was horible. Probably because we went on tuesday and it was drizzling. A group of guys bought us drinks but it tasted like tastless green-tea alcohol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013967007820747842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZUwbbCvFEI/AAAAAAAAADk/O45OYVdtA8g/s400/Jean+321.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Food was by Sam! She will be a GREAT wife!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013967012115715154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZUwbrCvFFI/AAAAAAAAADs/mf61F9dSXmM/s400/Jean+367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jean, me, Pat, Rebecca and Sam!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And before we went Zouk, we were at Sam's place having Christmas dinner and Gift exchange! Too bad Sam didn't came with us but lucky for her that she does not need to spend her $20++.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I went Momo last night. Actually we were suppose to go to Cube but there seemed to be a blackout so the event was shifted to Club Momo. DimeBrizzle was GREAT! FB rocks! But a pity that they did not managed to enter the finals and lost by a mere margin. Anyway, we went dancing all night long. VERY tiring but it was FUN! Should do that again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But, exams are nearing so I suggest, we go clubbing again after exams, alright? Hope by them, many will be free.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to KitMun and Xin Hui!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a dinner today at Sakae Sushi. I am growing fatter! *DiE* So filled up by all those sushis!!!! Gosh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Burp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And Happy Birthday to Peixia!!! (30th December)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A day at home tomorrow. Staying in. I want to laze around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By the way, I'm playing the song Down by Lin JunJie. Hope you guys like it cause I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;KHAIRUL!!! Congrads to you!! MVP AWARD LEH!!! What do you mean by okie only?!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Do take care of yourself and don't let so many of us worry for you la! I want to go out with you SOON!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-2981622489659583027?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2981622489659583027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=2981622489659583027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/2981622489659583027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/2981622489659583027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays!!!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RZUrPbCvE5I/AAAAAAAAACM/UqzG3Uu_CHU/s72-c/SP_A0451.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-4922659536709068349</id><published>2006-12-23T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T14:47:24.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>days b4 xmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I was at my cousin's place last night, with my youngest brother when my godparents have to go for choir practise. See the puppy? Soooo cute right? I know some people may not like dogs so please endure! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RY0uwLCvE1I/AAAAAAAAABs/w_RR8NxdSF0/s1600-h/SP_A0448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RY0uwLCvE1I/AAAAAAAAABs/w_RR8NxdSF0/s400/SP_A0448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigi! She's my cousin's golden retriever. (Did I spell correctly?) Currently, one year old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RY0uwLCvE2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/w1_lVCfC4zo/s1600-h/SP_A0447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RY0uwLCvE2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/w1_lVCfC4zo/s400/SP_A0447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy dog but she's SOOOO cute! Unlike that monkey's dog. [Refering to the new VP. Oops. You-know-who]&lt;br /&gt;Story: His dog bit me and tried to chew my jeans and shoes. Now you know why I hate his dog. It's a jack-russell. Cute but evil. Bad owner too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RY0uwbCvE3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/OaAwjf2ZLm0/s1600-h/SP_A0446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RY0uwbCvE3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/OaAwjf2ZLm0/s400/SP_A0446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Louis: SEE!!! Jealous or not? Muhahahha. His dog bullied me too. I wonder why all my guyfriends' dog like to bully me whereas my girlfriends' dog love me lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RY0uwbCvE4I/AAAAAAAAACE/5Rwc7XJBN0Q/s1600-h/SP_A0444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RY0uwbCvE4I/AAAAAAAAACE/5Rwc7XJBN0Q/s400/SP_A0444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gigi's 'owner'! Not exactly lar. She belongs to my cousin - her father. My dear niece, Whitney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry. OH MY GOD! It's 9.22pm and my godparents and I have not have our DINNER! No wonder my tummy is growling. Okie then. Over and out! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Khai Khai!!! I miss YOU!!!!!!!! Hope you are fine!!&lt;br /&gt;P.PS: To Celene and Faizal: Happy Belated Birthday! Oops! (21st December)&lt;br /&gt;P.P.PS: To Dickson: Happy Belated Birthday!! (Oops! I don't know the date. Eh. O!!! 20th December right? Hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.PS: To Elless: Happy Birthday to you!!! (24th December)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be freaking busy. LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-4922659536709068349?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4922659536709068349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=4922659536709068349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/4922659536709068349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/4922659536709068349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-was-at-my-cousins-place-last-night.html' title='days b4 xmas!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RY0uwLCvE1I/AAAAAAAAABs/w_RR8NxdSF0/s72-c/SP_A0448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-6909813568637146656</id><published>2006-12-23T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T21:16:16.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spot the difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Oops! I'm love myself too much. Anyway, these are the pictures which I took within this year. They say I look different in all the pictures I take. What do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RY0sILCvExI/AAAAAAAAABM/aDOWSh9Amnk/s1600-h/SP_A0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RY0sILCvExI/AAAAAAAAABM/aDOWSh9Amnk/s400/SP_A0154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RY0sIbCvEyI/AAAAAAAAABU/N6oZua-w0pU/s1600-h/SP_A0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RY0sIbCvEyI/AAAAAAAAABU/N6oZua-w0pU/s400/SP_A0301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RY0sIbCvEzI/AAAAAAAAABc/UWPAwv8fE0U/s1600-h/SP_A0387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RY0sIbCvEzI/AAAAAAAAABc/UWPAwv8fE0U/s400/SP_A0387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RY0sIbCvE0I/AAAAAAAAABk/gaLj_K1SXiI/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RY0sIbCvE0I/AAAAAAAAABk/gaLj_K1SXiI/s400/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the latest picture I took which in school. Louis said that I look weird. Probably the angle when I took this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got difference meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. I got it. I look fatter every time I take a picture. Fine~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-6909813568637146656?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6909813568637146656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=6909813568637146656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/6909813568637146656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/6909813568637146656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/12/spot-difference.html' title='Spot the difference'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RY0sILCvExI/AAAAAAAAABM/aDOWSh9Amnk/s72-c/SP_A0154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-528802733318022974</id><published>2006-12-22T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T18:30:40.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>Happy time always flies. I had lots of fun yesterday, being in Toys 'R' Us and being little children then, having dinner with the Gang like as if we were having GM at the dinner table, running from one end of Orchard to the other end so that we will not be late for movies, catching some views of the junior A-Teams and 'ran for our life' as time was ticking and we were nowhere near the cinema, watching the hilarious Night at the Museum with the gang, not to mention, sitting the FRONT row of the theater, laughing all the way, to many parts of the movie example, "Dum Dum wants gum gum," having a good pal to eat supper with me and sending me home. By the way, Shachin, you owe me and Khairul a treat for not being able to keep your words and forever being late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that we'll have another outing soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh ya! Hope that Khai Khai is having fun at his game, AND may he bring back a trouphy for all of us to play with! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's catwalk was fun and tiring. I was too stiff and I'm soooo scared that I would not be able to meet the expectations of the audience. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true. I think it doesn't matter anymore. I have many things in my life which I treasure and many people in this world actually do not know how priceless they are. My wish has come true, has already come true on the day I meant you people, and everyone of you had actually spent time with me, having fun and yup. *In tears* hehe.. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Felicia: Chocolate is excellent! You are so sweet! Thank you!! Too tired to continue. Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-528802733318022974?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/528802733318022974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=528802733318022974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/528802733318022974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/528802733318022974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/12/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-3791519978206251470</id><published>2006-12-20T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:15:53.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BYMK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RYlAZbCvEvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tMhCp-Y5yPU/s1600-h/IMG016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RYlAZbCvEvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tMhCp-Y5yPU/s400/IMG016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYMK finally together AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RYlAZrCvEwI/AAAAAAAAABE/nBi_qSW8IaE/s1600-h/IMG012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RYlAZrCvEwI/AAAAAAAAABE/nBi_qSW8IaE/s400/IMG012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE and MISS KITMUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has really been a LONG time since I saw Kit Mun. She is freaking SKINNY la. Don't want to talk to her. Bleh.. Haha. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very full and I can't go and shower now because there's something wrong with the pipe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I realised I won't be a good and faithful girlfriend. ne thing is I can't forget the past and there's no one at the moment, who can be placed in my heart. If I were to have a boyfriend now, I think there's a high percentage of me, flirting with other guy friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;One thing is, they like to flirt with me as well. HAHA.. Oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-3791519978206251470?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3791519978206251470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=3791519978206251470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/3791519978206251470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/3791519978206251470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/12/bymk.html' title='BYMK'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RYlAZbCvEvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tMhCp-Y5yPU/s72-c/IMG016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-7207700862991134568</id><published>2006-12-20T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T14:43:33.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RYjbmLCvEuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LOociTdEFaw/s1600-h/MEL_7797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RYjbmLCvEuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LOociTdEFaw/s400/MEL_7797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love. The fun we have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RYjbmLCvEtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7OUX864UI00/s1600-h/MEL_7939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RYjbmLCvEtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7OUX864UI00/s400/MEL_7939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team I worked with (Girls rules!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RYjblbCvEsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3MO15m7vWak/s1600-h/MEL_7969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RYjblbCvEsI/AAAAAAAAAAk/3MO15m7vWak/s400/MEL_7969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the big family I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love A-Team!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-7207700862991134568?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/7207700862991134568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=7207700862991134568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/7207700862991134568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/7207700862991134568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-love-ones.html' title='My Love Ones'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RYjbmLCvEuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LOociTdEFaw/s72-c/MEL_7797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-6218284954883270305</id><published>2006-12-19T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T01:25:14.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giordano</title><content type='html'>As time pass, I came to realise that it's not that I can't forget him. It's that I am looking for someone who treats me even better than he did. He has been the standard so I do have high expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eragon was great! I watched it with Jie, Louis and Nick. 3 guys and me, the only girl. One more person who knew my open secret AGAIN but never mind. They are right. He will never be a good boyfriend, or hubby, maybe not even a good friend too. Anyway, we went Starbucks after dinner and Carl's Junior and there was a heavy rainpour!!! Lazing around and I was so tired and I fell asleep in the train and nearly missed my stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy got me to do the modeling for her but I did badly. I really don't know the right way to walk la... &gt;.&lt; But I will do my best, okie. Will try not to disappoint you, babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICT is halfway done. I still left my finance for editing. HR not complete. Holiday isn't a holiday for me now that I am fully occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever hear before Only Hope by Mandy Moore? I'm learning to sing it! Will prove to Jie that I can sing it! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do finance project though it's 1.30am now? Gosh. Night people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-6218284954883270305?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6218284954883270305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=6218284954883270305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/6218284954883270305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/6218284954883270305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/12/giordano.html' title='Giordano'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-6741141228575799534</id><published>2006-12-17T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T17:41:21.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Performance Song</title><content type='html'>All I want for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew how to sing the song. Hahaha! But I was too nervous and stress on Christmas PArty that I totally forgot all my lyrics! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;There is just one thing I need&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about presents&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true...&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Is you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;There is just one thing I need&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about presents&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to hang my stocking&lt;br /&gt;There upon the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus won't make me happy&lt;br /&gt;With a toy on Christmas day&lt;br /&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is you...&lt;br /&gt;You baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask for much this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I don't even wish for snow&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna keep on waiting&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;I won't make a list and send it&lt;br /&gt;To the North Pole for Saint Nick&lt;br /&gt;I won't even stay awake to&lt;br /&gt;Hear those magic reindeer click&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just want you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to me so tight&lt;br /&gt;What more can I do&lt;br /&gt;Baby all I want for Christmas is you&lt;br /&gt;You...&lt;br /&gt;All the lights are shining&lt;br /&gt;SO brightly everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And the sound of children's&lt;br /&gt;Laughter fills the air&lt;br /&gt;And everyone is singing&lt;br /&gt;I hear those sleigh bells singing&lt;br /&gt;Santa won't you  bring me the one I really need&lt;br /&gt;-won't you please bring my baby to me...&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;This is all I'm asking for&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see baby&lt;br /&gt;Standing right outside my door&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just want him for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;Baby all I want for Christmas is&lt;br /&gt;You...&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is you baby&lt;br /&gt;Repeat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-6741141228575799534?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6741141228575799534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=6741141228575799534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/6741141228575799534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/6741141228575799534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/12/performance-song.html' title='Performance Song'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-9027070767124712763</id><published>2006-12-17T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T01:39:12.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RYQu-rCvErI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MvAUivrqzlk/s1600-h/mel7963re3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009180339783799474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 496px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="344" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RYQu-rCvErI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MvAUivrqzlk/s400/mel7963re3.jpg" width="468" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I love my MATES! A-Team X'mas Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RYQu5bCvEqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/usxH24s6L1Q/s1600-h/mel7963re3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I manage to stay alive for a while after 3 songs just for caroling! Me, alone, SOLO! That's for the first house and the last house I went because I wasn't feeling well and have to do finance project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hungry and thirsty right now but I shouldn't eat at all cause, eating supper will make me grow fat. Me, weighing 54kg, is a sin?!?! I've got criticised the whole afternoon that I'm growing fatter and rounder. Thanks people. Hurt my feelings.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt; I'm fine. But me, FAT!?!? I seriously need to control my diet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That Syazwan! He said lampost is much more skinner. Reason he said that was because, I told him that I don't want to disturb both him and Juliana the other day when we meet up regarding the Xmas Party. I told them I don't want to be a lampost and he just said "&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mandy, lamppost is much skinner. So don't worry, you're not&lt;/span&gt;." =.= THANKS, Syaz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firstly, I want to thank SHACHIN honey for being such a sweetie, to console and comfort me, highlighting to me not to be stress. Thanks love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Secondly, to my AICs- Nick and Amirul- for tolerating me all this while and getting the stuff done as what I wanted, though there were hiccups here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thirdly, to the rest of my driving committees - Nas, Mark, Farah, Elless, Devi - for forking out so much time and effort to this event though you guys have been like any normal students, having ICAs, exams, tests, projects etc. You people have been great, trying to do your best to help out in the event, meeting my demands and all. THANK YOU PEOPLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fourth, to my dear fellow A-Team mates who attended the party. Without you guys IN the party itself, the party won't be a success no matter how great the food is, how fun the game is. You people are the success of this party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fifth, NOT to forget my dear advisors - Felicia, Jamie, Syazwan and Terrence - for keeping me in reminds at all time, helping me out, and encouraging me as well! Thank you thank you!! ESPECIALLY to Felicia Leong! I've been nasty and rude and you always accomodate to me and encourage me, helping me out everytime, making me feel more guilty than ever! Without you, there's no party at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so glad that the party has ended. As in, at least, one load has been off my shoulder now. Got to concentrate on my 6 projects with1 due on Boxing Day, and others when school reopen. Freaking rush but what to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I do hope I can spend my holidays in a more 'fun' way, rather to do and slave all my time and dedicating my rare and expensive holidays to school work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HAVE NOT BUY ANY CHRISTMAS PRESENTS YET!!! Oops! Alright, I'll try to find time to buy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm dying. Dying of sore throat and weak heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-9027070767124712763?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/9027070767124712763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=9027070767124712763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/9027070767124712763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/9027070767124712763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/12/thank-you_17.html' title='THANK YOU!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RYQu-rCvErI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MvAUivrqzlk/s72-c/mel7963re3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-4478557003693046624</id><published>2006-12-16T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T11:12:21.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>Permanently out of voice. T.T&lt;br /&gt;I can't do the performance and choir today so, I'm out of business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off for project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I am lucky to have friends who are so understanding and are always there for me. Thank you to those who attended the party yesterday. Though there were hiccups here and there, you guys... So touched now. Don't know what to continue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-4478557003693046624?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4478557003693046624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=4478557003693046624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/4478557003693046624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/4478557003693046624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/12/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-2431497333785009222</id><published>2006-12-14T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T00:57:51.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 day</title><content type='html'>When people say they can't wait for Christmas Party, I feel so scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the point. Not that I have no confidence, but.. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it kind of stupid if I continue to hog on the past which no longer belongs to me? -Yup, kinda of stupid. That's why I'm a dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-2431497333785009222?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2431497333785009222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=2431497333785009222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/2431497333785009222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/2431497333785009222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/12/1-day.html' title='1 day'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-9179802813147759882</id><published>2006-12-13T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:56:38.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Projects!-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's SOOOO many things to do!!! And stupid HR is only an 1 hour lecture tomorrow and afterwhich, I'll be going to do my projects, AND Safra to see the floorplan, then to school again for CCA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't mind being that busy but, transportation fee is expensive!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mummy and my 2 brothers are going crusing with the rest of my maternal side family, leaving Daddy and I alone with my aunt. Have to settle my dinner tomorrow and for the day before. *Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait till this week is over cause I can rest. But wait! I still have my projects! T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I can do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My confidence level? 8 over 10! Why? ^^ I'm not telling you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally paid the fees!!!! But sort of 'regretted' it because it's not the path I wish to go and frankly speaking, lots of other reasons. It's kind of sad when my mum always say she regrets giving birth to me. Though I know when all mothers say that, they don't meant it, but at times, I still feel sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Christmas party is nearing and I simply can't wait for it to come! I seriously have no idea what awaits us and I sincerely PRAY that it will not rain! PLEASE!!! Don't RAIN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went out with Jie and Louis just now to Bugis after paying the fees. Met a new friend who is their classmate, Nicholas. I think he is the 9th Nicholas I know. Anyway, we were feeling lazy so we settled our dinner at PastaMania, went gift-shopping (Louis have to buy something for his friend) and went to Bras Basar to get Nich's stuff but shops close damn early (we went there at about near 7pm). Decided to go home but since I have not go to Raffles City Shopping Center before, we walked around at the Market Place at basement 1 and was crapping all the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jalan jalan and we decided that we MUST go home. And I called my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEAR SHACHIN&lt;/span&gt; like going more than 20 times and was not able to get through him!!!! At last when I managed to get through the line, I waited for him for 40minutes at the station alone just to get the room keys. Apparantly he had just finish soccer practice abd was rather hungry, so I brought him to the coffee shop. Chit chat with him for a while, that includes crapping, and we went Fair Price to look for some stuffs. He was sweet to offer to send me home, but I was scared that he himself will get lost. Haha. Yup, so anyway, I went home myself while he waited for the lights to go green man to go to the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have to admit I have MANY friends. But one thing which my friends realised as well is, I don't have a close or best friend. Did you all realise it? Haha. No big deal. I have gotten use to it. It is VERY difficult to find a friend whom you can share your deepest secrets to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever it is, I'm tired now. For my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEAR JACKLYN&lt;/span&gt; sake, LOL, decided to make the song loop all the way so that she does not need to continue refresh my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tired. But have to make use the time I have to do my other stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel so great to be alive to spend my time with the people I want. You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way, I have yet to get presents for my friends. Oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-9179802813147759882?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/9179802813147759882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=9179802813147759882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/9179802813147759882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/9179802813147759882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/12/projects.html' title='-Projects!-'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-3274533499141072749</id><published>2006-12-10T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T15:28:09.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Kind of busy with so many stuffs and I like it! I'm such work-carze person and though I like keeping myself busy, I don't like to do my marketing project at all. No no to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more week to 'holidays' filled with porjects and studies to be done. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday performance was great. No one recognise me but anyway, won't go to further details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go now. Busy busy busy. Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-3274533499141072749?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/3274533499141072749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=3274533499141072749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/3274533499141072749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/3274533499141072749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/12/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-6855549814537308308</id><published>2006-12-08T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T01:24:33.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save me from Hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel worst whenever I do my marketing project. The subject is fun, and I really like marketing very much. But the stupid project just spoils everything. I really have to buckle up and finish up as much as I can before my term break start. I really really really &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEED a BREAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Save me from hell, will ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Attempting to stay awake tonight to do all I can do! Jogging tomorrow and it is a must. I'm growing fat and I want to look good before Christmas and New Year. My current year resolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I need sleep! More pimples now. FELICIA!!!! - Is not answering my call AGAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17 days to Christmas!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-6855549814537308308?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6855549814537308308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=6855549814537308308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/6855549814537308308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/6855549814537308308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/12/save-me-from-hell.html' title='Save me from Hell.'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-1696362798015233016</id><published>2006-12-04T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:37:01.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas isYou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel like a jerk, an asshole, a person who deserve to die!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm so sorry to those who I have been rude to and who has been there for me, yet I'm still so detestable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last day of work at Gramophone and I feel so down. Though I have more time now, I'm like leaving my friends to achieve my selfish wishes. I sucks. I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I want for Christmas is you. By Mariah Carey. Hope all of you will like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm going to die from school and party stuff. When can I ever get a break from all those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okie! Back to homework. Tata.&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/23857523-1696362798015233016?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/1696362798015233016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=1696362798015233016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/1696362798015233016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/1696362798015233016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-isyou.html' title='All I want for Christmas isYou!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-6227360817994452264</id><published>2006-11-28T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T18:55:00.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crave for holidays and CHOCOLATES!</title><content type='html'>I realised life for me now is rather rough and unstable. I tender my resignation and my last day will be on this coming sunday. I love my workplace, but I just could not manage my time now, especially now that there's so many projects (Marketing management, EFMA, Finance etc) and I have yet to study for my Human Resource and Japenese which coincidently, both clash on the same day - thursday. I'm working tomorrow! I know! I feel like dying now.&lt;br /&gt;Serve me right for wanting to work on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in school agian. As you can see the time of entry, yup, it's currently 6.48pm and I don't think I'm going to go home any minute now. By the way, my parents and my younger brother came just now! To NYP! We had lunch in food junction and food sucks la. But I am so happy that it was the first time in my 18 years, that my parents came to my school. And I donated my blood! &lt;s&gt; Virgin donation.&lt;/s&gt; It was quite exciting and I really felt good to be abnle to help in a certain way. I can save 3 life with my donation! *Feel so good* But then, I got to know my new weight- It's 56kg!!!!!!!!!! I want to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is nearing, and this means that Christmas Party is nearing TOO! Nervous yet excited, I do hope everything will go well. I have to send Shachin the 'happenings'. Sigh.. So busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to put up Christmas song. Hope you people will like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-6227360817994452264?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/6227360817994452264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=6227360817994452264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/6227360817994452264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/6227360817994452264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/crave-for-holidays-and-chocolates.html' title='Crave for holidays and CHOCOLATES!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-5971853282870579486</id><published>2006-11-23T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T10:28:06.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't bother me</title><content type='html'>I'm online agian. As usual, I left SOOOOO many homeworks not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old and weak and tired. No longer the cheerful me especially with so much work undone, so much responsibilities in my hand. I feel so alone in school. Feel so tired at home. I wish that I'm on a holiday BUT I always WORK during my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's grooming course was fun! ^^ So Jasmine and gang and we were gossiping  together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do my work. Jap lesson later! And EFMA test tomorrow. *Sigh* Have yet to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm annoucing to the WHOLE world that I do not like finance!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life which I do not own. I'm leading it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-5971853282870579486?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/5971853282870579486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=5971853282870579486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/5971853282870579486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/5971853282870579486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-bother-me.html' title='Don&apos;t bother me'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-9050326812249649834</id><published>2006-11-21T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T15:56:37.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aim: To finish my part on marketing today!</title><content type='html'>I'm online again! ^^ I seriously have been having problems coming online not to mention, using the internet to do project. By the way, to the following people:&lt;br /&gt;Sahara: Ya LAR! LOL. You're the cutestest and HOTTEST!&lt;br /&gt;Jacklyn: I LOVE YOU TOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Qilah: I added you in my favourites! So I can stalk on you as often as I can!&lt;br /&gt;YunXuan aka Cindy: YUP! But I'm not free these weeks, honey. Soon Soon, okie okie?? Meet up like when we were in secondary school days!&lt;br /&gt;Khairul: Okie! Will ask you out when I'm free and when you're free! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been pretty upset with my mum for messing up my clothes when we were moving. My dad reprimanded me for being so 'last-minute' with everything I do. And I walked for 30minutes under the sun today to go to my dad's office to unpack the box, making my dad more angry. Basically, there were arguements every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes are pretty sore. And my face is RED. I tend to get sun burn easily, making me lobster red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother went China today with his school, sort of students exchange program. So good! My parents and godparents send him off at the airport while my youngest brother and I were sleeping soundly at home. They left the house at 6am! It's like as if I will follow. Anyway, 10days only. But I'm going to miss him. My mum and my youngest brother will be staying over at my Grandma's house until friday. SO, I'm like ALONE at home with my dad and aunt. I think, I'll go home at a later time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slumber party is 3 days away and I can't wait. Staying overnight in school like we're going for camp! We should organise an event whereby all of us have to wear back our secondary school uniform and play games like 5 stones, zero-point etc. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going fine with Xmas party preparation with support from SOOOO many people from A-Team and especially Felicia! Thank you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go singing and watch movie, go to the beach and have a swim, AND shopping SPREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I feel so sick. Blog again soon. Going busy as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-9050326812249649834?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/9050326812249649834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=9050326812249649834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/9050326812249649834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/9050326812249649834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/aim-to-finish-my-part-on-marketing.html' title='Aim: To finish my part on marketing today!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-2013043187403072949</id><published>2006-11-17T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T19:37:41.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Work</title><content type='html'>Wheeeeeew!!! I'm online though I'm in my aunt's place. Kope connection again of course. I have to work tomorrow!! AHHHH!!! Sad. But lucky thing is that I'm not working on this sunday. Lots of projects coming up and presentation as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad. So now will be the time I do confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to Felicia aka Ah Leong. She has been great to me but I have been so nasty to her. I even threw my temper at her and is was unreasonable. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark is great! Though I have been over-demanding, he has been accomodating and did his best in designing the Chritstmas Party poster and invitation card. Bickered with him quite. many times as well. But he's really a fun guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really fortunate to have such members in the team who do their work and offer their help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE! Going NO connection!!!! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People! DO go for the Christmas party PLEASE!!!! It's really everyone's hard work and our labour of fruits. So do go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-2013043187403072949?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/2013043187403072949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=2013043187403072949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/2013043187403072949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/2013043187403072949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/hard-work.html' title='Hard Work'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-930998484764325</id><published>2006-11-17T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T14:48:43.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebecca is HOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently in Block B fifth floor having ICT presentation. Our group are presenting next friday and it's the third group who is presenting now. *Theresa is presenting.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spot Aqilah viewing my blog just now. Decided to blog since I have no idea when I will be "free" to blog. Oh NO! Their group has exceeded the time limit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone seems to be doing their own stuff and we didn't really listen to any of the presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sahara is next to me. OKIE! She's the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hottest&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cutest&lt;/span&gt;!! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think we're going off soon. I'll blog &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt; whenever I have internet access and I'm free!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tata!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-930998484764325?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/930998484764325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=930998484764325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/930998484764325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/930998484764325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/rebecca-is-hot.html' title='Rebecca is HOT!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-4648228343863769972</id><published>2006-11-16T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:44:11.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;9.34pm now and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE ARE STILL IN SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I'm going to suffer from HFOFS - Hair Falling off From Stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Congrads to Khairul! A-Levels is over for him!&lt;/span&gt; ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I'll ask you out, okie? That is once my works are done. *Sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to do EFMA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I LOVE JACKLYN, CONSTANCE, REBECCA and DAPHNE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*We are doing ICT project together now at free-access lab level 1.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Update later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-4648228343863769972?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/4648228343863769972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=4648228343863769972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/4648228343863769972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/4648228343863769972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/ict.html' title='ICT'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-338846617831741542</id><published>2006-11-14T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T11:21:27.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to log on to my blog but with something is just so wrong with blogspot. Anyway, I logged in successfully with their new functions and all! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirul was such a sweetie to ask me out for movie. Geez, I'm shy, really! Thanks though. Pity is I'm busy these 2 weeks so I can't find time to watch movie with you. But hey, I'm not rejecting you alright! Watch it when I'm free on, hmmm, er, I can't confirm a date with you now, no promise, aright? Haha. I know you read my blog, so here's the note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to blog when I'm like ALONE at my aunt's house. Chionging tutorial. But I feel slack. I really want to watch movie in a BIG group. The other time was I watched it with Ah Leong aka Felicia, Nick and Shafiq at Jurong. Okie! When I'm VERY free, I get everyone together and hang out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just changed my blog song to Down by Lin Jun Jie. Do you know that his christian name is called Wayne? He is my idol! Not the looks which had attracted me, but it's his voice and song. Hope you guys will like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go.&lt;br /&gt;Take care, people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-338846617831741542?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/338846617831741542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=338846617831741542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/338846617831741542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/338846617831741542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-116341331736351236</id><published>2006-11-13T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:37:07.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch movie with me okie okie??</title><content type='html'>I'm currently in the school's fast food area though school ended at 1pm. Why? Because I don't feel like going back to my aunt's place (especially since I'm staying over at her place) and I need internet connection to do my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, anyway, I'm not doing my work now. I am slacking as much as I can. I seriously need a long LONG holiday. *Yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been hectic for me, as usual. I have successfully moved into my aunt's place but it's kind of cramp over there so I don't have the right mind to do my work. Slumber party is next week and I CAN'T wait. I've have never been this enthu about staying overnight at some other place. But because of the fact that I am staying at my aunt's place, I feel so weird and uncomfortable. Anyway, hope 24th November will come fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that my friend is soooo upset that her eye-candy has actually got a new girlfriend, and the girlfriend is actually my friend's good friend!!!! Gosh. I'll be very upset as well, if my eye candy's or crush's girlfriend is my friend, or worse - a guy!&lt;br /&gt;And I saw 2 eye candies in school this morning!!! HAHA! I admit I am SUCH a flirt. Haha.. But eye candies are meant to be eye candIES!  ^^ You suppose to have a LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I take initiative, or should I wait for the opportunity to come? AHHHH.... Difficult decision. Sigh* I think, I will wait. It's not as if I have never wait before, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Step Up!!! Can anyone ask me out to watch this show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is great, but I have to declare that I HATE some modules I take. It sucks to the core. BLEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do my work. Hope that everything will be well, especially ICAs and Christmas Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE FROM A-TEAM:&lt;br /&gt;Please ATTEND the Christmas Party okie okie?? T.T&lt;br /&gt;I BEG YOU! (lol)&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOOOOOOOOO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all! I think I won't update for some time. Don't wait for me. Sigh* Hope that January will faster faster come. Then I be shifting to my new place and have a room of my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope the ONE will be able to celebrate precious moments and festival with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people: Find me a GUY la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. I'm rubbishing. Over and out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-116341331736351236?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116341331736351236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=116341331736351236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116341331736351236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116341331736351236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/watch-movie-with-me-okie-okie.html' title='Watch movie with me okie okie??'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-116291976056869310</id><published>2006-11-08T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:37:07.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to HUIHUI!</title><content type='html'>It's an important day for me! ITS......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HONEY'S BIRTHDAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Brithday to HUIHUI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll send you my love to YOU!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my MM PROJECT!!! AHHHH!!! SO HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is I predict something BAD will happen. Actually, not that I predict. It just happened. Hai. *secret*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys will know it soon. It's an open secret, I hope people will support the event. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to pack my clothes. Moving out on friday. SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;Sinfonia Concert and I'm helping OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to cry.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-116291976056869310?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116291976056869310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=116291976056869310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116291976056869310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116291976056869310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-to-huihui.html' title='Happy Birthday to HUIHUI!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-116274799071425600</id><published>2006-11-06T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:37:07.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GPA</title><content type='html'>My past entries have gone missing!!! Anyway, I was actually talked about my GPA. Difference of 0.2++ but yup, at least there's improvement. I'm proud to annouce that I've got 2.936 for my GPA, having B for classical and B+ for TEP. I've got 2.660 previously. Regretted not taking my studies seriously when I was in year 1 cause I failed 1 module which pulled me down heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after spending 26 weeks of torture and fun (at the same time), I finally got my grades and I passed!!! Was hoping to get 3 for GPA though, but, the current mark satisfy me. I aim to do well for my current semester! ^^ I want to score and enter a university if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to work and study. Haha. I know. I'm crazy. But it really makes me feel more worthy to live in this world and not waste any time that I own. However, I can't seem to manage my time well with my work, school and current home situation. It makes me can't breathe and I have not revise any of my modules yet. I seriously have a bad feeling about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business Law Mock Test in few hours time!!!!!! AHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yet to remember those important points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn midnight oil. I feel so sick. Medicine for me? I prefer chocolates. I LOVE chocolates! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-116274799071425600?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116274799071425600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=116274799071425600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116274799071425600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116274799071425600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/gpa.html' title='GPA'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-116274762058315225</id><published>2006-11-06T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:37:07.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble</title><content type='html'>Currently having some problems with my blog. *Sigh* I'm gonna hack care. Long day, busy life. I have not managed to remember everything for business law! I'm going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you take care of me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-116274762058315225?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116274762058315225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=116274762058315225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116274762058315225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116274762058315225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/11/trouble.html' title='Trouble'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-116221570492998034</id><published>2006-10-30T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:37:07.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Ride</title><content type='html'>Hey! I just change my song to Take the Lead (Wanna Ride) by Bone Thugs N Harmony ft. Wisin &amp; Yandel! Fergie's song is still there but just that you guys have to press play manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been quite busy with school work and stuff. OOO!!! Did I say that I'm moving? As in my parents 'bought' our new home? YUP! Anyway, the new place is just across the road where I'm living and not much difference. Plus, I do not really have much of a privacy now that our rooms have been assigned to us. I'm going to stay in the room which is facing the MRT railway and if I happen to be by the window, you guys can certainly see me if you ever look out from the train. I'm living at the top - 10th floor! Okie, when the house has finished renovated and I have moved in, will ask my close friends over. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOO BUSY with school. I'm so tired at work too. Made me can't breathe well and sleep well. I am at my limit now!! I don't think I can juggle my work and school now that projects and tutorials have been occupying me. So the resort I'll be taking will be to work shorter hours, AND try to finish ALL my tutorials by 2 days after being taught in lecture. AND ICAs!!!!!! And another solution will be I won't be blogging as often as I was when I was in TEP. TEP time was miserable, but I like it. At least it was not that stressful nor difficult and hard on me. Like what our dear Syazwan commented, we should not take things from granted. I should enjoy myself as much as possible. Like the usual, Work Hard, Play Hard. I'm doing - at least, trying to juggle them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to hand in tutorial and I'm doing like shit la!!!!!! Off I go. Take care people. Love you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-116221570492998034?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116221570492998034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=116221570492998034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116221570492998034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116221570492998034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/wanna-ride.html' title='Wanna Ride'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-116195096723096545</id><published>2006-10-27T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:37:07.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Birthday Cake!</title><content type='html'>Just changed the song to Big Girls don't Cry by Fergie. Know who is Fergie? She's the female singer in Black Eyed peas who recently got her new album called Duchess with a popular song named London Bridge. I don't really like her album (no offence, okie?) BUT this song which I'm currently playing is great! Hope you all will like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went dinner with BeeHiong and Cindy. They are so sweet in giving me a belated birthday celebration especially since they did not and were not free to celebrate for me on tuesday. They even gave me a cake. Though small, but it was my first and only birthday cake this year! ^^ Will be my breakfast for tomorrow. We just had sushi buffet at Sakae Sushi Yishun. Hiong and I ate lots of plates of sushi. YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0398.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0398.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I look fat. Shut up......... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and gang say they should get me a boyfriend as my birthday present as I needed one. Sounds so desperate but I totally agree. I need one who can control my diet and accompany me and be there for me. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ideal boyfriend: Taller than me even when I'm wearing heels; acceptable looks and knows how to manage his time well. AND, no smoking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As simple as that. But it's like there's no such person around me at the moment.T.T Pathetic, I know. My friends are thinking that I'm a les now. Hey! Not that I don't want to get a boyfriend, alright!?!?! It's that no one wants to be my boyfriend. If not is that they did not meet the requirements. Deprived of one. LOL. Oh well, the right one will come soon, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should learn dancing now to exercise and make me be more fit. Working tomorrow as usual. Sigh* Hope that someone will send me home which no one will. I think my birthday wish should be get a long-lasting boyfriend who loves me, and I'll love him eternally. Like as if something like that will happen though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love my friends. OOO!!! I have something to say. SORRY to Leonard. I made him pissed most of the time whenever we do projects. T.T So sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to exercise and shower. Hope to meet my love of my dreams soon. *Sigh* Haha.. Ciao!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-116195096723096545?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116195096723096545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=116195096723096545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116195096723096545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116195096723096545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/1st-birthday-cake.html' title='1st Birthday Cake!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-116177180489163815</id><published>2006-10-25T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:37:06.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU!</title><content type='html'>Names to add on to thank to!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin, JunMin actually remembered that it was my birthday and I was really surprised. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PeiXia messaged me too! I heard from Louis that she, YuanJie and himself bought me a present. Geez. Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celene messaged me too! So happy that she actually knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiran and Francis from Gramophone messaged me as well at late night and I'm glad that they remembered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's YeeJoo too!!!! ^^ So happy to receive the message from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at about 6.30pm, I met up with Samantha at Dhouby Ghaut MRT station where we were going to have dinner together. Many could not make it though. Daphne, Rebecca and Leonard were late, or so I thought (actually, they went to buy my present) so Sam and I went to walk around before meeting them. Actually, Leo, Daph and Bec were at the same floor as Sam and I but I didn't see caught them in the act. Haha! Anyways, I really thought that they were late so I didn't think much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yadda yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met each other outside Ichiban Sushi (is that the restaurant name?) and it was crowd with people. Had lots of jokes and fun and yummy sushi!!! They really do made my day. When they pass me the present, I was shocked to see that it was actually a bag which I dreamt of the other day. The bag was from Leonard (the only guy), Rebecca, Daphne, Jean-Claire, Pat, Samantha and Audrey!!! Thank you babes and a hunk! I LOVE it and will treasure it! ^^&lt;br /&gt;After dinner at Jap restaurant, we made our way to Carrefour and bought ice-creams - Haggan Dazz!! It took us quite a while to decide on the type and flavour of the ice-cream. Plus as no spoons are provided, we went to Mac and Leo and Bec went in to get 2 spoons each. Made our way to outside Giraffe where the fountain was and sat there and ate the ice-cream. Chit chat with lots of funny stuffs and savouring the ice-cream. At that moment, I  just wished that we can continue and stay on, no school on the next day so that I can sleepin and don't have to hand in homework but it's impossible! At that moment, I'm just so glad that many remember my birthday and there's even my friends who are willing to spend their time to celebrate with me, and spend money to buy me presents. I need no present. I just need you people to be by my side and spend time with me. I am soooo happy and glad that I've got you people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, babes and hunks for remembering! Love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-116177180489163815?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116177180489163815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=116177180489163815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116177180489163815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116177180489163815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-you.html' title='THANK YOU!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-116162016860063263</id><published>2006-10-24T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:37:06.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to ME!!</title><content type='html'>I'm OFFICIALLY 18!!!! Happy birthday to myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first who wished me happy birthday was HuiHui HONEY!! ^^ It was sweet of her to call me all the way from Malaysia and wish me Happy Birthday!!!! I am SOOO HAPPY to hear her voice!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Nas from A-Team who sms me! I can't believe she actually remembers!!! Thank YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subsequently, my best pal, KAT!! She's ALWAYS on time!&lt;br /&gt;And REBECCA!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOUIS! I'm disappointed in you!!!! Haha.. But you among top 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll have an enjoyable day later! I can't WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND not to forget, Selamat Hari Raya! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue: To add on, There's WaiAung who saw me the Zoo song. She remembers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YunXuan aka CINDY! 10 minutes late or not, you still here for me! You are NEVER late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel thought I turned 19. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BeeHiong who MADE IT!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne who messaged me at 12.40am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so HAPPY! And THANK YOU again!!!! ^^ I'll add on names later. ^^ LOVES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is 12.40pm! 12 hours after Daphne messaged me. Andy messaged me! I didn't know he knows that today is my birthday! And Sebastian remembers too! Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly whom I worked with for 1 month at WingTai remembers too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's Carman as well! She knows it too! I didn't know that she remembers as well! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dearest KitMun!!! Hope she's doing fine! We'll go out after you A-Levels!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Claire TOO!!! ^^ T.T OOOO!!! You can't join us?!?! I'm gonna miss you! But I'll see you tomorrow in school! Thanks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Melisa from Tower Records too!!!! She is also the first one to give me my birthday present! THANK YOU! She gave me a necklace with *Bling Bling*! I'm going to wear it later! Thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jason previously from UAN who helped me alot too!!! HE REMEMBERS!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Friendster, Melvin who was my schoolmate in Northland send me a testimonial, wishes me Happy Birthday. Though I'm not close to him, he always wishes me during my birthdays, Christmas and New Year. He's so sweet! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's Cheng De who send me a testimonial as well.  Unexpected okie! Especially when I'm not that close to them! THANKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MuiMui messaged me over MSN as well and send me a testimonial in Friendster. But there's something wrong with my account. I can't seem to approve the testimonial. OOO!!! And not forgetting Eddison!!!! He woshed my Selamat Hari Raya before wishing me Happy Birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan Long messaged me over MSN as well and wish me Happy Birthday! I remember that he has ALWAYS been a joker during my birthday! Makes my day! THANK YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MuiMui say I grew fat!!! T.T Okie... Will exercise and SLIM down!!!! Haha.. She asked me if I have any wishes for my birthday or not. I suddenly remember that I have not make a wish yet. No cake nor candles la. Haha. Anyway, I wish that I'll be able to finish up my tutorials and do well in my exams. Haha. I think I'll wish for the usual: Good Health to all my family and friends. Wealth to my family. Good grades to my siblings and myself. And lots of luck to me. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling so fortunate to have friends who still remembers!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-116162016860063263?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116162016860063263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=116162016860063263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116162016860063263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116162016860063263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to ME!!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-116153542452681023</id><published>2006-10-23T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:37:06.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days!!!</title><content type='html'>Haha! I know you guys will feel weird when you enter my blog. No worries! You're in the right web! I am currently playing one of the singer which I LOVE most and his name is Juanes. He's a spanish, so you pronouce his name as Hua-nes. The english J is pronouced as H in spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SOOOO tired! Came back from work and the first thing I did was on my laptop. Haha.. Ended up doing our NE project online. Shack. Lucky thing is that Christmas Party proposal has finally ended and I have lessen thing in mind to worry about. Bad news ARE, I have yet to complete 1 module tutorial nor have I started on any projects!!! In addition, it seems that projects are piling up one by one. I need a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is fun yet tiring. My legs are sore and oh ya, my sport shoes and open-toe shoes and damaged (AGAIN). It is known to the world that my best shoes won't last for 1 year and my comfy shoes won't last for 3 months. To Cindy: the covered shoes I'm referring to is the one I bought together with you when we were at Far East! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a bag which I LOVE!!! Saving up to buy during Christmas time. Muhahahha!!! And Juanes' album is in store FINALLY! I am SO going to buy it when I'm going to Gramophone! Reserved it specially for myself and it is printed in Europe!!!! ^^ And I am SO poor by the end of this week. DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you people will like the song in my blog. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till I'm 18! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-116153542452681023?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116153542452681023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=116153542452681023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116153542452681023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116153542452681023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/2-more-days.html' title='2 more days!!!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-116135079765870819</id><published>2006-10-20T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:37:06.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Him</title><content type='html'>I chat with him properly, for the first time since we did not really contact each other. He made me remember that what's gone is gone. Time will never turn back and things will just go on and never wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with him makes me realised I still miss him and the secret I put in the corner of my heart was being shown to myself again. I can't seem to run away from the fact that I still love him though I kept telling myself I should forget him after this one year. I have never remember a person, whom I should hate, but yet, I continue to miss and love him, that long. I am so frail whenit comes to relationship and I do not wish to get myself hurt again. I am just being protective of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things he gave me was put in a box which holds my memories towards him, and only 2 of what he gave me stays by my side all the time. I hooked them at my keys and I hoped that one day, my keys will drop somewhere where I will not be able to find. Then, it will strongly remind me that what's lost is gone and it won't come back to me anymore. I hoped that one day, someone will maybe just take the stuff out from my keys and threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is nothing but painful yet sweet memories. I just feel like a complete fool. Idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-116135079765870819?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116135079765870819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=116135079765870819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116135079765870819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116135079765870819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/him.html' title='Him'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-116133509511963587</id><published>2006-10-20T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:37:06.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 more days!</title><content type='html'>There's really no reasons in particular that I used the sentence as my nickname. The sentence: Languages exist to express your feelings to others. I just feel that it is great that we have 5 senses and everything we do and remember the most, are actually done through our 5 senses. Telling people how you feel and listen what they say to you; holding the person's whom you like with your hands and feeling his or her warmth; smelling the sweet scent and aroma which is in the air and lastly, seeing all the actions done by using your eyes. Isn't it great that we have our sense of touch, sight, hearing, smell and being able to own a voice which belongs to you yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Okie, stop being emo.&lt;br /&gt;But my point is, the sentence which I like to use in my msn nickname, is for no one but myself. I just like the sentence. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some misunderstandings here and there and I hope both parties would not feel awkard. I think I'm getting stupid. I think I AM stupid in such misunderstandings and happenings around. I know nuts about everything and what was going on. But in my case, even if I do know what was going on, I'll probably hack care about it. No point thinking of stuff which will make me feel angry and fustrated about and I will feel like a complete idiot and will fall into the trap of being laughed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures on Leonard's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonard's Present! Treat him for dinner at Brewreck or whatever it is called. I'm bad at names. I order fish and chips and it was American's SIZE! BIG!!! Din't manage to finish the food and instead, I had went around tasting other's food! Leonard ordered red wine and both Jean and I were not allowed to drink since we are below 18 and though my birthday was just few days away. Anyway, we had a great time. Too bad that Leonard and Samantha have to rush for Lindy Hop dance but actually, when we were done with the food, it was already 10pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O! 3 more pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca and Sam made the sign. It wrote: It's my birthday today!&lt;br /&gt;We made Leonard put it around his neck. Lucky he don't mind and played along with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was the front side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which states: SO kiss me on my lips please!&lt;br /&gt;And Leonard was walking around with it without knowing what we wrote! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday on tuesday! But I seriously do not have any plans at all. I have no plans to celebrate it. I was and am contented when many actually remember my birthday and have the intention of celebrating it for me. Thank you! Sam and gang asked me out on my birthday night for dinner and I said okie since no one confirm with me besides them. Even BeeHiong did not confirm with me. I just want a quiet dinner with Cindy and BeeHiong will do, better still, with KitMun along.&lt;br /&gt;The reason I don't want a BBQ or chalet is because, firstly, I am lazy to do the set-up and has no money nor financial backup. Secondly is if I really do have such BBQ or chalet, I would surely invite my family, secondary friends, polytechnic friends which include my year 1 classmates, year 2 classmates, TEP mates and A-Team friends plus some primary school friends' whom I constantly have contact with. There will be TOO many people I have to attend to and I will feel that they will be left out if I am attending to some group. I always see such things happened so yup, NONO to BBQ and chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just happy that my friends actually remember! That's fine. And it's Hari Raya! Rest on that day would be most ideal of all! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know Jacklyn stay in Yishun too! There's so many who stay near me in my class and I just realised it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw many eye-candies today!!!! Lucky lucky me. =D&lt;br /&gt;There was one eye-candy whom I saw him since school today and he was also at the bus-interchange where I was waiting for my bus. When I board the bus and sat by the window, my eye-candy actually sat beside me though there was lots of empty seats around! So we just chit-chat and he gave me his number. But when I alight at my stop, I realised I didn't ask for his name. Haha! Of course I won't messaged him. He's only an eye-candy whom I have no special liking towards with. I am a much tradition person who needs communication before I set my feelings for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for letting my this one friend misunderstands me. He went all shy when he asked me how I feel about him. I just said I like him very much and he's very sweet and caring. So I asked him how he feels about me cause I am always curious about how people feels about me and I'm SO scare that he will say he don't like me because m=of many reasons! BUT, he went on asking if I want to be a friend or girlfriend of his. I went, "Oh no! Nono! I think you got it wrong! I like you very much. Just like, no special feelings. You are a great guy but I'm not into relationship cause, the feelings not there. I'm sorry if you think otherwise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that he's fine. He's cute and intelligent, very sweet and caring towards me, but then, he did not manage to touch my heart. I just treat him as a friend. I realised guys do not interpret like and love properly and tend to mix them up often. And there has been many times which many misunderstands me. I feel bad. It's not the first time I confess to people I like them, I seriously don't feel weird about it and I'm comfortable to tell people how I feel. But they just misunderstand it. But I have NEVER tell a guy that I LOVE him or that I have SPECIAL feelings for him. I just feel that such things should not be out from girl's mouth and if I DO have special feelings for someone, I would keep it mum unless that particular person also has feelings for me and confessed to me first, then I will say it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every situations always happen because of misunderstandings. *Sigh* Now I feel shy talking to people because I am so afraid that whatever I say, I will either offen them, or may even lead them to misunderstadings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's SO many stuff to do. I think I'm out of here. Thanks again for remembering my birthday and lots of love from me to you! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-116133509511963587?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116133509511963587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=116133509511963587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116133509511963587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116133509511963587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/4-more-days.html' title='4 more days!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-116116225761122540</id><published>2006-10-18T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:37:06.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY! DND!!</title><content type='html'>Back from school and I'm feeling so exhausted. My bag is filled with rocks! It's HEAVY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia and I were sort of fed-up with some report. People who knew it will know what report I'm refering to. Anyway, I have to edit almost everyday by today and send it for submission by tonight. And there's so MANY projects to do lar. Not that I'm exaggerating, but seriously, from monday to friday, I have schools and on weekends, I'll be working for 10.5hrs, in addition, there's tutorials, ICAs and projects to handle. PLUS, I'm packing my stuff and shifting them to other places and my aunt's house, I realised that I have not rest and stay at home for quite a while. BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people still chat with me though I put the sign - BUSY and DND (do not disturb). It pissed me. I know that sometimes when others set busy as well, I will disturb them but more often, I disturbed them to ask them some realistic questions and I've always felt sorry whenever I chat with them. Anyway, I am so pissed that my msn nick showed: busy, DND. Which part of busy and do not disturb do you not under?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sleepy but the proposal has yet to finish and there's tutorials for me to complete. HAI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student exchange program is too expensive fo my family to afford. Sad to say that my parents will never pay for it unless I am paying half of the trip. I heard that it cost near $6k. It is SOOOO EXPENSIVE! T.T  Confirm can't go already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BeeHiong was being sweet. She wants to celebrate my birthday but doesn't know how to. Cindy and KitMun will be too busy so I really doubt that they will actually come and celebrate for me. So I told BeeHiong not to plan anything fo my birthday. I think I can finally sleep in and rest the whole day on next tuesday. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawn..* Yet to shower and I think I want to do finish the report before shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chit chat again. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oya, 6 more days!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-116116225761122540?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116116225761122540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=116116225761122540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116116225761122540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116116225761122540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/busy-dnd.html' title='BUSY! DND!!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-116108317721223804</id><published>2006-10-17T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:37:06.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of school</title><content type='html'>Ah! School has started and we're actually still having fun. Time-table sucks but still manageable. 1 more week till my birthday! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O! And Happy Birthday to YuTing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be HuiYing's and Leonard's birthday on thursday. Happy Birthday to them too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I'm busy with the moving and yup, still going on and will probably be done by next month. Ms Soh, my mentor, told us that there will be a student exchange programme with choice of France and Germany. Many of us are rather interested and I AM interested as well. Hope that I can go. But it'll be around January/February period so I'm scared that it'll clash with exams and Chinese New Year. Funny thing was when Rebecca said that she's interested in going Germany, I said, "But there's only sausages and Berkins (and beer by Leonard) in Germany whereas there's perfume and food in France." Anyway, I am SO interested to go to the trip! I hope I can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is only the 2nd day of school, and we are already going to have our ICA!!! It's actually project and we are suppose to hand in on the 4th week of school. !!! Life is such a fast pace for so many of us. Actually, for everyone who live in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother failed his exams. That's what he said. Sigh* Sort of expected it. He doesn't want to study and whenever I want to tutor him, he would get fed up and said he doesn't need my help. Sad. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to shower and continue to pack stuff. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-116108317721223804?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116108317721223804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=116108317721223804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116108317721223804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116108317721223804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/2nd-day-of-school.html' title='2nd day of school'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-116084033762927620</id><published>2006-10-14T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:37:05.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky me</title><content type='html'>Okie! I'm back from work. First thing I did was to on my laptop and write away...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. I change my song then. To At the beginning by Richard Marx &amp; Donna Lewis. Okie? Hope you people like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, Siping, more of ME!!! I miss you!!! T.T When was the last time I saw you? Bloody long ago. And it has been centuries since I chat with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 more to my birthday!! Can't wait! But there's nothing special on that day though. I'll probably stay at home and continue with the shifting-to-my-aunt's-place mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was followed by a man again. T.T&lt;br /&gt;So I ran and crossed the road. He ran with me but stopped when the cars drove by and was not able to cross the road in the end. I was lucky.&lt;br /&gt;And I got 2 mad customers who touched my hands when I was doing cashier. T.T I think, today should be an unlucky day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. Tired. Over and off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-116084033762927620?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116084033762927620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=116084033762927620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116084033762927620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116084033762927620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/unlucky-me.html' title='Unlucky me'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-116073815990017277</id><published>2006-10-13T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:37:05.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything that happened in the room is kept a secret.</title><content type='html'>I'm lazy to do anything but I'm willing to exercise. I'm even lazy to blog. I'm practically a lazy pig - fat too- and BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is currently at Shanghai now and will be away for 10 days, meaning he'll be back on my brother's birthday. It's 10 more days, plus 17 hours till my BIRTHDAY! I'm so excited! But nothing much on that day though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, I'm now busy with packing stuffs and moving them to my relatives' house. Please don't blame me if I'm not talking or chatting with you people-honeys. Pictures to show. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0353.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0353.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear! ^^ &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(my brother larz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0354.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0354.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Swensons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0356.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0356.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0358.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0358.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0360.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0360.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw JiaWen on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy and beat. Been waking up early thesedays and when I was going to go school, some things just cropped up and I wasted my beautiful morning in showers instead of being in LaLa land. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to play this song- Only Hope by Mandy Moore. I'm attracted to her songs. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working tomorrow. AHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I can laze around at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn HIPHOP!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have and am no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to check out some of my friend's blog and realised many are "not around" anymore. So went to delete some links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised my honey was hospitalised. No one told me. T.T  Hope she's well and alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-116073815990017277?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116073815990017277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=116073815990017277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116073815990017277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116073815990017277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/everything-that-happened-in-room-is.html' title='Everything that happened in the room is kept a secret.'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-116047849217057964</id><published>2006-10-10T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:37:05.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>belated lantern festival</title><content type='html'>Pictures time again! Took some of them during Mid-Autumn Festival. I'm going to stay at my aunt's place next month onwards and she stay in the first floor, near ammenities and is accessible as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there was a dragon-dance and those are the people involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can see clearly, those are lanterns and were put up by my goddad and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My godparents and uncle helping out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goddad helping out. It's cool to stay at the 1st floor cause the whole 'ground' seems to belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family, including my dad- the guy in red- decorating the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O! And Chin Siong's birthday! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of pictures. I think I'll change my blog's skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! Working tomorrow. I should not have volunteered but, for the sake of earning more money, working is required!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-116047849217057964?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116047849217057964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=116047849217057964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116047849217057964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116047849217057964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/belated-lantern-festival.html' title='belated lantern festival'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-116046721645830708</id><published>2006-10-10T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:37:04.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spare</title><content type='html'>TEP has officially ended for ME!!!!! And my class, of course. Terrible stuff happen to our "dear, strong" boy and yup, he's still going strong and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is rather warm now and hazy, as usual. My belly is filled with food and I seriously need to control my diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to town with Daph and Bec yesterday. It was my first time shopping with them. And when I say shopping, I really meant shop. Bought 2 tops which costed me $36 and I was hoping to get another top which cost $15 but I didn't cause I'm so scared that I will be too fat and won't fit in. Then I meet up with Louis, Jie, PeiXia and Chrislyn at Far East. Walked a while and went to PastaMania (again) for dinner. Chit chat a while and headed home. A quiet trip cause everyone was practically beat and has no energy at all. Got to know that the musical SuPerstar was rather a success and I wished I would have went there! I LOVE musical and movies. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world, there's many people who wear masks and are more than two-sided. I didn't say I'm not, but some are just, =.= arggg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am treated as a spare tyre again. I'm actually fine with it, but sometimes, it hurts when you're not well-appreciated. Changed my blog's song. Hope you people will like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where it hurts by m.y.m.p. Tat introduced to me when we were in the same stopover. I like this song pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied my messages after like how many times I messaged him? More than 10, I supposed. I reallised if you do fall deep, it'll be VERY difficult to climb up. At least, I know how that feeling taste like because I'm experiencing. I feel betrayal towards him if I were to be with comeone else. What can I say, my heart belongs to him now and currently, I don't have any heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing 1 friend's blog. I really could see that she still misses and love him. I know I shouldn't poke my nose into their business, and I don't intend to do so. It's just so sweet to still love each other and I wonder if they know it or not. It's just hurts to think of the past but it aids in your future cause by then, you'll know what to do and what to avoid. But situations came in every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends and they are my life to everything. This jolly well meant everyone including you! I don't wish to see anyone hurt, mentally or physically. So giving you guys this song, tell me where it hurts by m.y.m.p. , tell me where you're hurt, alright? I'll be there. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling giddy and breathless. Think it's the weather and the haze. Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-116046721645830708?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116046721645830708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=116046721645830708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116046721645830708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116046721645830708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/spare.html' title='Spare'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-116032671504238787</id><published>2006-10-09T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:49.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Table is out!!!</title><content type='html'>Got my new time-table for second semster. You guys can go to e-services to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's on everyday. Latest lesson till 8pm. *Sigh* And it's on thursday with I must be in school at 1pm and lesson all the way till 5pm, then another lesson at 6pm to 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is quite tiring too, cause I have to be in school at 8am and finish lesson at 5pm, with 2 hours break in between. Imagine if there's GM for me on wednesday. =.= I think I have to camp in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to comment. Haha.. All I can say is I love my life and will be at my best shape to do anything and everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-116032671504238787?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116032671504238787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=116032671504238787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116032671504238787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116032671504238787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-table-is-out.html' title='Time Table is out!!!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-116023757685707513</id><published>2006-10-08T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:49.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PSI: 150</title><content type='html'>Oops! I spent money again. *Giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I had spent on useless stuff, but I like them! I bought 2 albums, Fort Minor and Evanescence's new album. Have yet to listen Evanescence's album but I heard before Fort Minor's and had wanted to buy long way before Tower Records collaspe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Sylvia on my way home! Chit chat with her on the train and we talked about the past. It made me feel old though, but I enjoyed the talk. It was rather hazy and I'm sure there won't be much different tomorrow. Hai. I'm lazy to work tomorrow. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet to finish my MMD and personal selling report. Off to do. Till next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv Luv!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-116023757685707513?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116023757685707513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=116023757685707513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116023757685707513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116023757685707513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/psi-150.html' title='PSI: 150'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-116015123252434954</id><published>2006-10-06T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:49.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I clarify. Everything was a misunderstanding from the start till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And till the end, I still say lies and kept all the truth just to protect my secrets. I am such a good actress from the start till the end. And I'm sorry for what I did but I wont want to regret for what I had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a person who differentiates like and love. My dearies, I only like him, I don't love him so please, though he has no feelings for me, I won't feel anything because I finally told someone I like how I feel and that's just it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person I love still is him. The one whom I spent less than 3 months and who vanished into thin air just to avoid me. The feeling is just too deep to spare me from near death at hell of forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;The guy whom I like is different from the guy whom I love.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not finding excuses. Seriously speaking, the guy whom I like, he was the one who gave me new perception of life and has been around. I really like him anot but we won't be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person whom I love, made me know who are the precious and gave me new hopes and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply to say, I am a flirt who has feelings for many people, feelings which people tend to misinterpret it and made me feel so funny and shy over nothing big. I blush easily, so ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad that I finally got to hear and knew what the guy feels. He told me he felt nothing and was not ready. I feel kind of weird cause I was confused by what he said to me. I was so scare that that may be the end of our friendship. Hahahaha.. Silly me. Don't worry my dear, you will b remained confidential unless you want to own up yourself which I doubt you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, am not ready for a relationship. For any relationships now. Cause I'm still in the process of self-healing and I'm just plain silly and stupid to continue loving him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should be a nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-116015123252434954?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116015123252434954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=116015123252434954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116015123252434954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116015123252434954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-116006260937433583</id><published>2006-10-05T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:49.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYAA</title><content type='html'>I'm back home from the fun and excitement we had today! Skip the fact that we had NYAA, we actually had a small dinner outing with 20 people turned up! Thanks to Cindy who managed to find us a place and book reservation, dinner was a success! But I hoped that next time, everyone would be able to squeeze together and talk instead of talking among themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Thai Sakura today for dinner, specially to wait for the Muslim to break fast. Ordered rice and noodles, and crapped quite alot of course. Saw Ms Ng too, with the boyfriend I think, and Ianother lady whom I think is her mother. Actually, it was Shachin who saw her. Crap crap and wondering what to buy for Maria, Lifa and I went to Four Seasons to buy Felicia a cake cause it's for her birthday! Haha. And I even borrowed a lighter from an unknown uncle just for her. Hope she likes the cake. Some left for home after singing her a birthday song while the rest of us stayed to go for second servings: Swensons! And there were actually 13 of us went, meaning 7 left. Waited for quite some time for the ice cream to come. Yadda yadda yadda. And this is the fun part: Felicia suggested to play guess the number.&lt;br /&gt;The person who guess the number correctly loses and have to do forfeit which is to drink the ice water. I was and am still full and filled with water la!! To think Felicia who thought of this game and punishment manage to escape it cause lady luck was on her side! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left at 10pm and I was walking alone to home when I suddenly saw unfamiliar black faces. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Not to be racist, but they were looking at me with eyes which I'm scared to look up. I walked as fast as possible but was later stopped by someone else. Then I realised it was my neighbour who was going to work now. He chatted with me for a while and when we were going to our ways, he then told me that my brother is at home. Yipee!!! Glad, of course. Cause I don't have my keys with me and I thought my family had went to the wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. The only unhappy thing which I encountered today was that I was fedup with someone during NYAA event. Fedup is not the wise word to use. Okie, I'm pissed off. Not to anyone from A-team.&lt;br /&gt;Story:&lt;br /&gt;I was still unsure of the details and was asked to usher the VIPs in. And I actually didn't even know where they should be seated, let alone the recipients and the audiences, plus parents and guests. Everything was a confused and when I asked them a question, the answer was not what I had asked for. Indirectly, they did not give me answer.&lt;br /&gt;So, I went on asking questions until suddenly, a lady asked me to usher some parents into the audi and I was practically dumbfolded! I just led them to the entrance of audi, didn't know where they should be seated and no one helped me when I ask for help. So I just brought them to the seats near the side and left. Then, a man scolded me for bringing the parents into the audi. He told me that I can actually pass them to the ushers IN the audi and they will lead the way. Okie, never mind, so I say sorry and when I was leaving, another usher actually pass me another group of parenst and left, and he was hoping I will bring them to the seats. When I reached the entrance of the audi again, and going to pass them to another usher, another lady scolded me and said I should go another extra mile by sending them to their seats. Okie, never mind, no point arguing so I say I'll do that later and said sorry AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was very tired and was making mistakes. Thinking that I was in the wrong and feeling bad, I went back to my original post and tried to keep mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the lady who scolded me like 1 minute earlier was there, said to me again, "Why aren't you here? You are suppose to pass the parents to the other ushers and come back ASAP. Where were you? Your job is to usher VIP. And since they are not here, you usher the parents to the entrance of audi will do. Didn't anyone tell you this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Mdm, no one told me this. And you were the one who told me to usher the parents to their seats just now... And I had enquiries on several stuff but no one can help me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms E. starts to come in..&lt;br /&gt;Ms E.:"What was it that you want to ask?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No one told me where the parents should be seated and I wanted to ask around but you kept passing parents to me to usher them when I'm so clueless..."&lt;br /&gt;Lady: "I thought you are trained and details should have given to you just now during briefing? So why didn't anyone tell you or were you not listening just now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to got pissed off and just replied...&lt;br /&gt;Me:"No mdm. If details were given, there won't be confusion as to what we are suppose to do now."&lt;br /&gt;Ms E.:"I thought Shachin or Shafiq told you what you are suppose to do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I kept quiet already though I wanted to talked back. I was to pissed to say anything and I was thinking, if I said more, I think others will into trouble because of me, saying that I had attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the lady continued saying that I actually did not listened blah blah blah and I actually wanted to go away and not listened. Then, Ms E. pinch my elbow like telling me to be quiet and just admit that I was wrong. She was like:" Ya, ya. I think miscommunication la. Never mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the lady walked away.&lt;br /&gt;WA LAU EH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way I could relieve my anger was to tell the others why I so pissed and I think almost half of the members knew what happen. Okie la, maybe Ms. E. was trying solve the problem but that doesn't meant I should carry all the faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adults are all thick-faced. &gt;.&lt; Not going to admit they are in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 1 hour later when there's like only left me and Ms E., she came to tell me that she forgot that I was "under" her and was only given details on VIP. Like she's telling me that she knew it was in the wrong in an indirect way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and Out.&lt;br /&gt;But there's icecream to joy me up in the end. Meet again alright? ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-116006260937433583?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/116006260937433583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=116006260937433583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116006260937433583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/116006260937433583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/nyaa.html' title='NYAA'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115998395866980283</id><published>2006-10-05T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:49.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me goodnight</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired from today's going-on. My eyes are going to close but I have not finish my MMD and study for my CS paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days have been terrible for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my aunt for the first time after she passed away. She looked peaceful to me, resting there with a smile. But it hurts me when the idea of not being able to talk to me anymore hits my mind. I can't help it but cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made me even realised that I should care for my family, friends and those whom I love more than ever. I realised that I won't know when will be the last day of my life and even if I do know, it will be impossible for me to last minute call up to everyone to ask about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have things which my aunt had never owned and I am satisfied about it and should ask nothing more of it. When I love someone, I should actually be grateful that there was actually a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; whom I love. But I was being greedy to actually confess my feelings to him. All along, I should keep it in my mind. Because of my greediness, I was being punished. I should be contented that the person actually do talk to me but in the end, when I told him how I feel, I just feel that we drifted apart for some reasons. Just for some reasons, I feel insecure. I just feel that, "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ya, Mandy. With response like that, it just had states that he has no feelings for you! Get over it!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Yup. That's how I feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting my sense seems to be a bad idea when especially, those people whom I once gave my heart to them seems to break it easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fated to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to fall asleep!!! AHHHH!!! Have to be in school at 8am later to do my project and 11.30am to meet the others at clubroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is such a mess up with me around. But it's just too bad that the other half of me is not here to clean the mess up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to wake up at 7am, try to go school ASAP, do MMD project, then meet A-Team at t11.30am at clubroom, do duty till maybe 5plus near 6pm, have dinner with them if possible, and if there's time, go to Lavender to Singapore Casket something to pay a visit to my aunt again and go home, study CS, sleep... Then the next day to wake up early, go school for ICA and feedback session, take MRT to Lavender and attend the wake to pay my last visit to my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be laying in the coffin soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Press my lips and say "I love you". Cause I love you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115998395866980283?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115998395866980283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115998395866980283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115998395866980283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115998395866980283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/kiss-me-goodnight.html' title='Kiss me goodnight'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115988514836199923</id><published>2006-10-03T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:49.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentences</title><content type='html'>I often have sentences and phrases to show to people. No special meaning though, but it represents how I feel. Sometimes, those are sentences which appear in my mind and I want to share with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Languages exist to express people's feelings to each other.&lt;br /&gt;I had expected to give with no returns for me.&lt;br /&gt;Need and want are two different things. I need your love and concern, but I not necessary want you here.&lt;br /&gt;If only you understand how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Life will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the time being, I can't think of any phrases which I used. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly felt like typing all those sentences down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel terrible. I'm starting to regret my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be doing NYAA event since I had gave my words. About the funeral... It's on friday and it will clash with my ICAs and feedback session. But I think I'll try to go down there ASAP. Cause I had missed my aunt's life, I don't wish to miss this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115988514836199923?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115988514836199923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115988514836199923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115988514836199923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115988514836199923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/sentences.html' title='Sentences'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115984332264654350</id><published>2006-10-03T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:49.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="audio_player_mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.bolt.com/audio/audio_player_mp3_branded.swf?contentId=" width="360" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="ffffff" quality="high" loop="false" contenttype="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bolt.com/"&gt;Get music codes&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; COLOR: #0066cc; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif" href="http://www.bolt.com"&gt;Bolt&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from someone's blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I Got Rhythm - Take The Lead Remix (Lena Horne feat Q-Tip)&lt;br /&gt;2. Teach Me How To Dance (Che’Nelle)&lt;br /&gt;3. Take It To The Floor (B2K)&lt;br /&gt;4. Try Again - Beatsmandes Remix (Destinys Child &amp;amp; Dmx, sans Aaliyah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enter &lt;a href="http://www.bolt.com/yukikaze26/audio/1219589"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have changed my song! Teach me How to Dance by Che'Nelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To change my mood now. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going to school soon. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115984332264654350?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115984332264654350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115984332264654350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115984332264654350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115984332264654350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/mix.html' title='Mix'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115983708357469941</id><published>2006-10-03T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:48.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTYS</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful time last night at ChinSiong's party though there's some dispute over money matters. But humans never think of what happoness they hold and always have a stronger feel over negative to positive thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, I tried to finish my part for Project Management and yup, Rebecca, Daphne and I have manage to do whatever we can and we're 'almost' done. Still left with Leonard's and Bryan's MS project. Afterwhich, I went over to meet up woth Nick and Felicia to discuss with the Christmas Party stuff and went over to Safra and Orchid Country Club to discuss about the price and all. Apparently, hmmm, money wise, there's still a problem. So, today, I decided to use an alternative.. Hehehe. Hope it may work and help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are sweet to me. So sweet. Rebecca, Leonard, Cindy, BeeHiong, SawHui, YeeJoo, Joshua, JackChee, XiangZhou and Kat. I love them from the bottom of my heart. O! And Khairul! He's very sweet and caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a sad news to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt had passed away yesterday. Apparently, she was getting weaker and skinnier. And she just left. I hope with no worries to leave when she left this world. She was my mum's younger sister. She was my mum's family youngest daughter. And I know my mum dote on her alot. Now that she is gone, my mum has been crying since yesterday till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart to see my mum like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To suddenly think of someone only when the person is no longer here in this world makes me feel like a jerk. I am no different from any other bastard around in this world. My aunt dote on me when I was young and even till then, she always asked about me and chat with me. I wasn't that close to her, but I know she cares about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she's gone, I don't know... There are ups and downs in my heart which feels like piercing myself to bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This short entry is for my aunt. May she rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me cry today. Today will do. Lend me a shoulder, will you? But then, will there be anyone who will let me lean on? I doubt so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless night. Got to go to school though there's no lesson. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold a busy life, with everthing in it but no love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115983708357469941?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115983708357469941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115983708357469941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115983708357469941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115983708357469941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/partys.html' title='PARTYS'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115971006723041803</id><published>2006-10-01T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:48.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>There's soooo many people's birthday!!!! Okie, I should wish you guys happy birthday at 1 shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Varian: Happy Belated Birthday to you! (30Sep)&lt;br /&gt;To Felicia aka Ah Leong and Ms President - Linda: Happy Birthday to you 2 and Happy Children's Day as well! (1oct)&lt;br /&gt;To ChinSiong and my brother, Jeremy: Happy Birthday!! (2oct)&lt;br /&gt;To Kuula, Jean and Milan: Happy Birthday!!!!! (4oct)&lt;br /&gt;To Maria - Ms VP and Nick (I think): Happy Birthday!!! (6oct)&lt;br /&gt;To Leonard and HuiYing: Happy Birthday!!!! (19oct)&lt;br /&gt;To ChunHong from NYP: Happy Birthday!!! (25oct)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time being, I only know these few people who are celebrating their birthday thesedays. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;There's SOOOO many people whose birthday are this month. That includes me as well. Muhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to pack the stuff in my room and the living room is near empty. *Giggles* Oops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to blog again! And..&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my youngest brother, Jeremy! He has the same birthday as ChinSiong which is tomorrow! Happy Birthday, ChinSiong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll be staying over at ChinSiong's chalet tomorrow cause I'm simply too sick and tired to do so. My neck is pretty sore and I still have my allergies. Besides, though there's no school on tuesday, I intend to go to school to do my projects. BUSY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very stupid! I don't know how to burn a disc. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Wasted quite a few disc now. AHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this with my god-parents. My parents were helping us to take the pictures. Hmmm.. Next time I'll show you guys a picture of my parents. Actually, I do have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture from a photo we took in Thailand 2 years ago. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great family with people whom I love and who love me. But sometimes, because of miscommunication, arguements do strike easily and it irritates me quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are things which are difficult to tell my parents so I wish to have someone close to me, in addition, willing to share the burden with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think, the current situation makes me feel that there's none at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115971006723041803?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115971006723041803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115971006723041803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115971006723041803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115971006723041803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115968028675032628</id><published>2006-10-01T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:48.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy advance birthday to Jean!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act dao. What you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a long and fun day yesterday! ^^ All thanks to Jean, who was celebrating her birthday at Sentosa! AND (T.T), I have yet to get her a present. Got to go out these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at Siloso Beach Resort, nice and comfy and it has great views from the room's window! Check this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the inside of the hotel. And ya, she actually booked a hotel! Cost her near $400!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the above is the swimming pool! It's big lar!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I went for a swim, in that cold, cold water with the guys and gals. We were practically freezing but had fun playing water ball. Erm.. I know, water ball sound wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This are Leonard and gang! Group of gays. Oops. No lar, They are very straught, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the birthday girl with her groups of friends she knew during TEP. Oh ya! The room she booked is the 8th storey, double storey and has a jacuzzin on top!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Daphine being emo. It was raining and we could not do anything but to eat snack, and play Big 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a picture with the gang plus Muimui darling in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0316.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0316.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch Rebecca in the mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We swam in the pool, though it was drizzling and played cards with the Gary, Rebecca and Daphane. They are PROS lar!!!! T.T&lt;br /&gt;It was a miracle that I won at least 1 round. Phew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I was in shock to see A-Team's ex-Mr President -Roy, here with his girlfriend. They came to wish Jean a happy birthday as well. Then, Roy suddenly looked at me, and I looked at him. And he actually knows who am I and both of us said hi.&lt;br /&gt;Stress, stress, stress.. Don't ask me why but I just feel that way. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole main cake cutting event ended, many left and only left total 4 girls and 8guys, I think, in the room. We played games and punishment was asked to drink. After drinking 3 cups, I was RED and I knew I had to stop. I think my allergies to alcohol had become worse. I won't drink any alcoholic drinks anymore. The guys were great la. Really acted like what a gentleman should do. Muimui was sweet to give me a wet tower and I was getting high during that moment. I was sober, okie! I knew what was going on and what I was doing. Zheyan and I were going to the toilet time after time cause we drank too much. I didn't know she studys in NYP-nursing! Hehe.. And I knew soooo many people last night. As in, I knew them better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current condition is, I'm having itchy skin and growing spots-like things on my back.It is like when I eat seafood and that was what I get as well. I feel itchy, my body is RED, and I feel warm.&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'll get better by NYAA event. I don't wish to be a crab on the event itself. Haha.. But anyway, I got better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right by asking you that question. That if I have never initiated to sms, would you even want to contact me. Haha.. I don't know. Maybe, to you, for you, you do not have feelings for me. But to me, it meant alot. ^^ I know what to do. No worries, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired from staying up late last night and sharing bed with so many people. But it was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* School's tomorrow and I have to do my project.&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything but lala land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115968028675032628?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115968028675032628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115968028675032628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115968028675032628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115968028675032628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-advance-birthday-to-jean.html' title='Happy advance birthday to Jean!!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115955164823376758</id><published>2006-09-30T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:48.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Louis is NOT my boyfriend</title><content type='html'>*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I repeat again and for a thousand times, Louis IS NOT my boyfriend!!! Haha.. I'm not mad or something, but it's hilarious to always hear that my 'gay friend' has always been mistaken as my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am single and semi-available. Semi-available meant that I am free to go out, but only free to those whom I wish to go out with (oops..) and I have someone else whom I like already. *Shy* Hahahaha... Ya, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So conclusion: I DON'T HAVE ANY BOYFRIEND!!! But, I do have someone I like. Whom I don't know how he feels about me. Okie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OoooO! Haha. I did a 'couragous' thing last night. And I felt stupid and was a fool. Haha.Stupid you... I'm gonna skin YOU alive!!!! But... Can I be a little greedy to find out how do you feel about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Sentosa tomorrow! Whee...!!! And I have yet pack my stuff. Haha.. I think I'll be pretty left alone tomorrow. Can anyone chit chat with me? OOO... And that means, I won't be around till tuesday to blog! Geez.. That's pretty long. No worries. I have my phone which you people can find me through smsing and calling! That's like, I don't think anyone will contact me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch Jackie Chan's new movie. The B plan or don't know what is it called. Watched with Daniel, Eddison, Joy and Kat. It was rather funny and there were some sad scenes which I myself nearly cried. Haha.. You guys should watch it. I think people like Hasrul will like it. He likes babies, right? Me too! When they are cute and not crying. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm chatting with Khairul and we're discussing how to make me tan-looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ever minute now, my eyes feel like closing and shutting down. *Yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing. To him: The reason I don't like to use sms or MSN to chat and talk to you is because, whatever I say, I hope to see your reaction. It feels weird for me to tell you something and I don't know how you feel especially when you didn't really tell me anything. Haha. Whatever. As if you care. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you will see this or not, but, tell me how you feel about me? Haha. Eh... Better not. I don't really like disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K people. Off to sleep. Night and take lots of care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115955164823376758?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115955164823376758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115955164823376758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115955164823376758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115955164823376758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/louis-is-not-my-boyfriend.html' title='Louis is NOT my boyfriend'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115944407349825170</id><published>2006-09-28T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:48.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>foolish thinking</title><content type='html'>Okie. Here's the thing. I am feeling so fustrated now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things in my mind and I don't know who to talk to because EVERYONE is not free. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to let them out of my head instead of bottling them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. I talked to him yesterday. Not really much of a talking. I was actually chatting with him over the internet. And that was before I went for gym. Then, he did replied. But it was about 5plus and he had already went offline. AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill me, alright? I'm in pain to have so much unnecessary stuff in my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope.. That someone will be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do me a favour.&lt;br /&gt;Can you be here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like as if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope miracle will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115944407349825170?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115944407349825170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115944407349825170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115944407349825170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115944407349825170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/foolish-thinking.html' title='foolish thinking'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115943205748115497</id><published>2006-09-28T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:48.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You do love him</title><content type='html'>I'm currently in the school library - again- and I can't sign in to the bloody MSN!!!! Arg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, our project is halfway finish and we have total of 4 ICAs to go. Yeah... *Sigh* No holidays, long holidays I meant. I feel like going to Thailand though I'ver been there 3 tmes for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should go home now. Okie. Hope I can use MSN at home. Arg!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115943205748115497?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115943205748115497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115943205748115497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115943205748115497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115943205748115497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-do-love-him.html' title='You do love him'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115937045340899667</id><published>2006-09-27T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:48.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna Be With You</title><content type='html'>Come to think of it. For the time being, it'll be this song again. Sorry people. I'll wait till next monday to change the song. Muhahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;I Wanna Be With You by Mandy Moore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becuase that's the song, this is the song, which I want to share with you. That's how I feel. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lovely right? I know! Haha.. Sweeten up you people life, okie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's tomorrow! Dreadful. I've yet complete my project. Gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. I want to ask you! Are you running away from me? Because for a reason or two, I felt that way. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for friday! I'll be seeing EVERYONE I miss on friday!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be seeing some A-Team pals on friday to collect blazer. Meet at 12pm outside SAO alrightie??? I miss you, I miss you, I miss you!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm meeting the gang on friday for movies! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have project and Christmas Party thingy clash on friday morning. DIE! =.=&lt;br /&gt;Kill me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115937045340899667?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115937045340899667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115937045340899667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115937045340899667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115937045340899667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-wanna-be-with-you.html' title='I wanna Be With You'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115935365818283100</id><published>2006-09-27T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:48.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Playlist</title><content type='html'>The current playlist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse McCartney - Beautiful Soul&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna - Pon De Replay&lt;br /&gt;Jojo - Leave&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera - What A Girl Wants&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Lopez - Love Don't Cost A Thing&lt;br /&gt;Fort Minor - Where'd You Go&lt;br /&gt;Fort Minor - Back Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And currently, you are lsitening to We belong together by Mariah Carey. I intend to change my blog song every week so all of you can hear what I'm currently listening. The song I wanna be with you by Mandy Moore is nice. But then, hear too much of it is bad for heart. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from gym. BeeHiong still can run!!!! My stamina lacks, as usual. But I'm not as tired as I used to be. It's still not enough of exercise for me!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to talk about but anyway, I'm hungry. Off to makan. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo! Love Love!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115935365818283100?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115935365818283100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115935365818283100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115935365818283100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115935365818283100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/current-playlist_27.html' title='Current Playlist'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115932943839079335</id><published>2006-09-27T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:48.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym day</title><content type='html'>Whee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10.30am today and it's considered early for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted the song I wanna be with you by Mandy Moore! Hope you guys will like it cause I LOVE it! Imagine if someone asked me to listen a song so similar and tell me that is how he feels and wants, AHHH!!! That will be romantic la!!! Erm, provided that he's the guy of my dreams. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the gym later with BeeBee!!!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;It's been ancient time since I last went. I need to do some serious workout before this coming saturday! Wheeee!! Going to celebrate Jean's birthday at Sentosa. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie. Finally the picture moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current look of my house. Pathetic, I know. It looks like any common storeroom. Okie, fine. Worse than any common storeroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/1600/SP_A0282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/200/SP_A0282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And welcome to the dining area. Ya, I know it looks like warehouse. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a story which touches my heart. It is an animated film made by students for their exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kelly and Aaron are good friends and they share every little things together. They have crashes with each other but none of them took the initiative to express their feelings. Due to work, Aaron had to leave for another country. Just when Aaron was about to pluck out his courage and told Kelly how he feels, Kelly told him that she has a crash on someone and she don't know how to express her feelings to him. Aaron, didn't know that Kelly was refering to him, was heartbroken and thought that Kelly has someone else whom she likes. All Aaron told Kelly was," Good luck and All the best to you," then he left. Kelly was heart-broken as well and thought that Aaron knew whom she was refering himself and had rejected her. All started and ended with miscommunication and misinterpretation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3 years later, Aaron came back for a short break and visit every of his friends including Kelly. Both of their feelings have not change over the 3 years and they misses each other deep down in their hearts. Aaron asked to see Kally 1 day before he leaves for work again, hoping to ask Kelly to go with him as well. He wanted to confess to Kelly on that day. Yet, fate always make fun of people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On the day when they were suppose to meet, Kelly had a car accident and had fell into coma. Aaron waited for Kelly for 5 hours but to no avail. Thus, he left their meeting place disheartedly, thinking that Kelly dislikes him and thought of numerous of negative reasons why she did not came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The scene change to the airport and Aaron was preparing to check in when his phone rang. Seeing that the caller-id shows Kelly number, he hesitated but picked up anyway. He heard a man's voice, whom the man address himself as Kelly's father. Kelly's father told Aaron what had actually happened to Kelly and hoped that he will come and visit his daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Riding first in a cab, past memories and Aaron and Kelly flow like a river, and Aaron cried hard, praying as well that Kelly will be fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When he reached the hospital, he saw Kelly's father who was sobbing. Her father passed him a book, what it looks to be a diary of 3 years. A diary written by a girl about her happiness and joy, about knowing a guy whom she likes, about how she regretted not clarifying the guy about her feelings towards him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Aaron broke down after reading the entries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In his mind, he started thinking that both of them are silly. None took the initiative to speak up, none had express their feelings clearly. There's no gain or loss anyway even if one rejects another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The story ends here, with no ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In this film, they played 2 songs which I was familiar with: I wanna be with you by Mandy Moore; and, We Belong Together by Mariah Carey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just speaks of the morale of the story about being initiative and express your feelings to others if not, there will be regrets in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the film from my cousin who works and study in Australia. He studies media management or something and had won awards on international film festival. He happened to came across the story and thought that I may like it since I like animation. I really love it. I think, the morale of the story doesn't ends that. It also tells that everyone should treasure and cherish every moments in life because you won't know when will be YOUR last day in life.&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from Mr. Ben Teo - The secret to love that person even more everyday, is to treat every of your days like your last days of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the gym!!! Can't wait! Maybe I'll take some pictures and post it on my blog later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog laters! - Long entry as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115932943839079335?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115932943839079335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115932943839079335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115932943839079335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115932943839079335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/gym-day.html' title='Gym day'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115926373828108127</id><published>2006-09-26T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:47.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish and Co</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm feeling better, thanks to many's concern. Love love to you people! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first PG- Personal Grooming lesson- and it was hilarious, expected from our Mr. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Davin&lt;/span&gt;. The lecturer was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ms Winnie Louise&lt;/span&gt; -Did I spell correctly?-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she was fun and smart. Lesson was never a bore, when Davin is around of course. I wonder how we will be able to live without him. Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lessons, we wanted to look for &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ms Cindy Soh&lt;/span&gt; regarding our project but she was not around. Some crap happened and &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; actually went into the GENTS with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Leonard&lt;/span&gt;! Leonard of course, wanted to make a joke, ran out of the toilet and tried to 'lock' Rebecca inside the toilet. Many pass by and some actually knew Rebecca! It was hilarious. Bryan was out of sight and we were waiting for him and thought he was in the toilet for the physical-unabled- whatever it is called- and Rebecca and Leonard banged the door several times. Oops! I suppose the person in the toilet is afraid to speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yadda yadda yadda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O! I saw &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Juliana&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Syazwan&lt;/span&gt;! They were meeting &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sahara&lt;/span&gt; and passing her some stuff. Juliana is so sweet. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE her VERY VERY strong!!!&lt;/span&gt; ^^ She was asking how was I and it was sweet of her to ask about my condition. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Felicia&lt;/span&gt; too! And &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Audrey&lt;/span&gt; as well!! I love love LOVE the 3 of them! OOO!!! And &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Khairul&lt;/span&gt; too! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love love love LOVE the 4 of them!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after school, there were &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Leonard&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Daphne&lt;/span&gt;. So we decided to go for lunch and we were quite stupid la. It took us 30 minutes to decide where to eat. From Woodlands, to Marina Bay, Orchard to Dhoby Ghaut, not forgetting Raffles Place cause Rebecca's working there and Khatib - cause Bryan is lazy. So, we decided, to eat Fish and Co at Novena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time I went to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Fish &amp;amp; Co&lt;/span&gt;!!! Since I have NO idea what to order, Bryan and Leonard decided for me! Haha. Total orders: 3 Bake Salmon (for me, and the 2 guys), 1 pasta (for Daphne) and platter? don't know what Rebecca ordered.&lt;br /&gt;The food was GREAT! But I wasn't feeling so well and doesn't have a good appetite so I gave half of the salmon to Bryan. He was practically on cloud 9 la. You guys should see how BIG appetite both the guys have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored but I have lots of things to do. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... Never Fear! Hahahaha... I've finally complete what I'm suppose to do for &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Christmas Party far A-Team, and the Dinner and Dance for NYP Graduates for Project Management&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;*Happy Happy Happy!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, for the time being, what I was supposed to do, I had finished it. Left some other stuff which I have to do when I meet up with the gangs! I'm HAPPY!!! On cloud 9, okie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I just added a jukebox which I greatly feel that it rocks! I added some songs but there's other songs which I want to add in as well. Hmmm... Never mind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys will enjoy the songs which I've included in the jukebox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;I took 2 hours, from 5.15pm to 7.09pm to complete ths entries with lots of editing and adding. I think something is wrong with blogger. Oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can I ask you out for a date? ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! The Current playlist! At my jukebox at the left of my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jesse McCartney - Beautiful Soul&lt;br /&gt;Black Eyed Peas - My Humps&lt;br /&gt;Black Eyed Peas - Pump It&lt;br /&gt;Ciara f. Missy Elliott - 1 2 Step&lt;br /&gt;Missy Elliott f. Ciara and Fat - Lose Control&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna - Pon De Replay&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey - We Belong Together&lt;br /&gt;Shakira - Hips Don't Lie - (Featuring Wyclef Jean)&lt;br /&gt;Jojo - Leave&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera - What A Girl Wants&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aquilera Lil Kim Mya Pink - Lady Marmalade&lt;br /&gt;Evanescence - Bring Me To Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys will love it! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115926373828108127?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115926373828108127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115926373828108127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115926373828108127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115926373828108127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/fish-and-co.html' title='Fish and Co'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115919617735310575</id><published>2006-09-25T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:47.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Draft-</title><content type='html'>Due to many reasons, I have to delete some of my posts as they are many people who got some wrong ideas. GREAT. Because of what I had typed, some people thought of some things which I feel unbelieveable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an idiot. Bloody flirt. Shouldn't message too many friends to chat. Even a les thought I'm interested in her. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps singlehood still stays with me afterall. I'm too tired to persue and find my happiness. I'll probably wait for happiness to look for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor on sunday, cause I went blank while having lunch with my family. The doctor gave me 1 week MC, telling me to rest and blah blah. She said I was over-exhausted and lack of energy. And from that time when I was food poisoned, I was badly dehydrated and I require plenty of fruits and water, yadda yadda yadda. I think I've spent lots of money on doctors this month. Even Audrey agrees that I'm sort of wasting money to see doctor cause I've never use those MCs. As in I will still attend school though I have MCs. But I'm still feeling weak and tired from many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many personal and school stuff in my head and I can't think well. Riding the bus made me feel sick even more. I'm gonecase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115919617735310575?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115919617735310575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115919617735310575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115919617735310575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115919617735310575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/draft.html' title='-Draft-'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115910245110038530</id><published>2006-09-24T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:47.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know me</title><content type='html'>Want to know me better? I took this test which I took from Louis. And I feel that it is sooo accurate. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to know yourself better&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115910245110038530?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115910245110038530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115910245110038530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115910245110038530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115910245110038530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/know-me.html' title='Know me'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115906579329305498</id><published>2006-09-22T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:46.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>John Tucker must die</title><content type='html'>I had a hectic yet enjoyable time today. Since last night, my phone has been ringing and I hadn't have enough sleep. This morning, I had to woke up early, to realise that meeting for Christmas party was cancel, then when I went back to sleep, I was told that meeting will still go on as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting was alright. We are near to finish up the stuff ( I hope) and I was yearning to watch John Tucker Must Die and I got Ah Leong and Nick and Mr VP- Shafiq along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, movie was funny, we had dinner at Long John Silver, and Swensons for dessert. Luckily Nick was beside me on our way home. I nearly overslept and missed my stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to exercise and shower. I HAVE to get rid of my excess fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Felicia, Nicholas and Shafiq for agreeing to watch movie with me! ^^ Meet up again, alright? Night, guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115906579329305498?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115906579329305498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115906579329305498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115906579329305498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115906579329305498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/john-tucker-must-die.html' title='John Tucker must die'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115874062884982967</id><published>2006-09-20T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:46.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie fever</title><content type='html'>I feel like watching MiamiVice and John Tucker must die. Anybody want to join me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115874062884982967?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115874062884982967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115874062884982967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115874062884982967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115874062884982967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/movie-fever.html' title='Movie fever'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115866436557109421</id><published>2006-09-19T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:46.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know me better!</title><content type='html'>I'm bored! What to do... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An ENFP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Inspirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules.&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.&lt;br /&gt;You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're qutie the storyteller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Spend Your Summer at the Beach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whereshouldyouspendyoursummerquiz/beach.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a free spirit who is always thinking of new ways to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;And you don't just love summer... you live for it.&lt;br /&gt;So, you really should blow off your responsibilities and head to the beach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whereshouldyouspendyoursummerquiz/"&gt;Where Should You Spend Your Summer?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="COLOR: black;color:black;" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#ffd391;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Deadly Sins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffce93"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greed&lt;/strong&gt;: 60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc995"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride&lt;/strong&gt;: 60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc498"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Envy&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbf9a"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb99c"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sloth&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb49e"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gluttony&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffafa1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrath&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffaaa3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chance You'll Go to Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa5a5"&gt;You will die love and feared by many. And you'll be buried in a tomb.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsinfulareyouquiz/"&gt;How Sinful Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Walnut Tree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/walnut-tree.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are strange and full of contrasts... the oddball of your group.&lt;br /&gt;You are unrelenting and you have unlimited ambition.&lt;br /&gt;Not always liked but always admired, you are more infamous than famous.&lt;br /&gt;You are aggressive and spontaneous, and your reactions are often unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;A jealous and passionate person, you are difficult in romantic relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/"&gt;What's Your Celtic Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="COLOR: black;color:black;" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cbe5fe;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Political Profile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cce2fe"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall&lt;/strong&gt;: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cddffe"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social Issues&lt;/strong&gt;: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cfdcff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal Responsibility&lt;/strong&gt;: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d0d8ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiscal Issues&lt;/strong&gt;: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d1d5ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethics&lt;/strong&gt;: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d2d2ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defense and Crime&lt;/strong&gt;: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howliberalorconservativeareyouquiz/"&gt;How Liberal Or Conservative Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Melancholic Temperament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/melancholic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introspective and reflective, you think about everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;You are a soft-hearted daydreamer. You long for your ideal life.&lt;br /&gt;You love silence and solitude. Everyday life is usually too chaotic for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given enough time alone, it's easy for you to find inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be spiritual, having found your own meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;Wise and patient, you can help people through difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you brood and sulk. Your negative thoughts can trap you.&lt;br /&gt;You are reserved and withdrawn. This makes it hard to connect to others.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to over think small things, making decisions difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Temperment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Natural Flirt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/natural-flirt.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, you're a really effective flirt.&lt;br /&gt;And you're so good, you hardly notice that you're flirting.&lt;br /&gt;Your attitude and confidence make you a natural flirt.&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that you don't know it is just that more attractive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Flirt Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Prized Object&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/prized-object.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seduction game you play is tried, true, and still effective: hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;You know that the best seducers turn the tables - and get their crush to seduce them.&lt;br /&gt;The one running has the power, and you're a challenge that is worth the chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a master of enticing and pulling back. Giving a little and taking some away.&lt;br /&gt;You are controlled enough to know rewards come after a long seduction dance.&lt;br /&gt;Even though you want to call, email, or say "I love you" first - you don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're style is the perfect mix of hot and cold - so much so that you have many suitors.&lt;br /&gt;Think Holly Golightly from Breakfast at Tiffany's ... or any of those creepy guys from the Bachelor.&lt;br /&gt;You're skilled at inspiring a chase. The real test is picking the person to slow down for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are The Hermit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/hermit.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You posses a great deal of wisdom and the ability to see people for who they are.&lt;br /&gt;You are always looking ahead at the future, developing visions.&lt;br /&gt;A loner, you tend to travel by yourself through life, seeking your own truth.&lt;br /&gt;You don't crave material things or fancy titles. You have no baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fortune:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's possible that there is a unknown guiding figure in your life, ready to help you.&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is find this person and seek their advice.&lt;br /&gt;It's also possible that you need to start seeking the meaning of your own life.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, there's some deep thinking you need to undertake, and it needs to be done soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/"&gt;What Tarot Card Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You are 93% Scorpio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howscorpioareyouquiz/scorpio.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howscorpioareyouquiz/"&gt;How Scorpio Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Somewhat Honest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhonestareyouquiz/honesty.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do tend to tell the truth a lot&lt;br /&gt;But you also stretch the truth on occasion&lt;br /&gt;You figure a little lie isn't a big deal&lt;br /&gt;As long as it doesn't hurt anyone too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhonestareyouquiz/"&gt;How Honest Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#fff8c2;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffce3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a little scarred from your past relationships, but who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to you that your lover is very attractive. You like to have someone to show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you are able to walk away and calm down. You are able to weather the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting over a break-up doesn't take long. Easy come, easy go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Indifferent Ex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofexareyouquiz/indifferent-ex.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not one of those girls who thinks about her exes - or even remembers them&lt;br /&gt;"Love 'em and Leave 'em" is your motto. And your break ups tend to be a clean break.&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice strategy to have, and guys appreciate your total lack of emotional baggage.&lt;br /&gt;But just a little reminder: it is okay to remember the good parts of your past, even with exes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofexareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Ex Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#ffe7f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Great Girlfriend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fef4f9"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/goodgirlfriendquiz/great-girlfriend.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to your guy, you're very thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;But you also haven't stopped thinking of yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect blend of independent and caring&lt;br /&gt;You're a total catch - make sure your guy knows it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/goodgirlfriendquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Girlfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Cautious Red Light Dater&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourdatingspeedquiz/redlight.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dating motto is "slow and steady wins the race"&lt;br /&gt;You prefer a long courtship to a whirlwind romance&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean that you are anti-social or cold&lt;br /&gt;You just need time to warm up to the right guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're online dating style?&lt;br /&gt;You are likely to take your time on your profile&lt;br /&gt;Then, wait and see what kind of guy emails you&lt;br /&gt;As you get more comfortable, you meet more people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourdatingspeedquiz/"&gt;What's Your Dating Speed?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BORED!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115866436557109421?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115866436557109421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115866436557109421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115866436557109421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115866436557109421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/know-me-better.html' title='Know me better!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115865316603360016</id><published>2006-09-19T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:46.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, as I was browsing people's blog, I saw how sweet they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I saw some recollecting their memories thought they have broke up, but they still sound so lovey-dovey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw pictures of them and it was really very sweet of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things, are not meant to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was funny and likeable when there's Davin in our class.&lt;br /&gt;You should see what he did! Haha. We were watching this ancient video on Customer Service, Asking good questions. Due to some technical faults and it's near 30 mins till lesson is over, Mr Cahn- our supervisor- looked for another room with VCR and TV for us so that we can listen and watch the video at ease. When Mr Chan left the room, the funny thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davin left his seat, open the door, looked left and right, close the door, and try to forward the video! But Mr Chan came in few seconds after Davin do his joke. ALL of us were laughing! Davin went on saying that he's trying to check the sound system (like real) as excuse. OF course Mr Chan don't believe and he himself was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;We left the current room we were using and used the room next door. Mr Chan played and rewind the video. He left us to lock the doors. Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Davind! Go forward it! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;So Davind went to forward it again. It was suppose to be a success. Then Benjamin left his seat to keep a look out for Mr Chan. But within 1 second when Benjamin did that, Mr Chan was right at his face. Davin wanted to run away but he forgot to press the stop button and he was kana caught again! And trying to say that he was trying out the sound or something like that. Mr Chan rewind the whole video AGAIN and we re-watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Bryan did a joke on Samantha and Audrey by trying to pull the door to prevent the girls from opening. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Finally out of school with a craving for Yoshinoya, Bryan and I ate at Yoshinoya and we crapped for a while, meeting my aunt there and I told him to poise as my boyfriend so that we might be able to get discount. Haha... Rubishing all the way of course. And he bought a watch after lunch. $300+++. Almost the same design of his previous watch just that he lost his. Crapped about some stuff before we left for home. I'm so glad that I'm alive! To still be able to feel all emotions and experience every little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to have such great classmates! They are fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 days till my birthday! I'm going 18 soon!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;And I seriously have no ideas on how it will be. Probably a quiet one this year?&lt;br /&gt;Or a wild one like in any other years which I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Legend: BYK- BeeHiong, Yunxuan aka Cindy, KitMun]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered seeing Sharmayne at Causeway Point on my birthday. It was suppose to be a quiet birthday for me but BeeHiong and Cindy was suppose to have dinner with me at Cavana. Little did I know, the WHOLE group of my secondary school friends and gang came and surprised me. Sharmanye ganged up with them and tricked me. And when in NYP, we were having Lab lessons and my NYP pals came up with a cake, singing birthday song for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered BYK, JunHao and Daniel surprised me at my house when I was sec4, 2 years ago. They called Joo to called me out of the house and then when succeeded, they went to my house and hide in my room. My MESSY room. Few days before my birthday, the others (Kat and gang) took some time off and went Kbox with me, bought me a cake and we went havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember what happened during sec 3. Lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I remembered, during sec2 which was 4 years ago, BYK organised a party for me at Sembawang Beach. That day was Deepavali as well! And so MANY people came. Even those whom I don't really know. I felt so glad and fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. During sec1, 5 years ago, I did not really have a celebration. My parents didn't even know that it was my birthday cause they had forgotten about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! I seriously don't remember what happen during sec3. If I remember clearly, it's on a friday. What exactly happen ah? Can anyone remember? CINDY!!!! You remember anot? But all I remember was, I celebrated all my brithdays with BYK! Never fail, because they are my bestest of best friends I ever have! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how it goes this year. It'll be Hari Raya on my birthday! A holiday for many people. Will I be celebrating my birthday at Gramophone working, or will I be staying at home? *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;It'll be on tuesday and I don't like to have BBQ nor chalet to start with. So I thik, a normal dinner with my friends if they want. That is IF they want and are free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115865316603360016?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115865316603360016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115865316603360016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115865316603360016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115865316603360016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/laughter.html' title='Laughter'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115858002725528398</id><published>2006-09-18T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:45.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying from food poison</title><content type='html'>I dying of stomach pain and diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace just informed me that Paintball was postponed. DOT. I was nearly sacked because of that event and it was POSTPONED!!! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying from pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. I had a great day today. But I felt bad for releasing my mood on Louis. He's always that poor guy who always got scolded and reprimanded by me. And, someone told me something which I'm not going to say who say what. But that particular someone should know who is it I'm refering to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that someone: Thanks for the words. It did sweeten me up and I felt glad that, you know, at some way being honest to me. It's something which not everyone or anyone can do. Okie la, Date you to watch movie soon and with you only la. See if you want or not, okie? Thanks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are all selfish, stubborn and greedy. We never gets enough of anything. We never be satisfied and always want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too many things have happened and I know I should not demand for anything else anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say the truth, I still love him. 8 months. But I still have feelings for him. I am foolish to feel that way and I know that he won't appreciate it at all. So, of course, I decided to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.. I'm quite a flirt huh? I think so too. I seriously like too many people but seriously, hardly took initiatives. Letting time to pass by now may be a good idea. At least, I'll be able to know each and every one of the people better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD! I'm dead allergic to seafood, NOW! I used to be able to eat seafood at ease. But now, I'm having short breaths, swollen face, hands and feet 1 hour after eating seafood. I missed fish porridge, chilli and pepper crab and tom yam soup. !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dying from pain. IF only someone is willing to share the pain with me, I will love him/her straight away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me talk to you about my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you guys about my brother. My first brother - Jonathan, currently in Sec3. He has a bad and fiery temper and he uses violent whenever he is unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second brother- Jeremy, currently in Pri4, is another one with nasty temper. He, however, is cheeky and make fun of people whenever he is unhappy of that someone or somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, they fight and and quarrel with each other everyday. Jonathan uses violent, hitting my brother. Jeremy will cry. Both of them ended up crying. But both of them find fault at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother, will cry everyday, hoping that either one will die in order to stop the fight. She tears and cry, always trying to stop my brothers from fighting but always fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;I can only watched helplessly. As an elder sister, I have to strength or power to control my brothers. Sometimes, I would be accidently hit as well. I was considered useless in the family. Not helping my brothers in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;I have been fearful of my brother's violence. I swear that one day, he will sure be in deep trouble if he don't control his temper. I'm sure he will kill someone if he is insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dote my brothers. But I don't know how to teach them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family. But we always have financial problems and problems at home as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when they fight. It's not that I don't want to help out or stop the fight. But I'm helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met Daniel, Jun Hao and ErCong, I thought that I can finally find comfort and love and care. But then, they gave me short happiness. None now, took initiative to look me up. After we broke up, none of them talked to me. I swear I took the effort to chat with them. Their responses have always been busy. They made me realised that they don't want me to bother them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping someone to dote me. I do have people who dote me. But I'm still greedy. It's insufficient dote and love. My family is not proud of me. Even when I've got best for Maths, they always feel that it's not enough. Even when I study hard and finally got into the top 25% in school, they always compare me with other children. They always want the best out from me, but I did my best already. I realised it was pointless for me to even score well for exams. Whatever for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you lend me a shoulder to lean on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115858002725528398?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115858002725528398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115858002725528398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115858002725528398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115858002725528398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/dying-from-food-poison.html' title='Dying from food poison'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115851083286286153</id><published>2006-09-18T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:45.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To that someone who made me feel like blogging</title><content type='html'>1st&lt;br /&gt;Some things or words, we have to say it in-front-of the person's face and are not meant to just being typed or written in letter-format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd&lt;br /&gt;When you think you're in love, it doesn't mean you're really in love. When you happen to like that particular person, it must have been some characteristics or personalities which has/have attracted you towards him/her. But, when you are with the latter, the feelings change and you will be unsure that if you really like or love that person. Maybe because, when you know the person better, you tend to lose interest or what you have expected differs from reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd&lt;br /&gt;I am scared, to ever be in love again. I am scared to have wrong feelings, and mixed feelings. I'm afraid to be deserted by the person whom I thought I can spend my happiness with, leaving sadness for me, all by myself to cope with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th&lt;br /&gt;I no longer wish to take any initiatives. Becasue I realised, all relationships which I sort of initiated in the first place did not last as long as I wished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why, I'm still single, and available! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-END-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O! I'm going to A-Team's outing! I sent a personal email to Shafiq and all THANKS to him, I nearly got into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Woonie's class tomorrow! So-not looking forward to it. But after school, I'll go out with Ah Ong! I found the sandles which I want!!! And I have a strong feeling my mum will kill me tomorrow. LONG LONG TIME since I go out!!!!!!!!!! Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin Siong invited me to his 18th birthday. I was chatting with Kat on the phone just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mandy: I know something happen to your internet connection. By the way, ChinnyChinChin invited us to his birthday party. CHALET &lt;em&gt;leh&lt;/em&gt;! If you stay over, I'll stayover at well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kat: GOD! He also know how to open chalet ah?!?! Surprise! But I got school, so I won't stay over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-continue conversation but private-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, see how surprise Kat was. I was surprise as well when I see the email. This is what he sent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey guys, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For my coming 18th bdae, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am booking a 2 night chalet.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;located at aloha changi there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;must make sure u all come ar.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's from 1st oct - 3rd oct..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;come so that my 6 single 1 queen size wont go to waste..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;muahahaha..make yourself there k..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hees..e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ven if your dog missing, your fish no oxygen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your house fridge spoil or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your neighbour house on fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all of you all must attend horz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wait so long then turn 18..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so i hope u all come see me FINALLY turn 18..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hees.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lastly, remember print this out horz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if not cannot come in.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wahahahahahaha..jkjk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gather your frens!! ^^V &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yours super duper sincerely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chin Siong Minister of Must-Come-Association &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For more enquiries, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Contact：90933301 =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*sms will be send out to all in case some don check mails =X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*directions attached &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;FREE PUBLICISING FOR MR CHIN SIONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O! Hi to Terrence! He &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;, keep saying that I am being &lt;em&gt;dao&lt;/em&gt;. At least I say Hi to you, okie! ^^ Not that I'm avoiding you or whatsoever. Just that it so happens that I was busy most of the time and I was too lazy and tired to reply. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Cheers people. By the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So, do you think, I'm in love with you? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115851083286286153?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115851083286286153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115851083286286153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115851083286286153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115851083286286153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-that-someone-who-made-me-feel-like.html' title='To that someone who made me feel like blogging'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115813687057480323</id><published>2006-09-13T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:45.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick, yet again.</title><content type='html'>I skipped today's lessons, with no intention whatsoever, and just happen I've got food poison by what looked harmless- fried bee hoon. I'm still sick and stay one whole night in the toilet, afterwhich, I collapse outside my friend, calling for my mum and blackout when my mum arrived. Lucky thing was before I really did lose concious, I told her that I wasn't having mensus and was not sleepwalking cause for sure, plus garuntee chop, she will think that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! Still very very deadly pain. Short update, Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Can anyone tell or inform me what was taught in lesson. I shouldn't make myself sick.  *Shoot*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115813687057480323?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115813687057480323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115813687057480323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115813687057480323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115813687057480323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/sick-yet-again.html' title='Sick, yet again.'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115780183497055959</id><published>2006-09-09T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:45.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love story by Fan Yi Chen</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired, bored and tired. SINDA Duty finally came to an end, and I had fun with many, knowing more people as time pass and learning so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in LOVE! Haha. Erm.. Not exactly in love. But I kind of like this guy whom I think he is rather sweet. But sad thing is it's only a one-sided feeling. I don't even have the courage to say out my feelings eversince I've got too many sad endings relationship. Do you think the guy whom I like has likings towards me as well? Haha.. Though the world is not fair but, I don't know... Ahhhhh!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current msn nick - Single and Semi-available.&lt;br /&gt;Louis asked me why. By the way, he's not the one whom I like. I mean I like him as a friend. But no love towards him. Okie, back to the story. semi-available actually meant that I would love to go out, but I'll be too busy to go out at times due to my current schedule. And another reason is, if a guy whom asked me out and it so happens that I don't really like his company, then, I would decline his offer. Erm, I'm confuse to what I'm writing. But anyway, I do hope that there will be a guy who will dote me but at the same time, I like him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do, I'm still young and innocent. Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115780183497055959?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115780183497055959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115780183497055959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115780183497055959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115780183497055959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/love-story-by-fan-yi-chen.html' title='Love story by Fan Yi Chen'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115772519190637989</id><published>2006-09-08T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:45.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Where It Hurts</title><content type='html'>OOO! I nearly forgot! Some people were asking me what my nick meant and Mr. Toy even told me he has a headache -or something like that. But just to tell you guys, it's actually a song by M.Y.M.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mastered the song - I think. And I love it. Hope you guys will be able to hear this song and let me know how you feel! Below if the lyrics of the song. I'm loving it. Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where it hurts by m.y.m.p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that sad look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Why are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now, tell me now&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, why you're feelin' this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to see you so down, oh baby!&lt;br /&gt;Is it your heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's breakin' all in pieces&lt;br /&gt;Makin' you cry&lt;br /&gt;Makin' you feel blue&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything that I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell me where it hurts now, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do my best to make it better&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll do my best to make the tears all go away&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me&lt;br /&gt;And I love you with a love so tender&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you let me stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll love all of the hurt away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are all those tears coming from&lt;br /&gt;Why are they falling?&lt;br /&gt;somebody, somebody,&lt;br /&gt;somebody leave your heart in the cold&lt;br /&gt;You just need somebody to hold on, baby&lt;br /&gt;(Give me a chance)&lt;br /&gt;To put back all the pieces&lt;br /&gt;Take hold of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Make it just like new&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things that I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Instrumental]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it your heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's breakin' all in pieces&lt;br /&gt;Makin' you cry&lt;br /&gt;Makin' you feel blue&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything that I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me baby&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do my best to make it better&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'll do my best to make the tears all go away&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me&lt;br /&gt;And I love you with a love so tender&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you let me stay&lt;br /&gt;I'll love all of the hurt away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115772519190637989?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115772519190637989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115772519190637989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115772519190637989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115772519190637989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/tell-me-where-it-hurts.html' title='Tell Me Where It Hurts'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115772490458936591</id><published>2006-09-08T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:45.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Superstar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/640/04092006046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/320/04092006046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Audrey: See! I have a photo with you (with Sahara at the background).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to sleep till 2pm today! I was dead beat! And I managed to watch Take the Lead! As amatter of fact, I bought the disc! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-team's GM was fun as usual. I manage to have fun and talk craps with many. Oops. And of course, make fun of our dear vice-president in front of many. Muhahaha! Oops! :P By the way, Happy Belated Birthday to Shafiq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Sinda's duty tomorrow and work on Sunday. I went out with Louis to watch Devil wears Prada. NICE! 4 stars out of 5 and girls should watch. I saw many branded stuff and I AM a fashion-idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to join Project Superstar. Haha! Joke right! I know. I though over it many many times and my friends are joining so I wanted to have a try. Initially Sinda Duty was supposed to be at 1.30pm, but seems like the time was re-scheduled to 10.30am. Haha. Too bad. This meant that I can't join in anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOO!!! Ghost Whisperer's starting! I missed many episodes already. Got to go. Leave a cute picture (yikes, I know) of me to end today's entry off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/640/SP_A0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4690/433/320/SP_A0209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao guys!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' 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/23857523-115772490458936591?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115772490458936591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115772490458936591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115772490458936591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115772490458936591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/project-superstar.html' title='Project Superstar!'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23857523.post-115744636893313284</id><published>2006-09-05T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:36:44.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster</title><content type='html'>I was in Friendster just now! Gosh. When was the last time I went in to update my profile and upload pictures and to add people in my contacts. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;Then, I realised something! SOMEONE GOT MY PICTURE! Shucks! How to prevent people from taking the picture ah? *SIgh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired! But I'm lazy to shower! And I spent money again! I'm going to wear glasses to school cause I just changed the lens of my specs and I suppose, I'll be buying transparent contact lens since I going to finish mine soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's GM tomorrow! Finally, I can see the others. But many seemed to cannot make it for tomorrow. Sad. Oh well, hope to see them in school then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie! I'm off to shower. Nothing much to update except that I make new friends! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23857523-115744636893313284?l=gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/feeds/115744636893313284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23857523&amp;postID=115744636893313284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115744636893313284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23857523/posts/default/115744636893313284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gamewithhavoc.blogspot.com/2006/09/friendster.html' title='Friendster'/><author><name>ManDy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09690368490203414758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fPVlGGNDbYc/RgUBjlSBbVI/AAAAAAAAAR0/BayrcFaG5dg/s400/Image093.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
