<?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-7562645268557752456</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:23:00.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>showMe-Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mattheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883590534286320627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562645268557752456.post-2279817113443289795</id><published>2009-09-13T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T07:07:09.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired of feeling blue</title><content type='html'>Felt so tired to be someone that I'm actually not. I don't know why but i just felt so afraid to lose my real self, the REAL me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, I won't even order orange juice with no sugar and also go to the gym three times a week. What's wrong with me? The thing that I practically hate the most is non other than to exercise and to stop eating. But now, I tried so hard to pretend to be someone that I'm not. Yet, i look so... Sometimes, I would ask myself, "Why am I doing this?" but I, myself don't really know the answer. Buddy, should like continue to work hard so that I could be who I want or just be my real self, happy and carefree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562645268557752456-2279817113443289795?l=mybranded-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2279817113443289795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-tired-of-feeling-bue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/2279817113443289795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/2279817113443289795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-tired-of-feeling-bue.html' title='So tired of feeling blue'/><author><name>Mattheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883590534286320627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562645268557752456.post-3458144156698195353</id><published>2009-08-14T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:41:32.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Wai Yip!</title><content type='html'>Hello :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday, 15th August 2009, 12.25am. I know it's not your birthday yet. Not until tomorrow. So sorry couldn't attend your 16th birthday celebration. I know you'll have fun tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3535/3820239969_c66c656cc0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3535/3820239969_c66c656cc0_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gonna wish you Happy Birthday now. *no idea whether you're gonna realize it, because i guess you don't come here everyday to check*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot give you Prada. I'm no billionaire. But I can give you Prata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't end up getting mad at me posting this, instead feel touched okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You do know who am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562645268557752456-3458144156698195353?l=mybranded-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3458144156698195353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-wai-yip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/3458144156698195353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/3458144156698195353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-wai-yip.html' title='Happy Birthday Wai Yip!'/><author><name>Mattheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883590534286320627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3535/3820239969_c66c656cc0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562645268557752456.post-8294974379010023924</id><published>2009-07-20T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T03:34:47.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish me LUCK, mate!</title><content type='html'>These are the things I promised to do:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)practice for my &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;piano exam&lt;/span&gt;... only two weeks left (some sort of last minute work)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;build up&lt;/span&gt; my body... feel so intimidated looking at the mirror ( hope that i can see a gorgeous looking being in the mirror after working out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)walk in a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gorgeous manner&lt;/span&gt;... someone actually commented about me walking like a hippo (for your information, Kuai Yi, I used to be very fat for over one and a half decade and i am not very used to my body weight now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)widen my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;network of friends&lt;/span&gt;... learn how to socialize although i don't really like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)wash my hands after working out with &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;sanitizer&lt;/span&gt;... the equipment in the gym stinks a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pronounce words&lt;/span&gt; properly... i find some difficulty in pronouncing certain words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)be rational and strong... i can survive without you,&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; loser&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562645268557752456-8294974379010023924?l=mybranded-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8294974379010023924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/wish-me-luck-mate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/8294974379010023924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/8294974379010023924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/wish-me-luck-mate.html' title='Wish me LUCK, mate!'/><author><name>Mattheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883590534286320627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562645268557752456.post-6166533986517661978</id><published>2009-06-07T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:18:39.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is never dull</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'Of course life itself is filled with obstacles and problems. If one allows such barriers to prevent one from living then one might as well be dead. The trick is to look above these obstacles and problems and beyond the black cloud of depression. The sun shines for the people who can do this. Life is never dull. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up, Wai Yip. You are never alone. Don't let these problems blur your vision towards happiness that would be awaiting for you . You live for &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt;, not the others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562645268557752456-6166533986517661978?l=mybranded-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6166533986517661978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-never-dull.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/6166533986517661978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/6166533986517661978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-never-dull.html' title='Life is never dull'/><author><name>Mattheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883590534286320627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562645268557752456.post-4131518618507307367</id><published>2009-06-07T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:08:14.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know how to be grateful too...</title><content type='html'>As a token of appreciation to our dear Shanan who had helped me in writing my previous post....&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344493104791897282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/Sit0KZelRMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XBG0O8pYCWU/s200/IMG00005-20090530-1945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is it. I have decided to post this lovely picture of her which I snapped during Lyn's party. Shanan, you wouldn't know how "grateful" am I for the effort you made to reveal my "true" self which does not seem to be much true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562645268557752456-4131518618507307367?l=mybranded-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4131518618507307367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-how-to-be-grateful-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/4131518618507307367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/4131518618507307367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-how-to-be-grateful-too.html' title='I know how to be grateful too...'/><author><name>Mattheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883590534286320627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/Sit0KZelRMI/AAAAAAAAAD8/XBG0O8pYCWU/s72-c/IMG00005-20090530-1945.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562645268557752456.post-5314956304217917584</id><published>2009-06-04T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T06:07:00.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holidays......&lt;br /&gt;Exams...................&lt;br /&gt;Study.............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562645268557752456-5314956304217917584?l=mybranded-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5314956304217917584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/5314956304217917584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/5314956304217917584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>Mattheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883590534286320627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562645268557752456.post-1772166930279294394</id><published>2009-05-23T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T06:12:45.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five ways to make Me fall in Love with Youuuuuuuu!</title><content type='html'>This is &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shanancute &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;updating for bezzie-lezzie-crazee-meanie&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  that cannot come to his utterly yummy bloggie now, for the cool guy with the nerdicious Italiano Versace shades is busy attempting to make good sense of the movie Mall Cop.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm making this the tres perfect opportunity to tell you 5 ways to make my dandy frennie, Wai Yip FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU. So, to my readers, and his, CHEERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1 - Wai Yip &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;secretly adores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a special someone whose name I cannot mention here. Let's just say that he's got the hots for gym fre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aks and people whose initials start with T. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, anyone up for takers? He's still dwelling in singleton-land and game for anything. And, he's a suuuuuper mummy's boy, making him &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and up for grabs. Girls -AND GUYS - , sign up quickly!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*2 - The way to Wai Yip's heart is to melt it with Lip Gloss. Especially glittery and shiny shades. You've probably heard of Hello Kitty M.A.C? Yeap, that's his colour! He LOVES those and swears by the pink shades. Not to mention, he says the packaging is SO KAWAII and he'd rather readily walk into Victoria's Secret than have someone else steal his Pink Fabulous Hello Kitty Cosmetic Set. Beg, Borrow or Steal, -according to Wai Yip-, this is THE must have for the sports season. (P.s. Pink is T's favourite colour too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*3  - He wears a WIG. Secretly, Wai Yip is blonde. He might appear brunette, but he is in fact STRAWBERRY BLONDE. He hates his real hair colour, thus he wears a high-quality wig to disguise his real self, i.e. his hair. He thinks that having blonde hair is bimbotic, thus making him unattractive to T. Each time he sees T, he'll put on his brown toupee and Versace shades to make himself seem older. T doesn't seem to mind either. Maybe he secretly knows about Wai Yip's blonde bimbosity, but HE pretends not to care! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*4 - Wai Yip hates braces, people with braces, etc etc. BUT, he has INVISIBLE BRACES. Wai Yip has invested in a high-class advanced technology for his teeth. Ever wonder what made those choppers? Invisible braces, that's what! If you look closer, you might just spot them. Here's a tip, if you want to spot his invisible BRACES, then, look at his saliva. INVISIBLE BRACES makes his saliva &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BLUE. That is the downside of having Very VERY ADVANCED technology for braces, you might never know what are the side effects, being so untested by the major teen population in the world. &lt;/span&gt;That is why, you must always take things the conventional way and have NORMAL BRACES like me, MASHI and DERY! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*5 - Wai Yip has a secret obsession with DOUGHNUTS! Yumyum and Lecka leckA. His favourite donut flavour is the pink swirly thing in J-CO, with STRAWBERRY CREAM AND ICING SWIRLY ON THE TOP. Wai Yip is secretly obsessed and embarassed by this idea because he cannot control himself when he walks past a donut store. He will go MADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD and simply DASH to the store like no tomorrow. This worry is shared by T as well, because Wai Yip is NOT doing anything to attempt being healthy at all, if he continues gobbling pink doughnuts the rate he does now. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, Wai Yip is a FIRST CLASS friend to me, and even IF he loves Lip Gloss and Doughnuts, he is STILL HIM. We &lt;3 him and he doesn't have to be a gold bedazzled trophy for us to love him more. Don't ever change, K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And, ask Wai Yip denies whatever mentioned in this post^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanancute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562645268557752456-1772166930279294394?l=mybranded-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1772166930279294394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/five-ways-to-make-me-fall-in-love-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/1772166930279294394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/1772166930279294394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/five-ways-to-make-me-fall-in-love-with.html' title='Five ways to make Me fall in Love with Youuuuuuuu!'/><author><name>Mattheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883590534286320627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562645268557752456.post-3320952802510466452</id><published>2009-05-16T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:25:11.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teachers' Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the time to celebrate one of the greatest entities of our nations,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teachers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They may be everywhere around the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Yet being a teacher is never an easy task&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562645268557752456-3320952802510466452?l=mybranded-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3320952802510466452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-teachers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/3320952802510466452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/3320952802510466452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teachers&apos; Day'/><author><name>Mattheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883590534286320627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562645268557752456.post-4087455373494230435</id><published>2009-05-06T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:35:02.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'LOVE'-my life, my passion....</title><content type='html'>Does one sit down and question oneself? What is it that I hold precious? Is that really that important me ? It is a difficult question to answer because one takes so many things for granted and yet if one is removed from our life we would miss it terribly. There's people and things which are so precious to us, yet some may not notice that. As for me, I am proud to say that I treasure 'love' most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is any of a number of emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection and attachment. The word love can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic pleasure ("I loved that meal") to intense interpersonal attraction ("I love my boyfriend"). This diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is everywhere around us. The world is full of love although some may be polluted by hatred, despair and other bad thoughts. Why love, you may ask? I would answer: 'Why not love?'. Love, to my opinion is the most wonderful bless by god. Love makes our life. Our life wouldn't be complete without it. Imagine reading a book with a lot of empty pages. That's what life without love. Learn to show love to others and also not forget to accept from people around you. You may not know what you would get in return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562645268557752456-4087455373494230435?l=mybranded-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4087455373494230435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-my-life-my-passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/4087455373494230435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/4087455373494230435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-my-life-my-passion.html' title='&apos;LOVE&apos;-my life, my passion....'/><author><name>Mattheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883590534286320627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562645268557752456.post-1315009510404269690</id><published>2009-05-02T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:59:05.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much Does Physical Apperance Matters To You?</title><content type='html'>Human are drawn to beauty. We seek beauty in in fact everything around us: that is just how god had made us. Many of the saints have said that man's desire for beauty is a reflection of our higher nature that seeks God, as the creation is a reflection of its creator. To get back down to earth though, no man has ever gazed at a woman across a crowded room and exclaimed, "Wow, she has a great personality!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many would say, " Appearance doesn't really matters a lot to me. I would rather look into their inner beauty compared to their outward appearance". Forgive me for saying this but i think that it is a total 'bullshit'. A lot would suggest that "we should not judge the book by it's cover," but how many of us are capable of doing it. We all do judge the book by its cover and its not neccessarily being swallow, it's just our nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a strong believer that appearance means a lot to an individual because that's what draws or repels you from you from the other during your first encounter. I would also suggest that most people of both genders have a less than realistic opinion of their own looks. Most above average looking guys think that beautiful women are out of their league. They will choose a more average looking woman for fear of rejection or because they doubt they are attractive enough to cause a beautiful woman to fall in love with them and remain faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most important of all, the reason why i post this is because i feel so insecure and intimidated about my appearance. I know it might sound a bit awkward but i can't blame anyone for my bad looking appearance, though. Well, maybe my producer as Mr. Ganesh had mentioned a couple of days ago. And you wouldn't believe what i ate on thursday at school. I ate the cookies, blueberry tart, kit kat, shan's dark choco, a bit of KFC, choco muffin , almond biscuit and nougat. Gosh, i'm on my diet plan. What should and what could i do with my appearance? Am I fat? Am i fugly?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562645268557752456-1315009510404269690?l=mybranded-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1315009510404269690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-much-does-physical-apperance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/1315009510404269690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/1315009510404269690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-much-does-physical-apperance.html' title='How Much Does Physical Apperance Matters To You?'/><author><name>Mattheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883590534286320627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562645268557752456.post-5336241692506313640</id><published>2009-04-26T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T05:29:25.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had put on countless effort for PMR? Had burnt midnight oil till your pant was burnt? Dude, we had got the return. Yesterday, many of us attended the REAL EXCELLENCE AWARD and we got these... &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;/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;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328951682658143938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SfQ9UkYPDsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ll1KSBIEc2E/s200/26042009028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The trophy, certificate and the voucher of RM 1000 (not cheque?). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328959042815239506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SfREA_GbpVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gzhbxr9_LXU/s200/26042009029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;See, it's just the damn voucher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328959712191585138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SfREn8uMG3I/AAAAAAAAACE/EO3Rk3aX1Vw/s200/26042009030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Please specify your view on "The above amount to be redeemed on 2010 school fees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, maybe you would think that this is such a meany, cheapskate and mizer school who had reduce the amount of money from RM 1500 to RM 1000 for PMR students and also they had made the money only redeemable from school fees, but it think that it is fine as it at least gives us some encouragement to work harder ( or maybe not?). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, I went back home to change and later met up with Mashi (mummy pants), Ghia and Yen in secret recipe. I had ordered a plate of spaghetti, a sugar-free moist chocolate cake and also a glass of frosty lemon tea but sadly, i can;t really finished them. I'm sorry......YEAH, and also perverted Mashi, Ghia and maybe Yen wanted to look at my naked leg with their naked eyes and yes, they did. I told them i have a pair of sexy and seductive hairy leg which could even kill straight guys. Whether you agree or not, just read on please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328960712441725570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SfRFiK8aAoI/AAAAAAAAACM/yK1qqiePSe8/s200/DSC01155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Have me eating gorgeously ,i mean greedily in secret recipe before going to Shan's house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328961290871492450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SfRGD1wzz2I/AAAAAAAAACU/3T_ZB2a22Ps/s200/DSC01150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mashi's kid fish and chips. They all had kid's meals. I wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328961824200807458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SfRGi4kbVCI/AAAAAAAAACc/MGzDkS5RlFw/s200/DSC01162.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The present Mashi and I bought for Shanon. It's Miley's platinum album. Hope you will like it, Shan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, we proceeded to Shan's house and occasionally she was at the door by the time we reached her house in my mum's car. Andre ( Audery) was there too in her adorable shirt.We went to Shan's room, later to spend the next two hours before Lyn arrived to fetch us to the clubhouse. Mashi, eventually found her long burden talent in curling Yen's hair. And also i got to meet up with the bear i gave to Shan few years ago. I missed it so badly . Oops, this reminded me of the phrase, " I would not let u have the chance to miss me" and "I just don't have the strength to stay away from you". Gosh, it's just so not true that a person would be like that but it's really sweet and romantic. I wonder would anyone says these to me. I just want these so badly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328966941199199394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SfRLMu36bKI/AAAAAAAAACk/Rf8rccjyBBM/s200/DSC01166.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Looking through magazines and try to look at Audery's adorable shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328967254331580946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SfRLe9YfYhI/AAAAAAAAACs/L7O9guy-nV4/s200/DSC01184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mashi, Ghia, Yen and the bear. THE BEAR? How dare you steal the bear, Mummy pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328967686744458386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SfRL4IPwRJI/AAAAAAAAAC0/b6qiW4QBi20/s200/DSC01192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                            Mashi was curling Yen's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328968025535367298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SfRML2VzSII/AAAAAAAAAC8/wrF_kGRZ1tY/s200/DSC01199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The cake that Mashi baked. I mean the hair that Mashi curled. Yen, you look more mature. This is 'supposed' to be a complement. But I really curled hair chicks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328968832272887746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SfRM6zrA78I/AAAAAAAAADE/CmAOqtP30Cw/s200/25042009025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                  The bear and I. X)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not long after that, we went to clubhouse in Lyn's car. Garett, Yen, Mashi and I played snooker in the snooker room which we met up with some kids. I think that they are a lot better than us in playing snooker. In fact, i don't that they really know how to play , so can u imagine me playing it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328970305114470386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SfROQibz9_I/AAAAAAAAADM/Za86Lejm0RQ/s200/DSC01214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                     Me snookering! Did i do it correctly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328970851807090818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SfROwXBfWII/AAAAAAAAADU/_k2irf2tPF4/s200/DSC01216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                     Yen snookering. Look at the kids!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, we went back to Shan's house. We played the dancing game and had some snacks and also don't forget the drinks. It's really nice though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328972005410052418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SfRPzgh3mUI/AAAAAAAAADc/SSDv6XlMepo/s200/DSC01245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                   Give me the drink!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328972384057716850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SfRQJjGgcHI/AAAAAAAAADk/PiWCHaey9dw/s200/DSC01252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Garett and I playing the dancing game. I have to admit that I am really clumsy wile playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328972732501182066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SfRQd1J5xnI/AAAAAAAAADs/WAXgXvhFB64/s200/DSC01280.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had done this exercise with Yen and Ghis to firm our buttocks. I did really ask Terence today on how to firm buttocks. And he asked me, " So u think that ur butt is big?". Is my butt big? But my friends used to say i have a flat butt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went back home after that at around 6. Mashi, Yen and Ghia were also leaving by that time. Guess what? My new room was already designed. I eventually went back home early to see how was it. It was okay actually but some small changes has to be made. I'm moving house soon, YEH! Well, that's it for now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562645268557752456-5336241692506313640?l=mybranded-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5336241692506313640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/had-put-on-countless-effort-for-pmr-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/5336241692506313640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/5336241692506313640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/had-put-on-countless-effort-for-pmr-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Mattheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883590534286320627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SfQ9UkYPDsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ll1KSBIEc2E/s72-c/26042009028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562645268557752456.post-4466236267786321955</id><published>2009-04-20T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T06:10:18.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke In Your Pants Up</title><content type='html'>Would like to share with you guys some jokes i found in the internet. Some might be a bit....but just enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)The Company Commander and the 1st Sgt, were in the field. As they hit the sack for the night, The 1SG said: "Sir, look up into the sky and tell me what you see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CO said "I see millions of stars." 1st Sgt.: "And what does that tell you, sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CO: Astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Theologically, it tells me that God is great and that we are small and insignificant. Meteorologically, it tells me that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. What does it tell you, Top?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Sgt.: "Well sir, it tells me that somebody stole our tent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When a man takes off his pants in a hotel room,&lt;br /&gt;what's the first thing to hang out?&lt;br /&gt;The DO NOT DISTURB sign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) 4 gay guys walk into a bar.&lt;br /&gt;There is only 1 4 legged stool left, how do they sit???&lt;br /&gt;They turn it upsidedown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Q. What's worse than finding a worm in the apple you're eating?&lt;br /&gt;A. Finding half a worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Wonder about those people who spend $2.00 apiece on&lt;br /&gt;those little bottles of Evian water?&lt;br /&gt;Try spelling Evian backwards. NAIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Mister Smith rushes into the maternity ward, "What's wrong?What's the emergency?""Oh, Mister Smith, your child was just born and I have someterrible news for you. It's disfigured.""Well, how bad is it? Can I see?""Follow me, sir."They head down a restricted corridor and come to the firstdoor. Inside, in the respirator, is a newborn child without arms.Mister Smith is upset, "Oh my God! How terrible to be born this way!"The nurse interrupts, "No Mister Smith, that isn't your child.Follow me, please."They come to another room and there lies a newborn with no arms OR legs.Mister Smith cries, "Oh dear God! What could be worse than this?""No mister Smith, that's not your child. Follow me."Next room down, Smith looks in. This kid is only a head. No body at all."Oh my God! How awful! What could be worse than this?""Not your child, sir. Follow me."One more room left in the hall. Mister Smith forces himself toenter. There on a pillow is a single huge ear."This is your child, Mister Smith."Smitty goes nuts, "Oh Lord! What could possibly be worsethan this!? But...It's still my son. I will talk to him, I will amuse him with bed-time stories. I will sing him lullabies...""Sir, it's deaf."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't get yourself perverted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562645268557752456-4466236267786321955?l=mybranded-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4466236267786321955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/would-like-to-share-with-you-guys-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/4466236267786321955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/4466236267786321955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/would-like-to-share-with-you-guys-some.html' title='Joke In Your Pants Up'/><author><name>Mattheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883590534286320627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562645268557752456.post-7389292652570176541</id><published>2009-04-19T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:17:16.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found out that my phone has a bit of problem (the speaker, mic and also sometimes quite laggy), i had this intention of purchasing a new one. You might think that i just know how to waste money, but the fact is my phone is really old now ( 2years?) and i had dropped and got it fixed a couple of time. Therefore, i think i should change my phone for a new 1 but i'm not quite sure whether my parents would buy me 1 as they think that i spent too much money which i don't really agree with that. Here's the options of the phones i would like to have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/Sesv4azKkhI/AAAAAAAAABU/PU-DXdVBmoc/s1600-h/KZN0RCAG9V6JRCA2LBCINCADNIH8NCATXBY19CAUCW5POCAJLATDNCAC493M8CADNLNKACAWDHSXWCASA0Q0HCAZ2UC6WCAZ6U0P3CA5A4PIECAX9ARWXCAK9JD87CAQO8RITCAF8JIG1CABM46PA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326403630608847378" style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/Sesv4azKkhI/AAAAAAAAABU/PU-DXdVBmoc/s200/KZN0RCAG9V6JRCA2LBCINCADNIH8NCATXBY19CAUCW5POCAJLATDNCAC493M8CADNLNKACAWDHSXWCASA0Q0HCAZ2UC6WCAZ6U0P3CA5A4PIECAX9ARWXCAK9JD87CAQO8RITCAF8JIG1CABM46PA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blackberry pearl flip-elegant, simple and sleek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SeswYdnow6I/AAAAAAAAABc/-spFPmh8fD8/s1600-h/U852BCAJ33BC4CAJQQOP4CA4KOOUNCA1P20VDCAA9LAU2CAI6FJFTCAK77ZL6CANG5XS9CAGUE35TCAOH5JMPCALBR9NJCA34FE3JCAC0TZ7WCA602W86CA3ZDLJZCA2477ICCAZNRRDWCAU6DJ8Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326404181121614754" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SeswYdnow6I/AAAAAAAAABc/-spFPmh8fD8/s200/U852BCAJ33BC4CAJQQOP4CA4KOOUNCA1P20VDCAA9LAU2CAI6FJFTCAK77ZL6CANG5XS9CAGUE35TCAOH5JMPCALBR9NJCA34FE3JCAC0TZ7WCA602W86CA3ZDLJZCA2477ICCAZNRRDWCAU6DJ8Q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HTC diamond touch 2 which satisfy all my need but it is not released in the market yet. (might be quite costly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/Sesw1b4IwvI/AAAAAAAAABk/UOQig2GQme8/s1600-h/WYKI8CAIIGRZ0CALXYWO6CAZBBBX1CAEXMYX9CAWH6278CA7IVTL3CAMT0DURCAX3ER11CANO8IQBCA5YT8USCAVN0K7OCAFNC132CAWUK1F1CACK06XBCAUA5WJ1CABGXBBMCAFR32AXCAPJPI7I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326404678870156018" style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/Sesw1b4IwvI/AAAAAAAAABk/UOQig2GQme8/s200/WYKI8CAIIGRZ0CALXYWO6CAZBBBX1CAEXMYX9CAWH6278CA7IVTL3CAMT0DURCAX3ER11CANO8IQBCA5YT8USCAVN0K7OCAFNC132CAWUK1F1CACK06XBCAUA5WJ1CABGXBBMCAFR32AXCAPJPI7I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SE IDOU which has the camera of 12 megapixels. Quite obsess with it but sadly it is still not in the market yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SesxUtj030I/AAAAAAAAABs/t83mBtQ_fGo/s1600-h/4V0JWCAYNKZHKCANB4IDTCAHTG1Y8CA9JVWPHCAEONNBECAC37JZYCANPY0LGCA8SCLDRCAH16EH9CA6VFE05CAZLP4EVCAK6360ZCAH7SW61CAWPJZ0UCACDOA0ACA7CSQ4NCADV345ACAVXT0ER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326405216192749378" style="WIDTH: 69px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SesxUtj030I/AAAAAAAAABs/t83mBtQ_fGo/s200/4V0JWCAYNKZHKCANB4IDTCAHTG1Y8CA9JVWPHCAEONNBECAC37JZYCANPY0LGCA8SCLDRCAH16EH9CA6VFE05CAZLP4EVCAK6360ZCAH7SW61CAWPJZ0UCACDOA0ACA7CSQ4NCADV345ACAVXT0ER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The touch screen blackberry, Blackberry storm. The design and function is quite satisfyin but sadly it has no wi-fi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dunno which to choose between these options. But i guess i still have to wait for some of these to come out. Any suggestion of which to buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/Sesv4azKkhI/AAAAAAAAABU/PU-DXdVBmoc/s1600-h/KZN0RCAG9V6JRCA2LBCINCADNIH8NCATXBY19CAUCW5POCAJLATDNCAC493M8CADNLNKACAWDHSXWCASA0Q0HCAZ2UC6WCAZ6U0P3CA5A4PIECAX9ARWXCAK9JD87CAQO8RITCAF8JIG1CABM46PA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562645268557752456-7389292652570176541?l=mybranded-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7389292652570176541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-new-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/7389292652570176541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/7389292652570176541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-new-love.html' title='My New Love'/><author><name>Mattheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883590534286320627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/Sesv4azKkhI/AAAAAAAAABU/PU-DXdVBmoc/s72-c/KZN0RCAG9V6JRCA2LBCINCADNIH8NCATXBY19CAUCW5POCAJLATDNCAC493M8CADNLNKACAWDHSXWCASA0Q0HCAZ2UC6WCAZ6U0P3CA5A4PIECAX9ARWXCAK9JD87CAQO8RITCAF8JIG1CABM46PA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562645268557752456.post-4787898526417348287</id><published>2009-04-13T07:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:30:45.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so last week..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Monday is quite a hectic and busy schoolday for me as i have a tons of projects and experiment to do. Before the the busy kickoff, we ( mummy pants, freako pants, dawdler pants, optical illusional pants, jessica pants......) ate the white chocolate i brought from home. It all went out to be a disaster to me (only me, i think) cause i just feel like vomitting after eating it. It's like super sweet and creamy which i think it is so not on diet plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SeNN4nCSjpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dtiVyPnFBb0/s1600-h/DSC02667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324184819428658834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SeNN4nCSjpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dtiVyPnFBb0/s200/DSC02667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Garett (freako pants) is holding the white choco. OMG, he's not finishing his homework? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, after that we had this biology project which requires fresh human blood. Jweez, Edward please don't come for these (maybe you can visit our auntie bella (Ghia) next class). Anyway, i'm not being generous this time by not contributing my blood towards the project cause i just don't feel well after the choco thing. Yong Chang did for my group. Unfortunately, out of some unknown reason, he found some difficulty in poking himself ( oops, i mean poking his finger with the lancer) and even getting the blood out. GOSH, it must be really painful though. After that, we had to do the potato strip experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324192520967194770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SeNU45gKiJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GYGfL7NW75k/s200/DSC02669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here goes Yong Chang and his bloody finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, we have this 2 awkward friends ( not really so, i think)here doing their oral test in Pn. Halidah's class. They are practically doing a television like cardboard thing as they intend to read the news for the oral test. Basically, after we discovered it they were just holding the cardboard just for the sake of refering to the......(man, that's cheating). But anyway, they did a great job not to create a total disaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SeNVk-6QN1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/wAnDeNX9rKs/s1600-h/DSC02701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324193278333040466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SeNVk-6QN1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/wAnDeNX9rKs/s200/DSC02701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is ermm our two Suria reporter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, we had this long-awaited physics egg-drop project for me to deal with my favourite peanut butter (maybe some of you might think i'm disgusting or what?). Apparrently, i grouped myself with Michelle, Kuai Yi, Yong Chang and i'm not quite sure whethet Kou Fai was in or not. Before preparing the egg drop apparatus, i did a presentation for my group about our design of the project. I think i did not do it quite badly and i'm also quite satisfied with our group's egg drop project eventhough the peanut butter thing is kind of awful. And yes, we used cotton, bubble wrapper, kitchen roll and also peanut butter. Eventually, i had to put my hand the peanut butter and spread it on the egg. Disgusted??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SeNYjoy6esI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pmZUYlQzo7M/s1600-h/DSC02726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324196553751689922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SeNYjoy6esI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pmZUYlQzo7M/s200/DSC02726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making of our project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SeNZNP53OdI/AAAAAAAAABE/FVNRU2yC5Ig/s1600-h/DSC02727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324197268624456146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SeNZNP53OdI/AAAAAAAAABE/FVNRU2yC5Ig/s200/DSC02727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our broken egg after the second try but we succeed in the first though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562645268557752456-4787898526417348287?l=mybranded-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4787898526417348287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-so-last-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/4787898526417348287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/4787898526417348287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-so-last-week.html' title='It&apos;s so last week..'/><author><name>Mattheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883590534286320627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZCbng4HMURs/SeNN4nCSjpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dtiVyPnFBb0/s72-c/DSC02667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562645268557752456.post-8474615718445708231</id><published>2009-04-05T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T04:54:55.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tHE sKY sINGS tHE sONG iN mY hEART</title><content type='html'>yESRTDAY, i WAS VERY UNHAPPY OVER A PARTICULAR REASON THAT i FELT SO LONELY AS IF i'M THE ONLY 1 IN THIS WORLD, AND YES IT REALLY DOES. bY THE TIME, I WAS ON MY JOURNEY BACK HOME IN MY MUM'S CAR. oUT OF NOWHERE, I LOOKED AT THE SKY ( AS I ALSO DO WHEN I'M UNHAPPY). aT THE PARTICULAR MOMENT, I CAME TO A THOUGHT THAT THE SKY IS LIKE SOMEONE/SOMETHING VERY FAMILIAR TO ME THAT I COULD LABEL IT AS MY SOULMATE WHO ALWAYS KNOW ME.  iT GAVE ME A VERY VERY FAMILIAR AND CLOSE FEELING EVERYTIME I LOOK AT IT ( ESPECIALLY YESTERDAY WHEN IT STARTED RAINING DURING THE MOMENT WHEN i'M UPSET). bY THE WAY, i'M DOING PHYSIC AND BIOLOGY PROJECT TOMORROW. i'LL POST THE PIC THAT I WOULD TAKE DURING THE PROCESS OF THE PROJECT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562645268557752456-8474615718445708231?l=mybranded-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8474615718445708231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/sky-sings-song-in-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/8474615718445708231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/8474615718445708231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/sky-sings-song-in-my-heart.html' title='tHE sKY sINGS tHE sONG iN mY hEART'/><author><name>Mattheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883590534286320627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562645268557752456.post-1585313844391473702</id><published>2009-04-01T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T07:37:00.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatal Laughin Disease</title><content type='html'>Infected by this fatal laughing disease, I felt so embarassed laughing out of all a sudden in the gym. In the case that u feel like a dimbat (dunnu wat i'm talking about), let me enlighten u. Initially, at school, i (we) felt so used over certain teacher which make me have the thought that they just used us to do the work without respecting our idea. By the way, this is not the main idea of what i want to talk about. It is that after i ate a certain kind of chocolate, i felt extra excited and happy and started laughing out of no reason ( please stop imagining me laughing like an idiot). In this case that i had an appointment with T during my infection period, i occasionally made him have the thought that i had gone nuts. Jweez, why should i laugh non-stop (every few sec) and in a sudden in the gym? What have i done? Could it be possible for them to forget about today's incident? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Yun , I would get T's pic a.s.a.p&lt;br /&gt;P.S Garett and the gang, please don't mistaken me for a certain kind of reason that has got to do with someone ( certain someone did not make me laugh like that).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562645268557752456-1585313844391473702?l=mybranded-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1585313844391473702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/fatal-laughin-disease.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/1585313844391473702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/1585313844391473702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/fatal-laughin-disease.html' title='Fatal Laughin Disease'/><author><name>Mattheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883590534286320627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562645268557752456.post-5619708722896267816</id><published>2009-03-29T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T01:43:50.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humiliating-Thurs</title><content type='html'>Haha, im goin to Fitness First (again!) in my absolutely splendid mood [ plz dun mistaken it for some certain reason which gonna do with certain someone in a certain place where certain things happened, and no, that's not it]. Never had I expected to embarass myself there. Just to give u a rough picture of what is it about, imagine a fat and clumsy boy doing push-ups, that's it. There is a place there ,called stretch zone where people do stretching and body weight exercises. I am also doing it too there (push-up). It all happened when I pushed myself up and then there i go, 'pa dei'( lying on the floor) like a dead fish. Damn it, how can i not know how to do push ups?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562645268557752456-5619708722896267816?l=mybranded-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5619708722896267816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/humiliating-thurs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/5619708722896267816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/5619708722896267816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/humiliating-thurs.html' title='Humiliating-Thurs'/><author><name>Mattheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883590534286320627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562645268557752456.post-6288346385741431608</id><published>2009-03-28T23:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:48:06.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky-Wed</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday was indeed a schooling day as usual though but a few of us participated in the national science challenge in academy science. Me, Hop Kins, Ian, Audery, Ghia and Shanon. Mr .Paneer accompanied us too. We left school 4 the science challenge at about 9am. During the time, i was not quite worried cause i thought that the question would not be something really difficult till i officially sat for the paper. Yes, ur right, the paper was super hard even though it was all objective ( 60 question to be exact in an hour). Before we sat 4 the paper, we reached academy science at 9.45 am. We were talking about what kind of people we would see in the there and yes we were right. We saw nerds. The place where only nerds go (then why am i there?). Initially, we saw three Seri Cahaya students (no offence, typical nerds) and then another six from Seri Garden. The paper started at about 10.05 am after we completed filling in the details. When I opened the paper, I was totally shocked to see the difficulty of the questions in it. It was damn hard ,man. It was  mostly about the general knowledge and mathematics question that u won't ever find in books. Gosh, what would be my scoring when the results is announced. Would it be 5/60? Ohh, really dun hope to know what my marks is goin to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7562645268557752456-6288346385741431608?l=mybranded-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6288346385741431608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/freaky-wed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/6288346385741431608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7562645268557752456/posts/default/6288346385741431608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybranded-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/freaky-wed.html' title='Freaky-Wed'/><author><name>Mattheus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02883590534286320627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7562645268557752456.post-2747731486262637571</id><published>2009-03-25T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T04:41:33.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Begin-The-Post</title><content type='html'>Like any other, this is my very 1st post and yes, it is (obvious enough) .Since it is , I'm just going to write a bit on what is currently happening to me. Yesterday, like you guys know (or maybe some of you know), I went to the fitness centre. When I am doing the workout (in conjunction with my smile) , there is an "ah pek" (old guys) looking at me in his "surprised" look. Oh gosh, why is he looking at me in that kind of manner in his weird look when I'm just smiling (maybe u can say laughing) as though laughing is a sin or something very wrong (not yellow smile, Garett!) . God save me from weirdo, please (for god sake).And that's it for today. 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