<?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-3829552041998938833</id><updated>2012-01-25T07:55:09.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonders Of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>The beauty of life is in how you live it</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-1250578508322797197</id><published>2009-06-01T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:41:22.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mind of a Psychologist</title><content type='html'>Now, why I choose this to be the title of my post, I have no idea myself. It's just that I have been thinking a lot lately, maybe even too much, about a lot of things that are happening around us. You know how sometimes the things in front of your face has been there all along but you never realized it until came and slapped you in the face and then you see. You know how psychologists are supposed to sophisticated in the head, and always tend to look at the wider picture instead of focusing on the picture itself, I kinda have a feeling I'm heading there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me whether I'm going cuckoo? I doubt it, but if cuckoo means that you go into deep thinking then yes I am beyond cuckoo. I just find myself confused about so many things. This world is so confusing, one person might say this is right the other person might say that's the worst possible thing to do. One might interpret actions and behaviors differently with how the person who is acting out those actions and behaviors interpet it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I daresay there are not many adults I confide in, save Mr. Victor and Ms. Shoba. I tend to talk to Mr. Victor more due to the longer time which I have spent knowing him. Still a lot of these things I just cant get myself to open up to him, &lt;em&gt;I know he might be the only one reading my blog anyway, &lt;/em&gt;but even somethings I just cant get myself to open up to him. All my friends think its cool to do things like that, but for some reason I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just rambling too much, I better stop here.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, before I leave I came up with this line. I was in &lt;em&gt;Delucca&lt;/em&gt; the other day to attend my lecturer's gig in KL. As fun as it was, it lacked young girls to dance with, so on Sunday afternoon, as I lied down trying to get a nap after church, I just recollected that night, and I thought what would have happened if I did dance with a lady. And this line just bumped into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was dancing with this lady, as we were dancing she whispered into my ears, "Honey, I'm old enough to be your mother" I just looked at her and said " Darling, I'm old enough to make you one!!!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how my mind works, I love this psychological mind. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-1250578508322797197?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/1250578508322797197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=1250578508322797197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/1250578508322797197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/1250578508322797197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2009/06/mind-of-psychologist.html' title='The Mind of a Psychologist'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-8027735609211416520</id><published>2009-05-17T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:00:59.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing voice</title><content type='html'>Hey I was just browsing through youtube, you know this place is like a site for talents worldwide. Anyway, while I was browsing through, I bumped into this awesome singer, who is I shall say pretty eccentric, if you don't believe check out this video and tell me what u think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ov3PS-CY-jY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ov3PS-CY-jY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-8027735609211416520?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/8027735609211416520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=8027735609211416520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/8027735609211416520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/8027735609211416520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2009/05/amazing-voice.html' title='Amazing voice'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-456540158097506065</id><published>2009-05-06T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:06:23.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A night I won't forget</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I haven't updated for like a kazillion days... its just that that inspiration to write has just left me, I would say it is mainly since my mum started reading this blog and I had to privatize it. Since then, I realized only a select few can read my blog, and these people are people who I meet or chat online everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, me writing today is to share with a whole lot of you who might have access to my blog, about this wonderful night I had last friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very good friend in the form of Benjamin George. He has been my bestest buddy for like God-knows-how-long. We're well known in our church camps and in church though he is not exactly from my church. We're known for our acting skills where we tickle people's funny bones without a fail every year by our plays in church camp. Even the email address that I have, Benzcool - is derived from my friendship with him : Back in camp, we're known as the Benz, because I'm known as Benny in my church and he is known as Ben and we're the Benz. Even my email add is derived from him, so I guess you can imagine how close we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, thanks to him, I was allowed to tag along to meet a very famous person whose identity I shall keep anonymous to save that person a whole lot of trouble. So, we were supposed to go to this club called Mist in Bangsar, however, they found out that there were lot of police raids that night and decided to just chill at the crib. Me and Ben, we had to travel a long way to this person's house thanks to our friend, Kevin who was willing to give us a lift. So we arrived at the apartment and we managed to find the place into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second we entered, everyone went "HEYYY!!!!!" Apparently my other half is a well known figure at least to them, and Ben went around introducing me "Hey this is my friend Benny" and I would reply "Hi, its Mathew", this repeated with about 3 people and at last they got the point that I would prefer myself to be called Mathew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once that was done, Ben was called to answer a question, failing to which he would have to take double shots of vodka, obviously he failed and two shots of hot drink flowed into his system. Next thing you know, I get cornered by a person and without even getting a question was forced to down 2 shots. AND MINE YOU I'M NOT A DRINKER, so this was really turning out to be a great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what really made the night exceptional were the people who I spend the time with. They totally gave me a new point of view to look at, I can tell you I learned so many things just spending this wonderful liquour-assisted night with them. Just before we left we had mihun and nasi lemak just to take the breath of alcohol away and luckily too, because we were stopped by a police and the driver had to blow into some detector but thankfully the mihun was effective and we escaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lastly, ( I wish I had some vodka now) I would like to thank everyone that gave me that amazing night.&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, I am more willing to take things as they come&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, I look at things with a whole new point of view&lt;br /&gt;Because of you, I can understand myself better&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget that night, well I kinda already forgot the details......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-456540158097506065?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/456540158097506065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=456540158097506065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/456540158097506065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/456540158097506065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-i-wont-forget.html' title='A night I won&apos;t forget'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-6012324266670626303</id><published>2009-03-23T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T03:49:13.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For a guy who has been fighting to prove that love still exists for well over 10 years, I wonder now, have I ever really known what I was fighting for ? You know how everything seems so amazing and all and then suddenly you just get slapped in the face and then you just cant believe what has happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well that's what happened to me, all this beautiful so called amzing feeling just suffocated me and I couldn't really see what was going on. I cant deny, there is love in this world, there still are those few lucky chaps who do find love and do live happily. but all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;know is that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For as long as I've known I've guided people to find love, I've helped people overcome their problems in relationships but guess what, I was never good enough to deal with my own issues. Yeah it's pathetic that after 8gfs I have not gotten my first kiss yet, but whats even worse is that with all 8 gfs I still didnt find love. Now that is what bugs me even more than everything else. Yes 3 of my gfs cheated on me but after 18 years if I cant answer what is love then what kind of a life have I lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In December, I fell in love with a girl called Cassandra Anne Sebastian. She was the most perfect girl to me. I loved her from the bottom of my heart. There wasnt a single day where I did not think of her. Every night as I lay down on my bed, I used to look at her picture in my phone before sleeping off. She then left for Sarawak to live with her aunty and she was studying there. She would only get her phone on weekends and therefore every Friday night, I would send her a text message waiting for the message to be delivered. I would wait so patiently and the second I see that the message was delivered I would call her hoping that the situation would be right for her to answer the call. If she did I was the happiest man alive, and if she didnt I would just wait till I called her again, and if by Sunday night she doesnt answer and the phone goes off I would know that it means another patient wait till Friday for the repeat of the whole process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was how I lived for 3 months. For 3 months I waited for her, I told her its ok if I had to wait, its ok that this is the life I have to go through, I didnt care about all that as long as I had her in my life. I thought about everything, how it would be like when we finally meet up if we do meet up. I though about everything. And then this happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IF YOU DIDNT WANNA TALK TO ME YOU COULD HAVE JUST SAID SO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IF YOU DIDNT LIKE IT THAT I CALLED YOU SO MUCH YOU SHOULD HAVE JUST TOLD ME,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IF YOU DIDNT LOVE ME YOU COULD HAVE JUST TOLD ME SO, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY AFTER 8 GIRLFRIENDS AND AFTER BEING CHEATED BY FRIENDS AND BY THE PEOPLE I LOVE I STILL KEEP ON GETTING IT AGAIN AND AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I QUIT SMOKING FOR YOU,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I QUIT A LOT OF THINGS FOR YOU,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND THIS IS WHAT I GET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There isnt any love for me in this world, I might have friends that really do care about me and do love me. But I dont have that one special person who I can wake up every morning thinking of and sleep every night wishing she would come into my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There isnt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now all I can do is sit here thinking what went wrong again....&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/3829552041998938833-6012324266670626303?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/6012324266670626303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=6012324266670626303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6012324266670626303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6012324266670626303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-love.html' title='What is love?'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-4876187766087110368</id><published>2009-02-15T08:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T08:25:10.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines.... pfft</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sorry people for not updating my blog, I know its been ages, but I jus totally lost the mood to do it anymore. A lot of things have happened since the last time I posted. Both good things and bad things have happened, but sadly I don't really haf the time to write it out in deatil because I'm kinda busy with my college and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exams are coming so I need to study and assignments and all so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for still visiting my blog eventhough you never expected to read anything here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I realize I'm very lucky to have many of the friends that I have now. Just want to thank you all for being there for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm a different guy now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll make a change&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/3829552041998938833-4876187766087110368?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/4876187766087110368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=4876187766087110368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4876187766087110368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4876187766087110368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-pfft.html' title='Valentines.... pfft'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-762646016049347973</id><published>2009-01-24T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:12:56.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SXvk8jEThwI/AAAAAAAAANE/X8xbxC7BXSg/s1600-h/Image065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295077515760731906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SXvk8jEThwI/AAAAAAAAANE/X8xbxC7BXSg/s400/Image065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cake for my mum's b'day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SXvk8fDIF5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/jvkk3uOiO1c/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295077514682046354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SXvk8fDIF5I/AAAAAAAAAM8/jvkk3uOiO1c/s400/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My new Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SXvk8Vlo8gI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ipd0lWgioQI/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295077512142451202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SXvk8Vlo8gI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ipd0lWgioQI/s400/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SXvk8PCD3YI/AAAAAAAAAMs/s4zo9rxbUTE/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295077510382607746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SXvk8PCD3YI/AAAAAAAAAMs/s4zo9rxbUTE/s400/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lolipop =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SXvkMY9TFcI/AAAAAAAAAMk/fZxfPX04gDU/s1600-h/Image069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295076688413267394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SXvkMY9TFcI/AAAAAAAAAMk/fZxfPX04gDU/s400/Image069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday Babies in the reunion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3829552041998938833-762646016049347973?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/762646016049347973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=762646016049347973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/762646016049347973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/762646016049347973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-pics.html' title='Random Pics'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SXvk8jEThwI/AAAAAAAAANE/X8xbxC7BXSg/s72-c/Image065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-8610686964875216593</id><published>2009-01-24T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:59:53.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fa Cai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well first and foremost I would like to wish everyone a Happy Chinese New Year, 恭喜发财，红袍拿来。I hope what I wrote is right, been trying to brush up on my Mandarin lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday, we finally had the reunion of all our primary school friends. If I'm not mistaken we had about 30 people in this reunion which was really great. Honestly, this wasn't an easy job to accomplish, but thanks to all my friends who kinda pushed me through and helped me a lot, this reunion turned out to be a success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Around 6+, I drove to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; to pick up my old class monitor, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Teo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Teck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cheong&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; recognize him at all, he changed so much. Well of course, I mean it has been 6 years since we last met. Anyway I picked him up and left for Asoka. I know, a weird place to have a reunion, but when I went to book at JETH they told me that they will be closed, so no choice I had to have it in Asoka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lan&lt;/span&gt; Si was the first to meet us there, then slowly one by one all of them came. It was nice to see all of them again, after like trying to picture how they looked while chatting with them through their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt;. Soon, there were about 20+ of us and we decided to head to Station 1 as Asoka was pretty hot and not suitable to make loud noises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was nice to get to meet up with each other, I know I'm just repeating it again and again, but yeah that's how I felt. I mean these were some of the people I spent my 6 years of my early life with. I was really confused with the many colleges of the different people, I was really getting mixed up with all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We then had a birthday celebration for our three birthday babies, Cheong Yong Sheng, Kenneth Mak Ping Li and Sam Shir Wei. We chilled a little while longer then the big task came - settling the bill. After that headache was over, we all decided to leave, and said our goodbyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a awesome experience seeing these faces again. I guess we should probably make it an annual thing. Well that's all I guess. Wishing all of you a Happy Chinese New Year, and I'm open for invitations :P chiowsss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-8610686964875216593?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/8610686964875216593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=8610686964875216593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/8610686964875216593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/8610686964875216593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2009/01/gong-xi-fa-cai.html' title='Gong Xi Fa Cai'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-8085384817992055691</id><published>2009-01-21T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:26:12.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know why I would want to write now or even what I am going to write, but I just feel this sudden sense of loneliness and at the same time I feel bored and sad, and tensed, I don't know what's wrong with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What I do know is that I am terribly missing someone. I think about her every night before I sleep, it just eats me from inside knowing that she is there and I am here. I think about her words everyday, her words that said "You should find someone else, don't waste your time with me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Am I wasting my time? I don't know, I finally feel like I have met the one, well I have thought before that the others were the one as well but there always seemed to be some complications with them, religion for instance. Well even this is not excluded from those, the age sure seems to bother the both of us. However it doesn't really mean much right? I mean when you really like someone you don't really look at their age and everything. My parents are 3 years apart, my mum's parents - 12 years. So based on those I don't think it is such a problem, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe it's just not suitable for now, maybe in 3 years time, we'll be the perfect couple. But 3 years isn't a short period of time, anything can happen in 3 years. I've experienced losing someone before just because I wasn't ready to commit myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So should I go for it?&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/3829552041998938833-8085384817992055691?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/8085384817992055691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=8085384817992055691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/8085384817992055691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/8085384817992055691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2009/01/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-4969788184170987936</id><published>2009-01-17T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:26:46.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timetables, Subjects, People, Tasks....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its amazing I can even sit in front of the computer and type these words that I am typing now. I know I'm online all the time, but to actually empty your mind and think about what had happened throughout the week and stuffs like that, I just don't have the patience to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazily tired, been running up and down from the hospital to college to going out to makan with friends that I realized I don't actually have time to really settle down for myself. First of all the timetable keeps on changing, but no one can be blamed on this issue because there are not many permanent staffs in HICT and therefore we have to arrange the timetable to suit the part-time lecturers availability. I hope Shireen and Say Pin can hang on as its really not easy to be in their shoes. Come on people, its not like they have a choice, they need to do their job as well right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subjects...... My God, I really don't know how I'm going to survive this semester, I have to reduce my online-ing and sit down and start reading. You know why? Because all the subjects that I took requires heavy reading... From English 121 to World Literature to Moral Studies to Introduction to Psychology. I really pray I can pull it through because I'm definitely not the type that reads thru stuff and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people around me what can I say. Some people turn me on so much I can barely contain myself and some people just get to my nerves so much that I feel like drawing my fist and dig a punch into their faces. And please don't think I'm some pervert getting high for no reason, when I meant turning me on, I meant Edric and Arun who excited me so much with their strategy of creating buzz for our upcoming musical that I was left at awe and feeling so darn high- you know that ecstacy-like feling. Gosh!!! That was HEAVEN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, for now that is, I'm up to my neck with all the tasks I need to do for the college and for my mum and all, I really need to know how to organize my time better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well people wish me luck, Dr. Love needs the lucks rushing in now. Hope its a good year for the Horse. Chiowz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-4969788184170987936?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/4969788184170987936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=4969788184170987936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4969788184170987936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4969788184170987936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2009/01/timetables-subjects-people-tasks.html' title='Timetables, Subjects, People, Tasks....'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-8968347433898017024</id><published>2009-01-12T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:43:20.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>College is back!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, first of all, a thousand and one apologies :P for not being able to constantly update my blog like I used to. The reason for this is because college has started again and we have hell lot planned ahead for this year. Let me give u brief description of what we are planning to do this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's see... The major project comes under the Performing Arts Club which is a musical. We are planning to have it played in college on July 3 in conjunction with the US Independence Day. If it manages to be a hit, &lt;u&gt;IF&lt;/u&gt;, then we will be trying to play it in other places as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Besides that, we are in deep discussion to organize an inter-school street soccer competition. We plan to have it sometime around June, after the students mid-year exams and also before their trials for those who have SPM or PMR. This competition is open for girls as well as guys, so if anyone reads this and are interested to take part, please do let me know, but you guys and girls have to be from a school in Klang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Besides all these major plans, I of course have my own little petty works to do here and there, so thats basically is what is keeping me away from blogging all this while but nonetheless I'm back here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't worry, Dr. Love is always around. But he needs to go now. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take care, peepz. Chiowz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-8968347433898017024?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/8968347433898017024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=8968347433898017024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/8968347433898017024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/8968347433898017024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2009/01/college-is-back.html' title='College is back!!!!'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-6487635144014335153</id><published>2009-01-04T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:04:13.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 is here!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well a year has gone and now a new year has arrived. Why do I sound so dull? Because for a fact I believe nothing is going to change much this year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; wait let me rephrase that sentence "nothing &lt;em&gt;much &lt;/em&gt;is going to change this year" Let's analyze this situation and deduce why I have came up with such a statement (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fuyoh&lt;/span&gt;.. all my science terms coming out... :D)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought everything would change this year, you know, me being done with school, and having a whole new kinda life ahead of me. I never realized I would be proven wrong. I had wanted to work but it was screwed up trying to find a job nearby my place so I decided to go all the way to KL, stay in church and work in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Midvalley&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanted to start work in December 2007, but my mum told me she didn't want me to go anywhere for Christmas so I had to stay home. Then January I was sent to India to attend some meeting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I finally started working in February. I found a job in Tony Roma's The Gardens. My cousin was working there so I kinda used his influence. I picked up quickly (or so.. I guess) and even though I didn't pass the required needs I was taken to serve tables because we lacked staffs. It was heaven, I never really recall enjoying doing work so much. No, it wasn't because I was given freedom, nothing of that sort, it was purely because of the people I was working with. A great bunch of people, and I don't know whether I'll find workmates as good and fun as them. I used to be so motivated to go to work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; I knew that I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; be back at 2 in the morning. For those who know KL well, I used to finish work at 2, then head to the exit, walk right beside Volvo (which is beside the highway) and all the way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brickfields&lt;/span&gt;, imagine that 2 in the morning walking alone, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have a single regret, it was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What made it even more awesome was that I met someone amazing when I was working back in KL. She was a girl I met through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt;, and we decided to meet up, and lets just say she kinda turned my life around. We had our ups and downs, like every other relationships out there. I know how much I meant to her, though she might not think I appreciated her, I did, though now I realize I didn't actually show her how much she meant to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just to make it clear, I appreciated every single second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that you spent with me, every single step that I took&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;knowing that I had you watching over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What you said is true I guess. I was an awesome friend but a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for still being with me now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thanks for understanding me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thanks for accepting me for who I am, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thanks for never saying "I had enough"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thanks for calling me at nights and just keeping me awake with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thanks for just being you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I quit my job after a month, had some problems there, and I had to join college. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;initially&lt;/span&gt; planning on doing a Foundation in Science in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HICT&lt;/span&gt;, then proceed to HELP to pursue a degree in Psychology. However, fate decided that it was not to be, upon enquiring, we found out that a degree in Psychology was being offered through the American Degree Program. Well, to make things short, I decided to enrol for that course and in no time at all, I was making friends (come on la .. its me you're talking about here... how can I not make friends :p) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Slowly but surely a change was coming about in the college. You see when I first joined college, it was dull, a place of no life, a stagnant mood of patheticness floating about. Then, we met the best lecturer of all time, &lt;a href="http://www.helpvictor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr. Victor&lt;/a&gt;. Now, he brought this different mind set into our college habit. He had a dream, and he sensed his dream would be able to be a reality with us. We, of course, being so freaking active back in school most undoubtedly said yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was the changing point, as we set off to make an unimaginable tide of changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We started of many clubs such as the Drama club (now known as the performing arts club which includes drama club, dance club and music club) and the Toastmasters club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We started up a bistro known as the Blackout Bistro serving foods for anyone who visits the bistro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We performed for many shows in the college events such as the July 4th American Independence Day show and the Bloody Hell Show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So college was a blast and oh yeah, my bunch of friends won the HICT Street Soccer tournament. So all in all, college was the best thing to keep my 2008 alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Besides that, I went clubbing for the first time in my life, it was awesome, everything about it was almost bringing me to tears of joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However what I meant when I said that I don't think nothing much is going to change is the freedom I get from my parents. I believe all of you should know how strict my parents are, or probably not strict but rather how they wouldn't let me out that much. I started last year thinking that I'm goin to be 18, I've left school, now life is about to change, I was hell wrong. Well, yes, I did get to go out more than I used to, but looking around and seeing the people my age, I realize some kids are better off than me, in that sense I don't see 2009 being any different for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not going to sit down and moan about it, HELL NO!!!! I'm going to make full use of it, in whichever way I can, thanks to Ahdesya and Ruzanna for kicking it into me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I'm going to nail 2009 in the best way I can, and I just realized I have another thing to accomplish in 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I NEED TO GET MY FIRST KISS!!!&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/3829552041998938833-6487635144014335153?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/6487635144014335153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=6487635144014335153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6487635144014335153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6487635144014335153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-is-here.html' title='2009 is here!!!'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-6725975271725224321</id><published>2008-12-31T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T06:58:28.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year Is Coming To An End, Hope The Fun Doesnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its been a while since I've blogged. Kinda lost the mood to blog, I don't know why. But since I have a blog, I cant let it die, &lt;strong&gt;can I&lt;/strong&gt;? Plus many people read it, can't disappoint them I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well I left off, after a disappointing christmas, the only fun thing about it was meeting all my friends again, still waiting for the pics though I don't see any. I was only allowed to be out till 12 which was even more sad. Life is starting to be more and more frustrating for me, but I sitll have to live on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been out a lot... well kind of... though it was always with my parents. I went to Sunway Pyramid, twice, in the past 2 days. Got myself a whole bunch of computer stuffs. Spend about a 1000 bucks on it, which I hate, because I'm not the kind of guy who likes spending unnecessarily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Besides that, I guess its ok, no goin to countdown this year as parents wanted me to stay at home and prepare for church tomorrow. I have to go send my friends "New Year" messages now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And... about my new year resolutions. I think I'll stick with the same one I've been having for ages - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;PUTTING ON MORE WEIGHT!!!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take care guys, have a fun new year. Dr. Love ain't gonna retire so I'm always here if you guys need me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-6725975271725224321?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/6725975271725224321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=6725975271725224321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6725975271725224321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6725975271725224321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-is-coming-to-end-hope-fun-doesnt.html' title='The Year Is Coming To An End, Hope The Fun Doesnt'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-7533354341414160452</id><published>2008-12-26T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T06:58:44.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is over :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well I cant say Christmas was a blast neither can I say it was a bore. I don't want to get into detail because I just don't know why but I dun want to. I just had my mum's sister's family come over and had sum time with my cousins and then that night went to Steffy's place. That is the only thing which made my day feel somwhat like Christmas, THANK YOU SO MUCH STEFFY FOR HAVING ME OVER, AND THANKS TO GARY AND RICHARD AS WELL FOR NOT MAKING ME FEEL AWKWARD!!!!! I'm waiting for the pics, miss Shawn and Shaquille btw I think thats how you spell their names. That's all for now, hope you guys had a better christmas, chiow&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/3829552041998938833-7533354341414160452?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/7533354341414160452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=7533354341414160452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/7533354341414160452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/7533354341414160452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-over.html' title='Christmas is over :('/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-8967865900222958364</id><published>2008-12-22T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T06:15:12.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well Christmas itches closer and closer, but I find that I don't really know how to put this, but it kinda feels as if the whole meaning to it is not there. Yeah I know its weird and all but its how I feel. I happened to think a lot lately, was on the phone with my dear Cassey till 4.30 in the morning last night. &lt;em&gt;Thank you so much Cassey, its awesome to talk to you, I feel proud of who I am when I talk to you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So coming to that, I would like to take the time off, to thank all the special girls in my life who have one way or the other played a special role in my life and in making me who I am today even though I might have only known some of you for a few months. I am in no way posting the names in accordance to importance so don't you people get offended, one thing I know for sure its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to be a long post. So here goes.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cassandra&lt;/span&gt; - You make me happy so much I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; exactly know where to start. Thank you for being there for me last night especially, and I'll be there for you too in case you need anything. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lalalalala&lt;/span&gt; =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sharlene&lt;/span&gt; - I know we practically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even talk to each other properly when we first met, you were full of problems back then. I still remember how you used to suddenly get pissed at me out of the blue but I'm glad I did hang on because I don't know how my life would have been if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; exactly a part of it. Thank you for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Meliza&lt;/span&gt; - I actually thought you were a stalker of some sort when we first met. And then how quickly things changed in an instant we were so close, I'm sorry I had to do all those things to dig into your past and all, but as I say and always will say I wont leave you Mel, don't you worry bout that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Lisa Wong&lt;/span&gt; - Another example of how random people can be a good friend to you if you and of course they let you. I can't recall how I met you, I believe it was through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, I'm sure there are many more things I don't know about you as well as things you don't know about me. I sure hope you give me that chance. Besides that, thanks for entertaining me and I WANNA KNOW YOU MORE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Nichole (Nicky Baby)&lt;/span&gt; - Where should I start? You're my everything, well almost all of it. =) Even though you might be in England, you're always here with me, at the times I feel sad, all I need to do is just to play the recording of you, and within seconds you put a smile on my face. That's how amazing you are to me my dear, though we have never met, I believe I have seen more than many of the people who have met you have seen. Thank you for that and also for always being there for me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, HOW IS HAROLD?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the name right? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Steffy&lt;/span&gt; - You just knew your name was about to appear here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; you. Well you deserve to be here, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I cant&lt;/span&gt; imagine my life without you. How long have we actually known each other now? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt; I think about 3 years? Those 3 years I will never forget how much you have helped me along the way. Every single time I was down I could count on you to always lift me up when I fall, thank you for those wonderful 3 years. And please find a nice guy, I cant rush to your house all the time =p I love you so much my dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Steffy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Seow&lt;/span&gt; Ling&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ini&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;banyak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;susah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;mahu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tulis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wor&lt;/span&gt;. I've known you for 5 years right? 5 crazy years which involved love, friendships as well as fights. You were a real roller coaster ride. It was kinda scary for me to deal with you, never knowing how you would react to the things I say. You've brought the biggest changes in my life, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; want to go in detail about that. Whatever it is, you I can never forget. You still owe me a movie la, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;he he&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks for everything, and I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Audrey&lt;/span&gt; - Well naturally when I'm writing about this group, names just keep flooding in, I hope I can remember all of it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;, you, I've known for 5 years as well, 4 wonderful years and 1 normal years. I'll never forget you, never. Its really difficult to forget someone who you have loved so much. I know life might not have been a smooth ride for you. Nonetheless you tried to make sure that it was smooth for me, and for every single effort you took, I wanna thank you for always being there for me, even when I call you at 2 in the morning. Thank you very very much and I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Farah&lt;/span&gt; - You are a very difficult story to tell. Nonetheless very important in my life. Somehow you always seemed to be there for me when I was down. Yes I know sometimes we have had our conflicts but whatever it may be you are essential to me. Thank you my dear and I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Angeline&lt;/span&gt; - You were another special person in my life. Rising and falling I could never really define our friendship. But, but, you were a real friend to me. At least I feel that way, and I really miss you, and I have no idea where you are now or what you are doing, but I wanted to make sure you were thanked for every single episode of my life that you were a part of. Thank you so so much and never forget that I love you even if I don't write it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Nisha&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Nishy&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; - You were one hell of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;infatuation&lt;/span&gt; for me. I could never really express my feelings about you. However, you remained a friend to me and always tried to help. I know you're busy, but I really miss hanging out with you and most definitely bullying you. Hope to hang out with you more. I love you loads &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Nishy&lt;/span&gt;, thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; - My list would have never been complete if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; a part of it. Where should I start with you. Met you 7 years ago, liked you 5 years ago, you liked me back 3 years ago. What a story, I'm stuck now I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what else to write. I realize now that I might have been a real pain in the arse for you, but somehow you never really bothered. What I hate about you is that you make me talk about all my stuffs but you never really open up to me, that was always the thing which bugged me, but I guess I understand. Nothing means more to me than your happiness my dear, &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Thank you for being there for me even though you're like 500km away I love you so much and I doubt that will change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ruzanna&lt;/span&gt; - You were one hell of an episode in my life. I never knew I could fall in love so badly with a girl I barely even knew. You were everything to me, and no matter what happens, I'll never forget you. I'm missing you like hell now, I guess you're in UK now, I hope you let me know when you come back. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Thanks for&lt;/span&gt; always being there for me, and most of all thank you for always loving me the way I was, I knew I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; need to be someone else with you. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think the rest I'll just name them I find it so hard to actually write stuffs about them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Leann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Poojha&lt;/span&gt; (Singapore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rachel (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Johor&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rachel (college)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Shireen&lt;/span&gt; (college)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Natasha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Nivashini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Lalitha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sheena (my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;cuzin&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Vaishna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Aarthi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ahdesya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Amalina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Archana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Azreena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Carmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Chelsea (Australia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Deepa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Dian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Farazatul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Balqish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hirushiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Ho Tuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Chee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Janelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Kamini&lt;/span&gt; (Work Colleague)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Karishma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Kesher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Keshwinder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Kiranniya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Lana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Leena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Malini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Neva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Parveen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pei Yin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rafhanah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Renu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Revati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sastradhanea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Shirenee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Narmatha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;fyenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Logeetha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Thusharaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; Ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yoshnni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"  style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Zayana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Alicia Chan&lt;/span&gt; (Though I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; no idea where is she or how is she)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; about it, for those who believe they should be in the list please do let me know.&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/3829552041998938833-8967865900222958364?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/8967865900222958364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=8967865900222958364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/8967865900222958364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/8967865900222958364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is coming'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-7657892335257679230</id><published>2008-12-21T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:44:23.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carol Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry I couldn't write this yesterday, but here I am today to write to you about yesterday. Ok I think I got that right. Anyway, I woke up around 11 yesterday and I gave you the update of the carolling and all. Today (21st december), however was the carol service. We decided to leave the house at around 3, have a quick pit stop in Midvalley and then head to church to start on some paper work to be done on the Sunday School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was my first time driving to KL, for those of you who know my parents, you'll know very well how extra careful they are with me. So as I was driving suddenly mumsad that she had forgotten to bring the stuffs for the paper work. Therefore we decided to spend time lepaking in Midvalley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU8mWAOiHKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5Br8_UeRKeA/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282483047388814498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU8mWAOiHKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5Br8_UeRKeA/s400/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU8mV1u_HsI/AAAAAAAAAME/ftRzHqbSGWI/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the sight that greeted us as we entered Midvalley. Its been ages since I've been to that place. I believe the last time I went there was to collect my cheque from Tony Roma's. Since then I have never been there before. Being back there brought fond memories of how it used to be before. I used to know the place like the back of my palm. Anyway, the place was crowded to the max, I would have loved it if I were to be able to work in Tony Roma's with the whole gang during this time. With the crowd there, and the joyous spirit of Christmas, it would have been amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I bought some red and gold ribbons for the christmas tree. Then by 5 we left Midvalley and headed to church. As I told you earlier I was supposed to be the Santa Claus for the Carol Service. However, Achen (my priest) came and told me that I only need to get ready like mayb half an hour before the end and not now. So I chilled played carroms for a while then got everything ready for the Santa appearance later. For those who have seen me before, you will know exactly how thin I am, therefore it requires a long time for me to get ready as Santa. Anyway, it all went well. I managed to rock the show. Though the only comments everyone gave was "Santa you sure need to put on some weight". Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway for those hopeful future skinny Santas out there. Here is a quick guide on how to be a Santa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282497634932872802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU8znHED1mI/AAAAAAAAAMU/LwlRLLZ36Ac/s400/Carol+Service+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;1. Get some pillows to stuff into your t-shirt make sure it looks nice and round and not like some disfigured round thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU8lKuFVWMI/AAAAAAAAALs/4UnGYuhrMEQ/s1600-h/Carol+Service+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282481754028202178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU8lKuFVWMI/AAAAAAAAALs/4UnGYuhrMEQ/s400/Carol+Service+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 2. Make sure you put on your socks and shoes because later its going to be much more diffcult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU8lKN7A_kI/AAAAAAAAALk/Za3oKSVCP4k/s1600-h/Carol+Service+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282481745394990658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU8lKN7A_kI/AAAAAAAAALk/Za3oKSVCP4k/s400/Carol+Service+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 3. Get your suit on, and find a nice bushy beard to make you look real old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU8lJDooOjI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmYWD96Dhco/s1600-h/Carol+Service+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282481725453646386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU8lJDooOjI/AAAAAAAAALc/DmYWD96Dhco/s400/Carol+Service+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 4. Add a snowcap so that it covers your head and no one can actually see ur hair and all (this step is optional though it is essential to make it look real)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282483034792544306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU8mVRTWSDI/AAAAAAAAAL0/zkR-YRrBWTE/s400/Carol+Service+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. GO ROCK THE SHOW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282483045760297218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU8mV6KQ6QI/AAAAAAAAAL8/FkFmmewa1T8/s400/Carol+Service+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dont forget to give everyone sweets. What is Santa if he doesnt give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU8lIsohC_I/AAAAAAAAALU/MMR7YrW4oDE/s1600-h/Carol+Service+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282481719279160306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU8lIsohC_I/AAAAAAAAALU/MMR7YrW4oDE/s400/Carol+Service+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. Now the stripping part. Just strip lor, that one also must teach r?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU8lIcTn3SI/AAAAAAAAALM/wof9natDHIo/s1600-h/Carol+Service+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282481714896559394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU8lIcTn3SI/AAAAAAAAALM/wof9natDHIo/s400/Carol+Service+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; 8. Lastly, Show everyone that though you might be a thin Santa, you sure have what it takes to be a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta here.................&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3829552041998938833-7657892335257679230?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/7657892335257679230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=7657892335257679230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/7657892335257679230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/7657892335257679230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/12/carol-service.html' title='Carol Service'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU8mWAOiHKI/AAAAAAAAAMM/5Br8_UeRKeA/s72-c/Image045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-4897854571970591452</id><published>2008-12-20T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:28:43.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroling (The continued version)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282099432775654786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU3JcsbinYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QU3SMuGwg_w/s400/caroling+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you're trying to figure out who that Santa is, yeah you guessed it right, THATS ME. Just like in my earlier post I told my caroling friends that I wanted to be the Santa for the last day of our church caroling. Well ok, I know what all of you are thinking. Santa is supposed to be fat, and I am no where near to being fat, well I had to stuff myself up with pillows and towels but still never really got to the size of the previous Santa who was my cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282099435211704594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU3Jc1gVyRI/AAAAAAAAAKs/T-LoTicaAI0/s400/caroling+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, after about half an hour of stuffing and adjusting at last I got my suit right and we set off to the houses to do our caroling. We were suppose to visit 4 houses today (Yesterday).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rawang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saujana Resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;USJ 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Puchong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a long ride to Rawang with adults and kids alike aboard the van. The kids however enjoyed themselves throughout the journey, as the picture above clearly shows. At last we reached the first house, I got ready to pump into action but sadly the songs there were kinda slow, not really the ones I could shake about. It was pretty difficult to eat with the beard and all, but for those who know me, you should know that I will do anything to eat. So I sat in the kitchen, hung my beard on top of my head and ate my heart away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282099440013069506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU3JdHZEzMI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rVTvhPqswqc/s400/caroling+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I even had time to pose with my sister with the christmas tree in the first house. After wishing everyone Merry Christmas, we left to go to Saujana Resort, the posh area. We were awed as we got there, the houses were huge and so awesome. We entered the house and everyone went around to explore the house. We couldn't contain ourselves, the house even had a pool in it, so you can imagine how excited we were. Honestly, I've never been to a house with a pool in it so you can imagine how excited I was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU3JdSy4O3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/3rK7nWAzFgw/s1600-h/caroling+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282099443074087794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU3JdSy4O3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/3rK7nWAzFgw/s400/caroling+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; At this house, I got to show some of my "Moves" as the songs were upbeat and fun. Once we were done, I set off to eat again. This time they had vadai with dhal curry - my favourite. Damn it was heaven, I even had time to pose at their swimming pool. We chilled a little while longer for Dr. Suresh to come and once he came, we sang a few more songs then left for USJ 4, my aunt's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was PACKED there. There were so many people there, it was pretty hard to dance to the songs. I managed to do what I could, and then I rushed off to eat again. Once I was done giving sweets, we left for the last house of the day in Puchong, to our guitarist's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282099450618437202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU3Jdu5l3lI/AAAAAAAAALE/nbbIZzXxvxw/s400/caroling+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids sure enjoyed the last house, they were pretty exhausted themselves and knowing that this was the last house, I guess their adrenaline kicked in. After singing all the songs, I hurried off into a room to change into my normal clothing and rushed to eat... AGAIN. All in all, it was a good experience to be Santa for a day. Though I have to do it again today :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, lunch is beckoning now so I'm outta here, byeeeee.&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/3829552041998938833-4897854571970591452?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/4897854571970591452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=4897854571970591452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4897854571970591452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4897854571970591452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/12/caroling-continued-version.html' title='Caroling (The continued version)'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SU3JcsbinYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QU3SMuGwg_w/s72-c/caroling+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-1328341365216305464</id><published>2008-12-20T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T09:27:52.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just got back home after caroling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Very tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Will update more tomorrow. Hopefully....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Going to rest now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bye.&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/3829552041998938833-1328341365216305464?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/1328341365216305464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=1328341365216305464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/1328341365216305464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/1328341365216305464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/12/caroling.html' title='Caroling'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-2469484196952490725</id><published>2008-12-19T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T07:42:57.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orphanage kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So today we had the kids from some orphanage come to our college for the Christmas Celebration. So I had to wake up like 6.45 in the morning, once I got ready, I left my house at 8 and reached college at 8.30. Surprisingly the road was clear, not really clear, but still clear enough for me to reach in half an hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got to college, and with nothing to do, I decided to pay Mr. Victor a morning visit. So I sat there chatting with Mr. Vic about a bunch of stuffs, then Brandon came along so did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Edrickson&lt;/span&gt;, then I left about an hour later. We found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kamini&lt;/span&gt; and started to kind of prepare stuffs for the games and all. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; long before the kids came, and after making a brief introduction we continued to prepare for the games. Then, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Abg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Faizul&lt;/span&gt; came with the Santa outfit, so, me being ever so crazy to do anything, volunteered to be the Santa, and changed into the Santa outfit. The kids were kinda, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know maybe excited? When they saw Santa, the skinniest Santa ever, come stand before them and teach them the ever so famous "Chicken Dance". After that, we had a game of "Amazing Race", where the kids have to go from on checkpoint to the other completing tasks at each stations before receiving their next clue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once that game was over, the kids sat down to have their lunch. They were awfully quiet and showed excellent table manners &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; exactly grow up with their parents. I'm not really sure what they had, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; exactly peek into their food. Me, Brandon and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Edrickson&lt;/span&gt; then went down to get ourselves some lunch as well as for the other helpers. And oh yeah, in between, we gave them some soft toys as presents. (this happened before lunch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281513658073579282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUu0sHnZfxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PsFhzks0xKk/s400/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My ever so young coordinator (Darling) posing with &lt;u&gt;THE KIDS'&lt;/u&gt; soft toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After the kids finished their lunch, they went downstairs to get themselves some Malaysian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Crocs&lt;/span&gt; shoes. In other words, they went to Giant to get a new pair of shoes for themselves. Once all of them were done choosing their favourite colour and sizes, the kids proceeded to the area in front of the registry, to get their gifts. They got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; bag as well as a mystery gift which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; so mysterious anymore once they dug their hands into Santa's trolley and took out the gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, the kids were asked to come take their new shoes, put them on and keep their old ones in a plastic bag. The kids were overjoyed, and the happiness on their faces were so evident they were shouting and running around with their new shoes though they were a bit sad they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; slide with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281516527650004322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUu3TJnu3WI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dNl7jIhqjJ0/s400/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The kids getting their new pair of shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281516533378492178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUu3Te9gpxI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/GkzwpLlWBKk/s400/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The kids eager to get their new shoes on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The kids were then asked to follow Santa (me) to the college's theatre - the conference hall. The kids were so excited, I believe many of them had never really watched a movie in a theatre like environment before. After a few technical problems in the beginning, The kids could be heard laughing to the hilarious jokes of the movie "Alvin and the Chipmunks". Once the movie finished, the kids rushed out, excited to find out what more was in store for them today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They proceeded to the area in front of registry again. This time, to an even grander crowd. The crowd included the Head of Departments,Lecturers, but most importantly our President - Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; and our Academic Director - Dr. Ma. We then celebrated the birthdays of all the November and December babies, well sort of babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281518908576962290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUu5dvQ9FvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SvZcQ28Kqn8/s400/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281518910044083874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUu5d0uvlqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6qkobzBn2R8/s400/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Everyone singing the "Happy Birthday" song&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After the birthday celebrations, all the kids were asked to come forward and take photos with Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone, as in the kids, were scared of Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt; at first, they then realized she was half as ferocious as she looked =p. And all of them made themselves comfortable all around Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281518922689989474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUu5ej1wy2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/-qNjvzHAVwU/s400/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The group photo with Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281518932107701042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUu5fG7HqzI/AAAAAAAAAKU/SQIAszUakc0/s400/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Brandon took this picture, so you can figure why its so blur =p Sorry Brandon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once everyone was done, everyone was served with something to eat. The food was honestly, truly, to my opinion, very very nice, though some people might tend to disagree (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;, darling). There was Seafood Spaghetti, Chicken with gravy, fruit tarts (which was so nice) and curry puffs. You know what the worst part was, I am a vegetarian until Christmas, so I had to see all these kids munching on their chicken while had to be satisfied with the fruit tart and the curry puffs. Oh well, as the great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ramlee&lt;/span&gt; said. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;CUBAAN&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before you knew it, it was time for the kids to leave, all of them came forward and wished us "Merry Christmas, goodbye" before going to their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; bags and making sure all their goodies were still in it. I decided to follow them to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;car park&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281518942003823282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUu5fryigrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/P4GJLWlCwwo/s400/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The kids making sure their goodies are in place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All along, there were three boys, kinda extra connected to me. One of them, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Pravin&lt;/span&gt;, even dragged me to the toilet and asked me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Pravin&lt;/span&gt; : "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Anneh&lt;/span&gt;, is this your toilet?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I could only look down at him and smile and replied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me : "No, this is the college's toilet" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then the other 2 kids come, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Theeban&lt;/span&gt; and Gobi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Theeban&lt;/span&gt; : "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Anneh&lt;/span&gt;, you studying for what r?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me : "I'm studying psychology"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Theeban&lt;/span&gt; : "No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;anneh&lt;/span&gt;, I mean like doctor, engineer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me : "Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Theeban&lt;/span&gt; I'm going to be a psychologist"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Theeban&lt;/span&gt; : "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Psy&lt;/span&gt;-ch-o-lo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;gis&lt;/span&gt;-t r? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; la whatever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So that was one of the conversation I had with them three. So as I was walking with them to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;car park&lt;/span&gt;. Gobi comes and holds my right hand, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Theeban&lt;/span&gt; my left, so I was wondering what was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Pravin&lt;/span&gt; going to do, so he just follows behind me for a while, then suddenly he just grabs my wrist and starts walking with me. I was almost in tears as I waved goodbye to them. I can bet you it was an amazing day for them but even more than that it was an even better day for me, being able to share my love with this bunch of kids who thirst for love and affection.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-2469484196952490725?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/2469484196952490725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=2469484196952490725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/2469484196952490725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/2469484196952490725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/12/orphanage-kids.html' title='Orphanage kids'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUu0sHnZfxI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PsFhzks0xKk/s72-c/Image036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-9077048140366483769</id><published>2008-12-18T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:38:43.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did I mention that I had to do this dance because one of the members screwed up his leg and I volunteered to dance? Well this is the dance anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cc750e264f593126" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcc750e264f593126%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330039952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37CA0B02AD77BCBD31F3BD3EFBA33A12EE662C74.65F8F87C8BFCA4B807098312865D3C57C1BC798B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcc750e264f593126%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlF9BfcPvLAfgW6AdqMnm4iBE7ns&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcc750e264f593126%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330039952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37CA0B02AD77BCBD31F3BD3EFBA33A12EE662C74.65F8F87C8BFCA4B807098312865D3C57C1BC798B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcc750e264f593126%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlF9BfcPvLAfgW6AdqMnm4iBE7ns&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The cameraman is an amateur so thats why you can see his finger in between.&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/3829552041998938833-9077048140366483769?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cc750e264f593126&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/9077048140366483769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=9077048140366483769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/9077048140366483769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/9077048140366483769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/12/camp-dance.html' title='Camp Dance'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-6725372765768382858</id><published>2008-12-17T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:41:11.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things After Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well I have told you all about what happened in camp. Now here comes the part after camp was over until today. I'll try to make it as short as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I came back from camp and when I stepped into my house the first thing I saw was the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; tree. 7 feet tall, Gold and red decorations, it was exactly what I wanted. The first night I kind of slept early, to recuperate from all the minimal sleep I had got from camp. The next day, I watched a movie, "The Day The Earth Stood Still". It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; la, not to say an awesome movie and also not to say its bad, it was just kinda dull but with deep moral values. I went with my cousins, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Divya&lt;/span&gt; and Dennis and my 2 camp friends, Anna and Kenneth. After sending them back, I got home, changed, rushed to college because I had this dinner I had to attend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I got to college, the whole place looked so different, I went to find my friends, and my oh my, the ADP section was beautiful though it was located at a rather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nonstrategic&lt;/span&gt; spot. However, after helping out a bit, only a bit. We followed Mr. Victor to this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Moghul&lt;/span&gt; restaurant for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Toastmasters&lt;/span&gt; meeting where Mr. Victor was suppose to give his 3rd speech (the first speech we were going to hear from him). As Mr. Victor said, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; really prepared and felt that he did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, it was actually quite nice. Someone even thought that he could do better than the other speakers (MUSHROOM), all in all it was great to be able to attend the toastmaster's meeting, I thank Mr. Victor for everything that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next day was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HICT&lt;/span&gt; Open Day - Day 1, I got up around 5.30 and left for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Shireen's&lt;/span&gt; house at 6.30, then went to pick Rachel up. She put a container of curry in my car, and me of course never having a curry as a passenger, drove the way I usually drive and by the time we reached college, unsurprisingly we found the curry on my carpet. To clear up he mess, we kept the container onto the seat, not realizing at all that the container had curry in it and also around it. By then, the seat was stained with the curry so was the carpet, I just let it be and hurried to college. To make things short, there were very few people who came to our booth, the location being most likely the reason. By 3, I left college because I had to go for caroling. Caroling was fun, sort of, reached back home around 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next day again, I left for college but not that early this time. I reached college by 9.45-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;. This day, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; really at the ADP booth at all, I was rather busy playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;caroms&lt;/span&gt;, ping pong, chess and football with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Choon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Yau&lt;/span&gt;. Again the attendance was poor and again I left for caroling at 3. This time caroling was a blast, however I was told somethings by my mum which I had to give in to. But what really affected me that night was something an elderly man told me while caroling. We were wishing Merry Christmas to everyone and leaving. I shook this man's hand and he just grabbed my hand, pulled me close and said into my ears "I want you to become a priest". It kind of affected me the whole day, yes even though I was dancing and singing so happily it was still in the back of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday - nothing happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday - nothing happened, except sis came back, and I managed to talk to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday - Went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Aeon&lt;/span&gt; in the afternoon, went to book the tickets for "Twilight", went to my cousins place, picked her up went for the Sesame Street Show which was playing in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Aeon&lt;/span&gt;. Met a couple of friends there. Then hanged around for a while then went for the movie. Twilight is actually a nice movie I would say. I would probably rate it 7.5/10. I watched the movie with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Shireen&lt;/span&gt;, Wee Han and his friend Paula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now besides all these things which have happened to me, I have been facing a lot of problems, which some of you might know. Its not those "Ouch, I hit my foot on the bed" kinda problems but more serious ones. Life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; easy at all for me at the moment, all sorts of problems are drowning me at the moment. Love problems, friends, parents or rather family. Its just so difficult, but I believe God wont give me something I cant handle, so I guess I just have to wait and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-6725372765768382858?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/6725372765768382858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=6725372765768382858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6725372765768382858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6725372765768382858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/12/things-after-camp.html' title='Things After Camp'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-6310561352754939447</id><published>2008-12-16T01:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T02:12:06.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos of camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All in all, camp was ok, maybe not that fun. But to me it kinda kicked me right where it hurt because I learned a lot of stuffs not only from the session but a hell lot more because of the people I was with. I thank each and every one of them. This will lead to a revolution, mark my words, I'll do my best to bring a change into the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd7weJr85I/AAAAAAAAAJc/y5B4i1ePCHk/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280325160772826002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd7weJr85I/AAAAAAAAAJc/y5B4i1ePCHk/s400/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; The gang - Me, Zubin, Ben, Kenny, Ashley and Dinesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280318536943143474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd1u6doCjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_T8piD3Dhi0/s400/l_6337fd5e665a45a3b0ba7da1af629b9c%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Leaving for Lake Gardens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd166I4OXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/w2kCdP00Hvk/s1600-h/l_e9ab41667c3b437d9d370e1ab124ccdb%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280318743014553970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd166I4OXI/AAAAAAAAAJU/w2kCdP00Hvk/s400/l_e9ab41667c3b437d9d370e1ab124ccdb%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; After it started to rain we headed back to play some games at the centre itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd16pKJgMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bPTzdKkdJT8/s1600-h/l_b89b40a9da354411a72b97b21070c687%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280318738456477890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd16pKJgMI/AAAAAAAAAJE/bPTzdKkdJT8/s400/l_b89b40a9da354411a72b97b21070c687%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; All of us anxious to know how the game goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280317899388729330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd1JzYzt_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/9RqNF56TfBo/s400/l_5cfdefe042e149afaaf53c4ea2b23107%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wah!!! Playing game also can pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd16aWfN3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/8u5fvGVebl0/s1600-h/l_afb976e2cd9f466bb1bd0199bf18164a%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280318734481700722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd16aWfN3I/AAAAAAAAAI8/8u5fvGVebl0/s400/l_afb976e2cd9f466bb1bd0199bf18164a%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; This was our second game... Ummm I have no idea what it's called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280318271547489234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd1fdyXu9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/XILq7GztGpk/s400/l_263ae2c2cde649d0b3251dca1e91e03e%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Achen giving us a tip or two about how Aaron could look worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280318543237183634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd1vR6PeJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/BtcJnDyO0dg/s400/l_860908f8f4e54d69959f14eac7a6b352%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He didn't look so bad after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280318545681042530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd1vbA5zGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/FlDP08Lp-ww/s400/l_8354fc953dde4a8595fabc58f46d2a69%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;POSERS!!!!! Especially the ass on the left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280317890825319378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd1JTfIc9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/Vx6-gxRRWew/s400/l_2c784a7559f94c8ab9c67f55ff226f65%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some kind of Arabian Traveller I guess, even the own team mates find him funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280318266968820914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd1fMuuzLI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K6BeN3X4yOI/s400/l_72a9f29beffc429bbf461234f39f636b%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Explanation being made about when the prizes will be given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280318556251016962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd1wCY-zwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_4GMTW5g45c/s400/l_921751e507b044f98c6e32e83d834983%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Campers Night - Reuben and Ephraim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280317906921613346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd1KPcyaCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/BibCMUT8Mu8/s400/l_6db9019c16f84ccbb7efd39cf39ac39c%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The older bunch - Song and beatbox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280318268177143570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd1fRO0VxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/J3ee4R4NHNk/s400/l_482ef81e2bff462ebef3d8c70ab20bd5%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The younger bunch - song and piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280317896713461858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd1Jpa-YGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4bePsONntX4/s400/l_5ca2487ad105483b979ad889b838cb0d%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280318264371120850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd1fDDZCtI/AAAAAAAAAH0/oqz1uUOR9zk/s400/l_092bcfea8bcb4366aec4f585b8807f92%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd1fuQw2mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4ROUjKd-lK0/s1600-h/l_587ee45b60744d8688cf7b3507b8082f%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280318275969931874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd1fuQw2mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4ROUjKd-lK0/s400/l_587ee45b60744d8688cf7b3507b8082f%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Closing session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd1KBlW5xI/AAAAAAAAAHk/f_lq_IcFhLw/s1600-h/l_8d7500aced764201b1a339919b963f84%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280317903199463186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd1KBlW5xI/AAAAAAAAAHk/f_lq_IcFhLw/s400/l_8d7500aced764201b1a339919b963f84%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I had to put this pic, where else can you see Zubin like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280318740454227746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd16wmcvyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/hI9ch72_qSY/s400/l_dd0adc0aae4c4ca4b6e39d4fd2288d0b%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Personal reflection time, Jeffy sure doesn't seem to like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280318536157304034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd1u3iRFOI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vzvCm21LQQ4/s400/l_2524be5dc02846b781e43075a9a021d8%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zubin explaining how camp was for him&lt;/span&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/3829552041998938833-6310561352754939447?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/6310561352754939447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=6310561352754939447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6310561352754939447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6310561352754939447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/12/photos-of-camp.html' title='Photos of camp'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SUd7weJr85I/AAAAAAAAAJc/y5B4i1ePCHk/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-5423140257869498323</id><published>2008-12-14T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:01:15.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now for all those who have been wondering why my blog has been dead for the past week, I've been out for church camp and then kept busy with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HICT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Open Day. Anyhow I'm back now and I'll try giving all of you a glimpse into my past week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Camp started on Sunday after the Holy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Qurbana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; service. For those who are wondering what camp this is, its the 37&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Annual Orthodox Youth Camp (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AOYC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). The theme of the camp this year was "Come Follow Me". I wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; exhilarated to attend the camp, but I attended it nonetheless because I knew she was coming and so also many of my other friends from Singapore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zubin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Sherry and I left for the camp site slightly earlier than everyone else to prepare for the registration and stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The registration and all went well, I had to take the kids to the dorm after which we had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tea break&lt;/span&gt; then we had briefing and then refreshed ourselves. Evening prayers soon followed with dinner right after that. It was then that she came along with the others from Singapore. I had just finished dinner and saw her suddenly and was so shocked I just smiled at her and waved hi. I went in for the ice-breaker session, and once the Singaporeans came in I started my game. The game went well which was followed by night prayers, supper and then off to bed. That night, we made sure the kids slept whereas the slightly older ones we let them stay up n talk as long as they don't disturb the other kids and me and my gang (Ben, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zubin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Ashley) stayed up until 2am catching up with each other's stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We woke up the next day at 5.30 am. It was freaking cold, I was shivering &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; more it was raining. And oh yeah I was sleeping on the couch because the air &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was leaking onto a bed so there was no place so I slept on the couch with Kevin and David.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was pretty much sessions and all nothing major I guess. We (the older bunch) heard from the younger bunch about a hypnotist who gave them a session and in the end where they managed to lift their friends into the air, somehow it sounded impossible to us, but the next day we were in for a huge shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were freaking excited at the thought of being hypnotized or whatever she was about to do to us. She started off with giving us a brief description of hypnotism, and some of us asked questions that were bugging our heads. Then at last the time came, she told us to get into a group of 5, me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zubin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Ben, Ashley and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dinesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got in a group. She then told us to keep the biggest guy on the chair so naturally our group put Ben on the chair. We were then told the process : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) we will use 2 fingers each, 2 people will hold under the armpit and 2 more under the knees to lift the person up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2)she will say somethings that we must totally concentrate on and totally believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3)We lift the person up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She first told us to picture ourselves as tiny little mouses, scrawling on the floor, with small hands and a small body, helpless, looking around for cheese. Then she asks us to lift our friend, and true enough we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; even get the legs to budge even an inch above the ground. Next, she told us that she is going to make us lift our friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We were all pumped with excitement, so she tells us to close our eyes, and she makes us picture ourselves as Superman, that we can carry buildings and fly, that our legs were pumping with muscles, that our chests were pushed out with our hands also feeling so strong. And then she says, "&lt;em&gt;Now on the count of three, you're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to lift your friend up. 1...2...3..." &lt;/em&gt;and the next thing you know, we open our eyes and with no effort at all, we lift our friend right up to the air, and not like a few inches above ground but like 5 feet above the ground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once we set him down, we were dumbfounded, we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; believe what just happened. Anyhow she asks us to be seated again and she explains more about hypnotism and all and then she said she'll let us have one more activity. "&lt;em&gt;Now close your eyes, concentrate on your eyes, you're letting all your troubles drift away, you're in a state of relaxation, you are totally relaxed. Now try to open your eyes, you can't, because you don't want to leave this state. Focus on your right hand, its getting heavy, as if there is a book, a big book on your hand. Its sinking into your leg &lt;/em&gt;(And sure enough you feel as if your right hand is sinking into your leg, you try to lift it but it wont budge it just sinks more) &lt;em&gt;Now you're left hand is getting lighter, it feels almost weightless, it feels as if you have 2 helium balloons tied to your hand, at any time if you feel as if you need to change your sitting position to make you feel more relaxed make sure you do so. &lt;/em&gt;(As she is saying this, you can actually feel that your left hand is moving up, and I personally tried to lift my right hand as well but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; budge, I tried to make my left hand heavy but no, it just continued floating in the air) &lt;em&gt;Now you shall start counting until you forget the numbers that you were saying &lt;/em&gt;(Straight away my head raced, 1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9.. I counted so fast that I realized my left hand was going down again, I relaxed my mind and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;continued&lt;/span&gt; counting but slower this time and sure enough I lost count) &lt;em&gt;Now you shall open your eyes and leave this relaxed state, open your eyes" &lt;/em&gt;When we opened our eyes, we saw that some of our hands were in the air, some way up high, some just slightly above. With that, she told us how we can do whatever we want if we put our minds to it, that is how strong we are, that all we need to do is believe in ourselves, and she handed her name cards to us and told us that we can contact her at any time if we needed any sort of help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now even though all this happened right in front of our eyes, we needed to be certain that all that had just happened &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; merely some kind of hoax. I jokingly told my friends that the only way to be certain was to lift my 120kg cousin. I hope he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; mind me saying this. So we kinda practised it on... wait not me but the others were practising it with their friends. We approached David and he freaked out, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want us to carry him, but we did. Suddenly, my cousin bro, Sherry came in. That was it, me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Zubin&lt;/span&gt;, Ben and Ashley went to him and told him we were about to lift him up. He was a good sport he sat on the chair as we prepared with our self hypnotizing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone was surrounding us, everyone wanted to see whether at last, does this hypnotizing thing really work. We got ourselves in the mood, and at last when I knew I was ready, I asked them "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; shall we do it?" &lt;/em&gt;and they said yes. 1...2...3...and &lt;a href="mailto:*$!@ing"&gt;*$!@ing&lt;/a&gt; shit my cousin was in the air, supported by four people who were lifting him up with 2 fingers each. That was the final straw, this shit works, trust me and I still do practice it sometimes at night lifting my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Besides that they day was pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, they had confession that night which I did not go for because I really wanted to talk to her and abolish the tradition of talking only on the last night. Sadly my dreams were dashed, the Singaporeans had planned a dance for Campers Night, however one of their dancers, had a small accident and sprained his leg if I'm not mistaken, so I told my friend I'll dance for that guy, and so I had to train the whole night all the moves, every single step and therefore couldn't talk to her that night. I know I screwed up, I know I pissed her off, but I had to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next day, went as usual, Campers Night went ok I guess besides the fact that I screwed up the PA system and was in deep shit. That night, I made sure I had some time with her, I didn't want to leave camp thinking that I didn't spend enough time with her. Just to make things short, it never was enough, my mind was on many other things as well. Before I was talking to her, we had a boys time out. Not the typical boys time out but a real different one. I'm sure Ben, Zubin and Ashley know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well all in all, camp wasnt as great as it usually was, the PA system was fixed by the way which really eased the pain out of me. I find that there a lot of things that should be taken into account and be changed if it could. I have to make some kind of change, or things might only get worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-5423140257869498323?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/5423140257869498323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=5423140257869498323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/5423140257869498323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/5423140257869498323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/12/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-1870134725221941249</id><published>2008-12-06T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:21:20.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Mystery a.k.a Catwoman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This post goes out to a special girl in my life, who played a big role in making me the person I am now. Sadly she doesn't want to be named and would like to be known as just Miss Mystery. So Miss Mystery, I hope you do enjoy this post. Oh, now she wants to be known as Catwoman so fine whatever you are, enjoy the post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, back in school as I mentioned in my earlier post, the teachers and all knew about my habit of writing love stories. So they gave me a title which sounded like this "I fell in love the moment I saw it" begin your essay with these words. So I sat there thinking how the hell would I be able to write a love story. The teachers got me this time, they used the word &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;"IT"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. As I sat there wondering what to do, a crazy idea stuck my head. This is that crazy idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fell in love the moment I saw it. Why I used the word 'it' I asked myself. Just one gaze at her face told me why. She was an angel, a goddess, maybe something even more. The golden hair straight down on her shoulders, those twinklng blue eyes which could drown you the moment you laid your eyes upon it and those lips so red that even the reddest of roses would look pale compared to it. That was 'it', 'it' was the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes upon all my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was in Form 1, primary life was over and secondary life had just begun. As all fresh teengaers, I was attracted to a lot of girls. The first day of secondary school began and I felt as if it was just then that my life had began. The moment I gazed at her I knew she would change my life. Change me in any way and every way. Well, life never gives anything to you easily. Just to know this her, I had to wait and wait and wait. At last, the day came where I could finally speak to the angel, to my angel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had just gone through another whole session of lecturing from my parents. Staring at the ground, walking fast, little did I know that my mum's words would help me so quickly. I bumped into her, a group of friends were with her and giggled at the sight of us. I can still remember the first words I told her. She was standing with her head bowed, I don't know what got into me but suddenly I was full of confidence. "I'm sorry, didn't mean to bump into you, I just had a rough day, you know" I told her. That was it, I was blown away when she lifted her face and I swear those eyes just "burned" me. We didn't speak a single word for all that we had to say were said by our hearts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say love at first sight never happens, I guess I as just really lucky. It was shameful in fact, because I didn't even know her name, but all we knew was that we were made for each other. Of course I did find out her name after that. She was Giselle, just hearing the name made me feel warm in my heart and it still does to this very day. We loved each other a lot, and the whole school knew about it too. We managed to have a strong relationship until Form 4.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We faced a lot of tribulations, none of them easy for the both of us, but we managed to overcome it. There was once a scandal which involved me and another girl, Samantha. We were quite close but not as we were rumoured to be - couples. She was more like a sister to me and although everyone doubted us, Giselle never left my side, she was always there and never doubted me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the old saying goes "all's well ends well", we were very happy but something quite contrary to the old saying happened. It happened in school, I was involved in a fight. These few "idiots" were unhappy because I had Giselle as my girlfriend and they came to have a fight with me. It was two against one, but being a taekwando black belt and having Giselle beside me, I feared nothing. They charged at me, and I made a guy unconscious instantly. The other guy was more experienced and gave a good fight. It was then that I heard her scream, the most excruciating scream I have ever heard in my life. As I turned back, I saw Giselle, tears on her face, lying on theground with a knife pierced through her heart. The guys seeing this ran away and fled from the scene.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I gazed down at her, as tears trickled down my face. I held her tight, tight in my arms and placed her on my lap. "Dont go Giselle, dont leave me here. You know I cant live without you," I cried to her. "You have to live without me... you have to for my sake... I love you and I never want you to forget that,". Those were the words, the words that still ring in my ears today, the words which were her last words. "No, no, no... Dont leave me Giselle, you can't leave me now, no" those words came out almost in a hush as I knew I had lost her. There was nothing I could do, my angel had done back to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Those memories still haunt me. Everytime I think of her, tears fill my eyes. "I love you too, Giselle" I tell myself every night. I hope she is happy wherever she is and hopefully she feels proud of whatever I have done and what I have yet to do. I love you Giselle. Always have and always will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That was the essay I wrote back in Form 4, I guess I stumped the teachers. And if you have noticed the sudden bigger size of my font, its because my dear Sharlene could barely read my earlier posts, or so she said. So Sharlene now can read or not ? hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its Dr. Love signing out, chiow&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/3829552041998938833-1870134725221941249?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/1870134725221941249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=1870134725221941249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/1870134725221941249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/1870134725221941249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/12/miss-mystery-aka-catwoman.html' title='Miss Mystery a.k.a Catwoman'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-5173593395942369782</id><published>2008-12-05T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:03:00.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas tree hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is what happened on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 9-ish, I ad my breakfast and all and then me and my mum went to Tesco first. I had to exchange a christmas ornament my aunt bought because it was damaged, then I looked for my new christmas tree. I found a 7 feet christmas tree worth RM130 and a 6 feet which was priced at RM100. After jotting down the details, we did a quick shopping there, buying biscuits and snacks. We went downstairs after that, and enquired about the price of the treadmill. My dad bought the cycling equipment a few months back and now he realized that its practically of no use, so he's thinking of getting a treadmill because its more useful. At last, I can work out at home, that is if I have the time to, because I'm always busy updating all of you with my life. Anyway we set off for Giant after that, we saw a christmas tree there but there was no price tag on it neither did we manage to find any other trees there, then we decided to look for the treadmill and they didn't have it there as well only some massaging machines. I then drove to Asoka, mum was hungry and she couldn't wait anymore. I had ghee tosai and nescafe tarik which was not too bad la, but I've tasted better ones. We then left for Klang Parade, because I had to return something. Ok la I'll just tell you and make it easier for you. I bought underwears which was sized L. So I went home and all and when my mum was about to wash it suddenly she noticed that among all of it there was one undie sized S. Can you imagine that, I had to drive all the way with my mum to Klang Parade to exchange it. Anyway after exchanging it, I bought a shirt that my dad wanted, not with my money of course. Then we went to the Giant downstairs. We saw a few christmas trees there, but God it was old. It looked like it was there for like 5 years and no one had bought it. We decided not to buy from there then we went into Parkson and we found 2 trees. One was 6 feet which was RM250 and the other was 7 feet which cost RM450. Freaking expensive man, me and my mum decided that we might as well just get the one from Tesco. After that we went to Aeon, to see the prices of the treadmill there, it was pretty much the same with the ones in Tesco the only difference was that the ones in Tesco were going for about a 1000 bucks less because they wanted to clear stock and all. After all this we went back home. I had about an hour's sleep and then I woke up to get ready because I was going to watch "Bolt" in Aeon. I wasnt really feeling up to it and I decided to call Ivan to see whether there was anyone else who wanted the ticket, at that time he told me no, then about 20 minutes before the movie he calls me and tells me that there is someone who wants to come, I gladly told him to let her have the ticket. At least I wouldnt miss my "lee xiao long" hehe that was basically how friday went by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today so far I just woke up at 7+ to go for badminton. I had breakfast with my tution teacher then I came back, had my bath and here I am now. Later on, I'll be goin for carolling and from tomorrow onwards I will be in my church camp and therefore I won't be able to update my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll be back!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-5173593395942369782?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/5173593395942369782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=5173593395942369782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/5173593395942369782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/5173593395942369782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-tree-hunting.html' title='Christmas tree hunting'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-3354257160518765025</id><published>2008-12-05T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:03:24.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These past few days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These past few days, I have been kept busy trying to find a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; tree for my house. Its been ages since I've had the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; tree and God knows how long has it been with my family. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; tree is way shorter than me and that pretty much sucks, so I told my mum that we should get a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; tree and I'll use my own money to buy the tree. Before I go much further, let me just quickly jot down wad happened these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents woke up early because my mum had a check up in KL General Hospital. I woke up somewhere around 9.30. I had my breakfast and started watching cartoon. My parents gave me a call and asked me to pick them up from the mechanic because there were some problems with the car. I picked them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;up and&lt;/span&gt; then we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Klang&lt;/span&gt; Parade to do some light shopping and I told my parents that I wanted to go to college for a while just to see Mr. Victor. Now, what came out from my dad's mouth I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; expect at all. He said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; let's go see your lecturer. I was shocked but in no way did I show it. I took them to my college and they saw Mr. Victor and they left the college pretty satisfied I guess. After that, we had lunch then picked up the car then headed back home. I couldn't play football that day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I believe it was raining pretty bad... or wait did I go play that day, I cant exactly remember that was kinda how Wednesday went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 9+ again but this time it was because I had to go out with my friends. I picked up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Pravin&lt;/span&gt; at 12 then picked up someone else then picked up Farah. I had to make a slight detour and after all that I reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pappa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kopitiam&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bkt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tinggi&lt;/span&gt; 2 around 1.45? All 5 of us had a light lunch, I think only me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Sastra&lt;/span&gt; ate, the rest (Farah, Audrey and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Pravin&lt;/span&gt;) all just drank, drinks I mean, not liquor. After that, we headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Aeon&lt;/span&gt;, upon reaching there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Sastra&lt;/span&gt; said that she had to leave because her sister was all alone at home and Farah followed her back. So it was the three of us, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Pravin&lt;/span&gt;, Audrey and me walking around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jusco&lt;/span&gt; trying to find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; trees for me. We practically got bored and decided to leave for home, so I had to go to my aunty's place to take something, and in doing so managed to show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Pravin&lt;/span&gt; how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ambang&lt;/span&gt; Botanic looked like. I then sent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Pravin&lt;/span&gt; back home and went back home myself. I had a nap then continued with my daily night routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant continue with Friday. I'll write tomorrow hopefully. Parents pestering me to sleep cause I have to go for badminton tomorrow. So GOOD NIGHT PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-3354257160518765025?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/3354257160518765025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=3354257160518765025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/3354257160518765025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/3354257160518765025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/12/these-past-few-days.html' title='These past few days'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-6445385449798731685</id><published>2008-12-02T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:05:01.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Essays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now as I promised earlier, just to give you a glimpse of how I used to write back in those high school days, I will treat all of you with some essays that I managed to salvage from the many cleaning processes of my room. Back in high school, I was renowned for always writing a love story for all my tests and exams and even all the teachers knew about it. This is one of my favourites, hope you guys enjoy it too. The title was "It was gloomy that day, rain clouds were forming above my head....." Write an essay which starts like this in not less than xxx words (I cant remember the number of words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was gloomy that day, rain clouds were forming above my head. Faint grumbling sounds of the thunder could be heard. It was almost as if the clouds and thunder did not want me to get out of my house. There was no one at home and having just finished my mid-year examination, I was looking forward to play football in the court in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't long before tiny drops of rain dropped down to the earth. I decided that it was wise to stay at home, for the rain might get heavier. Sure enough, it was raining cats and dogs and I felt a certain comfort being at home. I decided to take a nap and I fell asleep the moment my head touched the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up suddenly feeling a sudden discomfort, my eagle eyes searched the room and found nothing peculiar. I tip-toed my way down the steps and didn't find anything odd but yet the discomfort in my heart did not cease. Suddenly, the phone rang. I almost jumped out of my skin and quickly answered the phone. The caller introduced himself as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Encik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mazlan&lt;/span&gt;, he told me that a man was involved in an accident. After the ambulance took him away, the caller found the victim's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt; and searching the phonebook he saw "home" and decided to call. He added that the victim was in a serious state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shell-shocked, a certain wave of darkness swept through me. I asked him which hospital he was admitted into and I found out it was the hospital which was nearby the house. Having no one to send me there, I decided to cycle to the hospital. As I was cycling, a sudden emptiness came upon me as the possibility of the victim being my father became more excruciating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the hospital with my eyes full of tears, I couldn't bear the fact that my father could actually leave me. My mind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;raced&lt;/span&gt; back to the time my father first taught me how to kick a ball. I was five years old, he scolded me because I didn't kick the ball properly, as he wanted me to kick it using the inside of my feet. I realised that where I was now as the captain of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Selangor&lt;/span&gt; Under-18 team was all due to the times spent with my father. I had never thanked him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought back to the last time I saw my father. He had advised me to focus on my studies and not play around. I explained that I was studying and it was because he didn't spend any time at home that he didn't see me studying. A series of arguments arose and I left him shouting at me and banged my door right at his face. That happened yesterday and today here I was trying to accept the fact that he might have actually gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise where my legs were taking me, and as I looked up I found myself on the third floor. The man who called earlier said that the accident victim was in room number 50. I strode quickly and then broke into a run, 40,41, 42... "&lt;em&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; ready to let him out of my life", &lt;/em&gt;46,47,48... "&lt;em&gt;Dad, I still love you, I'm sorry"&lt;/em&gt; these thoughts rang in my head. Where was room 50 I asked. Thinking of my father and looking at the room number, I banged into someone. I got up quickly said a quick word of sorry and was about to continue looking when I heard my name being called. I turned around, looked up and there was my father. "What are you doing here?" my father asked. I was speechless, I just looked up at him and tears filled my eyes, I ran and hugged him. "Dad, I got a phone call, the person described your car and the phone has our house number on it," I said. I couldn't hold back my tears no more, "I thought you had gone dad, I thought you were dead, I was just thinking back of all the times I had with which I have never appreciated. I thought of the times I let you down. I'm sorry, dad." I suddenly thought about the call I received, "Dad, if you are here, then who was involved in the accident?" I asked my father. "Oh, that guy. He stole my car when I got down to get some grocery items and I also left my phone in the car. I had no idea that something like this would befall him," explained my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing the victim and giving a police report, both father and son, MY dad and I left the hospital and went back home. I thank God that he could give me a chance to realized my mistakes and repent. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt; I will never hurt you again, dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the essay I wrote back in Form 5 for my mid-year exams if I'm not mistaken. I'll try getting more essays. Do drop some comments, thanx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is Dr. Love signing out, byeeeee&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/3829552041998938833-6445385449798731685?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/6445385449798731685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=6445385449798731685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6445385449798731685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6445385449798731685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/12/essays.html' title='Essays'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-6444272859249183970</id><published>2008-12-01T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T01:57:29.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manchester United closes the gap!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/STepf9ZpZOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Lnghb3GKX6U/s1600-h/Rooney500e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275871855010997474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/STepf9ZpZOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Lnghb3GKX6U/s400/Rooney500e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/STT30-T3BMI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jO9_3C9jnOQ/s1600-h/Rooney500e.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, last night Liverpool only managed to salvage a draw and therefore allowing Man U to close the deficit to just a few points with a game in hand. I'm sorry I couldnt blog for the past 2 days as I was pretty occupied with a lot of stuffs. My God, the weather has been getting worse and worse its so hot nowadays I even sweat with my shirt off, can you imagine that? Anyway Sunday was pretty much like every other Sunday. I had to go to church in the morning, had lunch outside, sent my sis back to her home, then it was back to my home. I had a quick nap maybe for about an hour, after which I had to go to my uncle's house for prayer meeting. After having dinner there, I forced my parents to to go back fast and I quickly took the car to watch the Man U game. I had to first pick Pravin (My gay friend) and then picked up Thana and then went to Kepo to watch the game there. To our joy, Manchester United got the lead through who else than Wayne Rooney (whose jersey I was wearing that night).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Besides that goal, it was a rather exciting game to watch, with both sides having their moments. Some moments of madness in the game&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For Manchester United: Ronaldo forgot that he was playing football and not volleyball and handled the ball and got his second yellow card and was sent off&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For Manchester City: Joe Hart forgot which side of the field he was supposed to be on as he entered United's penalty area for a corner. A quick counter-attack made Joe Hart run all the way to the other side of the field just in time to clear Rooney's long range effort.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We watched the second half in Sivitas in Bukit Tinggi. We were joined by Rishi and Arjun soon after. Af ter the gae Arjun had to leave straight away whereas the rest of us chilled for a while then I sent Thana, Pravin and Rishi back home before going home myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tha was basically how Sunday passed by, Monday came by sooner than I had expected. I had to go to college in the morning to collect one last time the money from the cd sales from those who havent paid up yet. As I expected, no one turned up to pay except for Jason. Had lunch with Kenji and sent him back after that. Seow Ling told me that she wanted to go yamcha and so after waiting and waiting at last she tells me she doesn't wanna go. Haih, what to do, go back la. Then I had a nice nap, then I wen to the field. I didn't really want to play, so I didnt wear my shoes. When I reached there of course I couldnt contain myself and I had to play, so I play la, mana tahu this guy came and stepped my feet with the boots, kena la kau kau. So its pretty hard to walk now, as it kinda was really hard. Oh well, it's all in the game I guess. At least that's what my friend Siva always say. My Monday night was as usual, I didn't miss out on my favourite series and I also watched "Criminal Minds" (love that show).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, back to today (Tuesday). I woke up by 9.30 I guess, had my breakfast then around 12 I went to take the results of my blood test. After that I visited my doctor to give her the results to let her check and ask her opinion. She said everything was fine and I need not worry bout nething. I then had lunch and here I am sitting now with this freaking hot weather.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Dr. Love signing out, take care peepz&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/3829552041998938833-6444272859249183970?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/6444272859249183970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=6444272859249183970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6444272859249183970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6444272859249183970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/12/manchester-united-closes-gap.html' title='Manchester United closes the gap!!!'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/STepf9ZpZOI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Lnghb3GKX6U/s72-c/Rooney500e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-4743447504173300320</id><published>2008-11-29T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:39:38.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend is here, so is boredom!!!</title><content type='html'>I woke up early again today as I needed to go to play badminton. If you're wondering how early is early, I woke up at 6.45 a.m. Then I headed to my tution teacher's house to pick her up and left to the badminton court. It was quite tiring playing badminton today because&lt;br /&gt;1. I have not played badminton for more than a month or maybe 2&lt;br /&gt;2. I had to play badminton with 2 married women&lt;br /&gt;3. Because I slept late last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed for breakfast at Anna Brahma restaurant. My God I tell you the ghee tosai there was amazing what more with that awesome dhal curry I almost had my second one. Then, I sent teacher back home and she made me pluck mangoes which was by no means an easy task. Anyway I took some mangoes, I headed back home to find that I had to do more house cleaning. After vacuuming the house, I had to wash my porch and it was around 1.30 that we finished all the cleaning and sat down for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a short nap, a very short one before which I lied down reading the new book I have just got from Shireen, my ADP coordinator. I think the book's name is "Last Ritual". So I read it before having a short nap and then I had my bath and got ready and went on the computer while waiting for my dad's friends to come over. There was suppose to be some business talk and therefore my dad had called some of his friends over to discuss this direct selling business with them. It all finished by 8 and i think my parents were too tired to go out for dinner, so we had to settle for the chicken puffs that we actually bought to serve them, I believe there are another 6 or 7 pieces left. So here I am sitting here giving you my report of today, kinda hungry but still breathing. Sounds like a reporter, maybe I should consider being one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its Dr. Love signing off, take care peepz, chiowzzzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-4743447504173300320?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/4743447504173300320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=4743447504173300320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4743447504173300320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4743447504173300320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-is-here-so-is-boredom.html' title='Weekend is here, so is boredom!!!'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-4775139071061587405</id><published>2008-11-28T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T08:30:52.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Continuation</title><content type='html'>So last night I managed to finish off all about Monday and Tuesday, I sit here thinking whether I should go to Navin's place. Yes, he did not call me personally to his place but he did put out a general invitation in his msn for all to go over to his place, but I guess I'm going to be here because after the countless efforts of trying to contact him in msn to find out the details about this party, I still didn't manage to gather any infos to be able to answer the would-be questions of my mother if I was going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not know what my mum's questions would be, let me give you a list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Why are you going there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Who else will be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Did he call you to go there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you really have to be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What time are you going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What time will you come back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Why do you want to be there for so long? (Because most definitely I'll push as long as I can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you really have to go? (She'll ask this a couple of times hoping that I will change my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What do you want to do there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I guess that would be my 10 most asked questions when asking for permission to go out. Therefore, Navin, I'm sorry I can't make it tomorrow. Hope whoever who will be going there will have a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I promised yesterday, I shall continue with what happened on Wednesday, yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I woke up around 11 again I guess, I went down had my breakfast, we couldn't start on the cleaning work because mum had malayalam movie to watch. So again we started work after lunch, this time we had to dive into the depths of the scattered books hoping yet again to find the most sought after pearl in that sea - Cleanliness. Oh it was by no means a walk in the park, I had to take out all the books from one shelf, wipe it, then sort out the books and mind you I have loads of books and then re-arrange it according to its own areas and needs. By the time it was done it was already 5pm and time for football. But mum said that I shouldn't go for football as it was going to rain or so she felt. So then I had to follow my parents first to my cousins house and then to my grandparents house a.k.a my uncle's house. It was my grandmother's birthday so went there to spend some time with her but rushed home by 8.30 so that my parents could watch their tamil series and I could watch my "Li Xiao Long". Then it was my daily night's routine - going online chatting, being the Dr. Love that I am and retiring for bed around 1am. And oh yeah it was my friend Shireene's birthday, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I woke up early today cause I had to go for this blood test, just a random one so that I can keep up to date with my own body's conditions. Honestly, it was freaking painful because the needle was in my hand for like 3 minutes as she filled 3 test tubes of blood. She had quite a difficult time trying to find a spot to poke the needle, she kept on saying "Aiyah you very thin la", but at last she managed to find the spot and stick it in. My whole right hand was weak after that to the extent I couldnt even drive back thankfully my mum was there so she drove back, and though painful it was nothing could stp me from my most common hobby which is to go online. There I saw Steffy online and she demanded that I should come to Aeon and follow her to look for jobs. So after lunch, I drove to Aeon and met up with Steffy, Thana and Yash in Mcd and chilled there for a while. Then we started on the difficult task of finding a job for the "King's Daughter" or so she claimed. Well after the tiring hunt in which she filled up some forms, we then went mamak to chill for a while then headed back to our homes. P.S. Steffy you drive damn slow la =p. After reaching home, I quickly changed and went to play football in the field. I cant understand why when the field is so wet and the court so empty, they still want to play in the muddy, dirty field. Ah whatever, it started raining after a while and we stopped playing soon after but I still had to sit under the rain waiting for my friend, Pravin to finish playing football so that I could get back the thumbdrive I passed him a few days ago. After getting the thumbdrive, Pravin gave me RM10 and I had to make a quick trip to 99market to reload for Pravin. Then after a quick haircut thanks to my mum, it was my normal routine of eating while watching "Li Xiao Long" and then online and then sleep. Oh yeah, I gave a quick call to my dear Cassey gal before I slept just to make sure all was alright with her. It was another one of my friend's birthday, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIMRAN!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had to get up fairly early today because I had to go to college to collect the money from the CD sales. I woke up and turned on the news, to see the updates on the Mumbai bombings. Its pretty sad that the world has come to this stage where we are now. It is believed that the bombings were done by muslims targetting mainly on American and British tourists and also other foreigners. I still remember those times back in school where the whole bunch of our classmates would always hangout together - Azan, Firdaus, Amirul, the other kid (I forgot his name, can you believe it), Gope, Nicholas, Jackson and I. Those were the times that we really felt that religion or race wasnt a barrier for us to make friends. Oh well, after a quick breakfast of Tiger biscuits, I went upstairs had a shave, a quick bath and set off to college. My God , eventhough it was already 9+ in the morning the road was still pretty jammed up and I had to make a detour through Indian street and managed to get to college by 10.05 (the so called meeting was supposed to start at 10). I rushed to the Blackout Bistro only to find that not a single soul was there besides of course the people on duty. So I quickly visited the computer lab to print some stuff and also my email as Mr. Victor had told me to do so. Well to make it short, I managed to collect RM450 today, and as always many of them didn't turn up to handover their money, and so I would like to thank all of them for not making it because now I have to go to college again on Monday. For lunch, I went to this kopitiam right next to Rejab with Grace and tried their Lemon Chicken Rice and my oh my it was horrendous. Honestly the Lemon Chicken Rice that was sold in the bistro a few weeks ago were way way better than this. After bidding farewell to Grace who was rushing off to Subang, I pad another visit to the bistro had a quick view of Jue Lyn's chess fiasco and then headed for home. Upon reaching home, again, I turned on my computer and went online and chilled for quite a while as my mum left for the "pasar malam". I then had my bath and left to pick up Pravin. We were suppose to meet up with Jackson and Ching Nie to watch the movie Quarantine. We had a quick chat and then headed into the theatre to watch the movie. The theatre was so empty, there was only one person sitting on the rows of chairs in front of us (we sat on row J). The movie was pretty nice, kind of scary and mind you I rarely think a movie is scary, but this movie had its moments though it did kind of make me sick because of the camera view which constantly made me crazy. All in all a 7 for the movie I guess, though I didnt really like the ending it was all too sudden. Honestly if the cinema lady had not opened the exit doors, I would have had no idea that the movie was finishing. After the movie, we had dinner in Asoka with the constant intrusion of insects bombarding us all the time. About 15 mins before 8.30, we all headed for home and I reached just in time for my 8.30 program. As my routine goes, here I am sitting down in the family room upstairs typing out a piece of my life (maybe a chunk) which happens everyday. Now, today I have another friend's birthday, imagine that 3 birthdays in a row. So HAPPY BIRTHDAY FARAZATUL BALQISH (affectionally known as fara =p).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And this is me, Dr. Love signing out. Goodnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-4775139071061587405?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/4775139071061587405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=4775139071061587405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4775139071061587405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4775139071061587405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/11/continuation.html' title='The Continuation'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-712159284548330868</id><published>2008-11-27T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T07:55:37.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is hard</title><content type='html'>Its getting harder and harder to blog about nowadays, at times it seems almost absurd to be writing through whatever which had happened to you throughout the day. I still remember back in primary school we had to write this thing called "bi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ji&lt;/span&gt;". We had to jot down what all happened on that day, and everyday at night I would sit down totally not having a single idea what to write about. I remember writing something like this " I went to school, then I came back and had my lunch. After this I sat down and completed my homework. I felt today was a happy day because I could finish all my homework and still had time to watch some T.V." I had to write down what I felt also in the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow this feels exactly like that, though now once in a while I know how to spice things up. If you do not believe me wait for the coming post, I have one interesting essay I wrote a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well coming back to me, let's start with Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had to go college to work in the cafe, somehow things are getting worse, customers are less even the motivation in the members seems to have died. I can't blame them because honestly I'm becoming that way too. It doesn't have that joy and satisfaction like when how I used to work in Tony Roma's early this year. So after happily leaving college, I had lunch with my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kenji&lt;/span&gt;, and after dropping him home, I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aeon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bkt&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tinggi&lt;/span&gt;. Before that, I had to pick up my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pravin&lt;/span&gt; from Botanic. (Honestly we're going out so much people are starting to think we're gay =p) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pravin&lt;/span&gt; so terribly wanted to watch this movie called Quarantine which many of my friends have deemed unworthy to watch. But those of you who know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pravin&lt;/span&gt; will very well know that once he sets his mind to something he will do whatever it takes to get it. So, fine, I followed him to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;TGV&lt;/span&gt; to see that the movie was showing but somehow I managed to convince him to not watch it at that time. Then, we went walking around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aeon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pravin&lt;/span&gt; seeing fried chickens had to stop and buy 2 pieces of it. Now as we were walking in front of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;, I happened to see my former school teacher, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Pn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Vijaya&lt;/span&gt;. So being the good boy that I was, approached her and said hi, but little did I know that there was another teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Pn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Sia&lt;/span&gt; there. And that was it we got stuck there, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;interrogated&lt;/span&gt; us (mainly Pravin - dear Pn. Ramu's son) for about half anhour before finally letting us go. We sat opposite DOME as Pravin munched down on his chicken as Farah and Sastra soon joined us. And as you know all gals adore taking pics, they would practically die if they do not take a picture of themselves everyday. this applies to mainly all the gals I know. So I had to take pics with them and trust me there were quite a number of them. All of us then started walking randomly around Aeon, with no intentions of doing anything. To make things short, we eventually said goodbye and headed back home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well today I just woke up at 11, and went down for a quick breakfast. Mum told me all so strictly that I had to start on cleaning my room today. So after lunch I set off on a great journey, one that would take courage and bravery beyond measure, to go through the rumbles of the ancient books to find the ever elusive treasure of cleanliness. WOW I guess I can crap =p Anyway, me and my mum decided not to start on the cupboard today and we'll clean everything else that we can. I started cleaning my trophy rack which was by no means an easy task. It was at the top most rack and i had to take the trophies one by one wipe it and put it down until all the trophies were out then wipe the rack itself and then place it all over again. Wait wait I think I have a pic of it. Shit for some reason I can't put it in...... Do blog posts have a certain limit on the number of words? Well anyway I then proceeded to the next shelf which contained books and some accessories. I had to repeat the same process of cleaning the books (mind you it was very dusty =p) and then cleaned the accessories and chucked some books in the cupboard for future cleaning and at last proceeded to my table which was the worst and messiest place in my room. I had to chuck everything to one side, clean it up, then chuck everything to the other side then clean that side up then sorted out the stuffs which were not needed and at last managed to make it look like I actually do study on my table. All this while, my mum was washing my toilet which she claimed was hideous and disgusting and that she wouldn't even dare to even shit in it. Well she did a good job =p well obviously, she is my mum. And after sorting out my clothes and arranging it tidily in the cupboard we called it a day for cleaning and went downstairs to go lepak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak, its getting too late la, will update tomorrow la about what happened on Wednesday and today and also tomorrow =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its Dr. Love signing off BYEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-712159284548330868?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/712159284548330868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=712159284548330868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/712159284548330868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/712159284548330868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-hard.html' title='This is hard'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-4323573662461875473</id><published>2008-11-24T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:44:25.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a wonderful weekend!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SSrOOsfcWyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/f3yOG-_wcfo/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272253065647119138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SSrOOsfcWyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/f3yOG-_wcfo/s200/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2e95053b0681cd31" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2e95053b0681cd31%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330039952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2CDA9C10B71623D4E16E9C93DE091D584941E819.2D31CBF6A1F7A0CFC4C4EDE36F22B4BD0C4A9646%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2e95053b0681cd31%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUFuRJPisFjs-Eal70M8HixAAqwM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2e95053b0681cd31%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330039952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2CDA9C10B71623D4E16E9C93DE091D584941E819.2D31CBF6A1F7A0CFC4C4EDE36F22B4BD0C4A9646%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2e95053b0681cd31%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUFuRJPisFjs-Eal70M8HixAAqwM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7e923449bc17c46" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D07e923449bc17c46%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330039952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EBB5196DBF1EC66315C1D710F031B21DEC659B2.3DDC2F193B1824431C78E0AE459E01C2A414369B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e923449bc17c46%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV93rMI8lOFFNwpMa5eFFZmf_eiw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D07e923449bc17c46%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330039952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EBB5196DBF1EC66315C1D710F031B21DEC659B2.3DDC2F193B1824431C78E0AE459E01C2A414369B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e923449bc17c46%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DV93rMI8lOFFNwpMa5eFFZmf_eiw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I visited the Sepang F1 circuit for the first time on Sunday.  Honestly the atmosphere was awesome and all, though again I don't haf much time to elaborate. I JUST KNOW THAT IT WAS FUNNN!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-4323573662461875473?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2e95053b0681cd31&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7e923449bc17c46&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/4323573662461875473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=4323573662461875473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4323573662461875473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4323573662461875473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-wonderful-weekend.html' title='What a wonderful weekend!!!!!'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SSrOOsfcWyI/AAAAAAAAAGI/f3yOG-_wcfo/s72-c/Image017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-4010348303113698394</id><published>2008-11-20T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:08:29.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick again :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well guess what? Yeah I'm sick again, how'd you know? ok ok that was pretty lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway it seems like it has been ages since I have updated my blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been kept really busy with the CDs and the books that I love to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This will be a very short post so I hope you guys dont mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The HICT Convocation was held on the 15th of November&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was the emcee for it along with Rachel Tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We managed to finish the task smoothly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CD sales going quite well we juz have another 100+ CDs to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Besides that I'm sick again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to the doc last week and she said its viral flu or sumthing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this week she said that it got infected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm really feeling weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that is one feeling I hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry I cant give a more complete update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats all for now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chiows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-4010348303113698394?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/4010348303113698394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=4010348303113698394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4010348303113698394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4010348303113698394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sick-again.html' title='I&apos;m sick again :('/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-5875024323924234788</id><published>2008-11-07T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:03:35.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A slightly less hectic week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After such a hectic week last week, I thought at last this week I could take some time to chill out and relax. I didn't know that I couldn't have been more mistaken. The Monday that just passed was the first day of duty for me in the Blackout Bistro, and who better to work with than Alan. I know you guys think I'm mean for saying stuffs about him but he just drives me up the wall. Anyway we managed to get the lowest sales of the week only pocketing RM90. Besides that, the CDs that we were publishing arrived on Wednesday and Mr. Victor assigned the publishing and money collectiing of the CDs to me. After a whole lot of commotion and confusion I'm glad to say that we have managed to make a lot of money from the CD sales which will most definitely help our current situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now if you're asking what CD is this about, it's actually a CD by this singer called ANDY MCDONOUGH, he was in a band in the UK in the 70's though at those times no one heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of them because of the ever so present bands such as "The Carpenters" and "The Beatles"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we came forward and we asked Mr. Andy's help to produce the CD and he made a compilation of his songs and recorded into a CD which we are now selling. The price of this CD is only RM10 and some of the money collected will be given to MAKNA as well as to some of the clubs in the college. For more information regarding the CD please do visit &lt;a href="http://www.andyblues.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.andyblues.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DO NOT KNOW YET, I"M STUDYING IN HICT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To conclude this week, I had a bonding session with my co-ordinator, Ms. Shireen Ng, who should be on her way to Melaka now. Wee Han, Shireen and myself went for a movie last night, as in Friday night. We went for this horror movie, called "Coffin". It was a really nice movie, it had its moment of horror, shock and emotions. Its a movie you people must watch but maybe not you people who squeal at every single thing that happens in the movie or others who close their eyes throughout the movie and peeks through the holes of their hands (hints at Shireen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all not such a bad week, hope it was the same for you people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that it has been a week since the "Bloody Hell Show", I have managed to get more pics from the show. Now the credit must be given to Aisha for taking all these pics even though she did take sum pics that made me look like I was trying to shit. But still, thank you very much Aisha for all the pics and for all the time it took for you to email me the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Dr. Love signing out for now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUYXVXmsOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gVX8-G38i9U/s1600-h/bloodyhell24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266142128431870178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUYXVXmsOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gVX8-G38i9U/s200/bloodyhell24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUYXbaET9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPIxgSmkzB4/s1600-h/bloodyhell22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266142130052812754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUYXbaET9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/cPIxgSmkzB4/s200/bloodyhell22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUYXcioScI/AAAAAAAAAFY/W1MGQ-ohhuo/s1600-h/bloodyhell16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266142130357160386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUYXcioScI/AAAAAAAAAFY/W1MGQ-ohhuo/s200/bloodyhell16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUYXL36sYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/71to7XsNmCE/s1600-h/bloodyhell9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266142125883044226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUYXL36sYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/71to7XsNmCE/s200/bloodyhell9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUYXJtXAgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zjzhVX2umKw/s1600-h/bloodyhell7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266142125301891586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUYXJtXAgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zjzhVX2umKw/s200/bloodyhell7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUXi34ol2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/MCpojdHIB_U/s1600-h/bloodyhell4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266141227164145506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUXi34ol2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/MCpojdHIB_U/s200/bloodyhell4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUXivMpgiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/bie_ys-iOgQ/s1600-h/bloodyhell3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266141224832172578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUXivMpgiI/AAAAAAAAAEw/bie_ys-iOgQ/s200/bloodyhell3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUXiWQNnqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rhUG8sduPlA/s1600-h/bloodyhell2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266141218136235682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUXiWQNnqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rhUG8sduPlA/s200/bloodyhell2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUY1NNRI8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/1W894br7HoA/s1600-h/bloodyhell35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266142641637106626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUY1NNRI8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/1W894br7HoA/s200/bloodyhell35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUY05zlLWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/uC8_MNKyh_4/s1600-h/bloodyhell29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266142636429094242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUY05zlLWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/uC8_MNKyh_4/s200/bloodyhell29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUY09fdlhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Fr_AqjUXfKk/s1600-h/bloodyhell32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266142637418452498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUY09fdlhI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Fr_AqjUXfKk/s200/bloodyhell32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-5875024323924234788?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/5875024323924234788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=5875024323924234788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/5875024323924234788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/5875024323924234788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/11/slightly-less-hectic-week.html' title='A slightly less hectic week'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SRUYXVXmsOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gVX8-G38i9U/s72-c/bloodyhell24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-1036502277323826529</id><published>2008-11-01T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T03:22:52.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SQwt5E2TgUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tKDkPtY3vFY/s1600-h/nishy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263632523066573122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SQwt5E2TgUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tKDkPtY3vFY/s200/nishy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, as all of u know. I performed 2 songs in the BLOODY HELL SHOW, one being "Lucky"and the other one was the song "Fall For you". Well this song went out to a very special girl in my life. And I thank her a lot for letting me be a part of life. So this post goes out to my gud fren "Nishy" and her beloved dog, Christine who has died.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;REST IN PEACE CHRISTINE!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a id="myphotolink" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1344027&amp;amp;id=558377125"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4cd9ce32e30553e5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4cd9ce32e30553e5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330039952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2211ED683FE74A6421D53EE3044FF023F433891D.585FDA13B2EAE3E1E49F72AB726236C8D8995DEF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4cd9ce32e30553e5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4WxwGBHpO0Px0v064dZh6GhlzzE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4cd9ce32e30553e5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330039952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2211ED683FE74A6421D53EE3044FF023F433891D.585FDA13B2EAE3E1E49F72AB726236C8D8995DEF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4cd9ce32e30553e5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4WxwGBHpO0Px0v064dZh6GhlzzE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-1036502277323826529?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4cd9ce32e30553e5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/1036502277323826529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=1036502277323826529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/1036502277323826529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/1036502277323826529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-for-you.html' title='Fall For You'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SQwt5E2TgUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/tKDkPtY3vFY/s72-c/nishy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-5969654574629094905</id><published>2008-10-31T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T02:46:21.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hectic Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First and foremost I would like to say hi and dedicate this post to my lovely ghost, she's a ghost from Singapore and her name is Poojha I guess (did I spell it right?) So this is for you. Take care and I MISS YOU!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SQv_ns0Vk9I/AAAAAAAAADA/hL7CBgbPGvk/s1600-h/NB.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263581647023215570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SQv_ns0Vk9I/AAAAAAAAADA/hL7CBgbPGvk/s200/NB.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poojha (My Singapore Ghost) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now to start this hectic week, let's start with Monday - Deepavali day. That morning I went to my friend Kesher's house with my friend Jackson. We spend some time to talk about our lives and then headed for lunch (the mutton was savadi la Kesher) and then we went to the room and lepak lepak talk talk and after that we went to Preeta's house. There we met up with our other frens, Ganesaa, Navin, Francis, Desmond and Francis' cousin (I forgot his name). Again I was asked to take lunch but happily declined. I had to head home cause I was planning to go to Indian Street to get some clothes but the plan got cancelled and I went bac to Preeta's house. From there we went to Sir Bala's house and again were forced to eat. I juz had a piece of cake as my stomach was slowly expanding. After hanging out there for a while we went to Ganesaa's house after which I went back home after sending Preeta back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263619675718657586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SQwiNQv3pjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UNNPylxBtGc/s200/1_468267195l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the next day I was suppose to deliver my first ice-breakers speech. I had to be in college earlier because we had to prepare some stuffs for the "Bloody Hell Show" and also to practice the songs we were goin to sing on that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263602349330203010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SQwScu69AYI/AAAAAAAAADg/ktgtm_14Was/s200/P1012091.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;YES WE WERE PRACTISING, ok ok we were having a break &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the practice, I had a quick change and headed for the Senate Conference Room to prepare for my speech. This time there were 3 senior Toastmasters - ACB Arul, ACG CL Lee Wei Seong and DTM Soh. Among all the days, they had to choose the day I was speaking to come. Anyhow all went well and i managed to deliver my speech without much difficulty. My title was "Dr. Love" and here I'll attach the beginning and the ending of my speech.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beginning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“U CAN TEAR MY HEART APART, BUT U CAN NEVER TEAR MY SOUL APART”&lt;br /&gt;With these words I march forward not looking behind,&lt;br /&gt;Seeking the purpose of my life which I have yet to find.&lt;br /&gt;You may ask why I call myself Dr. Love,&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s just a gift from God above.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ending:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I hope you know better about my name,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t expect any sort of fame,&lt;br /&gt;This life of mine is a game,&lt;br /&gt;I just need to have an aim,&lt;br /&gt;And hope that I won’t be lame,&lt;br /&gt;So if I happen to see a fine dame,&lt;br /&gt;She would see that I’m not the same.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SQwCBQbfGwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/El2VYFg_KB0/s1600-h/P1012137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263584285102643970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SQwCBQbfGwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/El2VYFg_KB0/s200/P1012137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group photo after Toastmasters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SQwBOzdnldI/AAAAAAAAADI/qjitZSX_WNg/s1600-h/P1012131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263583418333500882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SQwBOzdnldI/AAAAAAAAADI/qjitZSX_WNg/s200/P1012131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the Toastmasters meeting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From left: Shireen, Mr. Victor, ME, Wee Han and Andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before I could have a sigh of relief, I was already fretting about the thing which was supposed to happen the next day. I was suppose to be the emcee for the DeepaRaya celebration in my college. Besides that the official opening of our college's cafe was suppose to take place the next day. Blackout Bistro was wad it was called and after a succesfull opening the crowd moved on to the DeepaRaya celebrations, I mean the important crowds. Well to make it short, things went well, though the crowd was ever so supportive *sarcastic*, nw I kinda haf an idea why the college is dead its because even the staffs themselves are so not cooperative wih the exception of Dr. Lim of course. After that I could take a huge breath of relief for all the major stuffs were over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263608618610995538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SQwYJpz-MVI/AAAAAAAAADo/7onAEFcdb40/s200/291020083295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;From left: Chee Hong, Abdullah "Mathew" bin Sulaiman and Ivan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now the next day, was a bit more relaxed, wait what am I saying, it wasn't relaxed at all. I had to meet Dr. Lim (CEO &amp;amp; advisor of HICT) at 11.30 in the morning. I reached the college at around 11 and I saw some of my friends in my college who were from STAR who were in my college for a seminar. Rachel and I then went to meet Dr. Lim because she wanted to see us to discuss about being the emcees for the upcoming convocation day. After that I set off to arrange all that was needed for the talk that was suppose to take place that evening. We had managed to arrange the world's 2nd best speaker to give a talk about his experience in competing in the finals and wad do's and dont's should we practice. I had to run around arranging his needs, getting a dvd player arranging the projector, God that really was tough, thank God Abg. Aziz was there to help me thru everything and luckily that too went on well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next day, was the biggest day of the whole week. THE BLOODY HELL SHOW!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were looking forward to it because it was supposed to be better and more massive than the Freedom 2008 show we had this last April. After decorating the auditorium to make it look spooky and haunting. We focused on the opening after that, there were supposed to be 3 ghosts who were supposed to act as statues and not move a muscle until all the audiences were seated and a witch came to give them life. That went perfectly well and so did the whole show, except for the appaling sound system which was deemed the biggest problem throughout the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was really a great experience learning this whole thing bout getting a show done and decorating it and all, and I thank all of you who were involved and in making this show a wonderful one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SQwhe_77ndI/AAAAAAAAAEI/IjWNBlrhOnc/s1600-h/311020083343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263618880931864018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SQwhe_77ndI/AAAAAAAAAEI/IjWNBlrhOnc/s200/311020083343.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photo after the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SQwhegVBwNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/poj1UhNfGew/s1600-h/DSC00985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263618872447189202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SQwhegVBwNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/poj1UhNfGew/s200/DSC00985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Rachel singing "lucky" with Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SQwheSIgr9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/uS56jwudY6E/s1600-h/DSC00984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263618868636594130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SQwheSIgr9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/uS56jwudY6E/s200/DSC00984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As Above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SQwhd3f2aHI/AAAAAAAAADw/Nh_hmHD7QYo/s1600-h/DSC00983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263618861486729330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SQwhd3f2aHI/AAAAAAAAADw/Nh_hmHD7QYo/s200/DSC00983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me starting the song "Lucky"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3829552041998938833-5969654574629094905?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/5969654574629094905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=5969654574629094905' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5eac0577a8c6d8b6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/5787921820530615283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=5787921820530615283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/5787921820530615283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/5787921820530615283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/10/videos.html' title='Videos'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-1705373183493512254</id><published>2008-10-21T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:51:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Packed Week Next Week Laaaaa!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to die next week, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so damn fully packed..... toastmasters, performances, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MC&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shit this is so not going to be good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a discussion today in college about the "Bloody Hell Show".... for those of you who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; known already (which are really few because all the ardent readers of my blogs are my college &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;) there will be an event on the 31st Oct in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HICT&lt;/span&gt; (5t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; floor of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Klang&lt;/span&gt; Parade) from around 5pm - 8pm so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt; do come, we need all the support we can get..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well any&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; the meeting had to practice my song then went for lunch at 4 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just fast-forwarding everything) and then went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; home and here I am in front of the computer at 12.48 am blogging. Its "BLOODY HELL" weird for me to be blogging at this time. I k&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; for sum of you people its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; normal but its weird for me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; it's even rare to see me online at this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; about it I guess. H&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;aih&lt;/span&gt; blogging its becoming weirder nowadays, people complain I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; no pics in my blog, well of course la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; I don't take any, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt; you wont understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until next time, its Mathew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;GoyangLembing&lt;/span&gt; signing off...... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;chiows&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/3829552041998938833-1705373183493512254?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/1705373183493512254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=1705373183493512254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/1705373183493512254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/1705373183493512254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/10/packed-week-next-week-laaaaa.html' title='Packed Week Next Week Laaaaa!!!!'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-6423742663797324363</id><published>2008-10-17T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T06:56:01.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm desperate for work. I need to work, but I can't look desperdate, but I am..... haih I went to KUMON today, thanks to my dear Iona. Iona I was just asking you how much the pay is because because my mum and I disagreed on the pay there.... Not because I wanted a job there. But never mind la, thank you manyak manyak.... hehe So I went to KUMON and had a discussion with the boss, wad do you guys think? should I take this job? I told her I need some time to think, cause I have also applied somewhere else..... so should I work there only or should I work at 2 places? i'm desperate to get a good pay, i need money to pay for my college and all... so yeah please do put your 2 cents worth of thoughts here, like Mr. Vicky said I must also put some phrases in my posting from now onwards. Dats all for today guys oh yeah I'll be going to Subang tomorrow for some Toastmasters competition, i'm just going as an audience so no need to wish me good luck, but about finding a hot chick there, yeah come on I NEED ALL THE LUCK!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-6423742663797324363?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/6423742663797324363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=6423742663797324363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6423742663797324363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6423742663797324363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/10/work.html' title='Work!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-227639489625660315</id><published>2008-10-16T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T05:24:54.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Guys!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First and foremost, I want to thank all my f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;riends&lt;/span&gt; for the party you guys threw last night. I honestly enjoyed it, though I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; like the part where you guys made me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wai&lt;/span&gt; How go upstairs. You know I was making sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; if i go out with my friends before my birthday or something that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; let any of my college friends know about this because a repeat of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jue&lt;/span&gt; Lyn's birthday would happen. So I was so careful in planning everything i really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; imagine you guys would do it yesterdays. BUNCH OF SCUMBAGS!!!!!!!!!! BUNCH OF SCUMBAGS THAT I LOVE!!!!!!!! THANK YOU !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now besides that at last our semester is over and we have a long break till January. I have to find a job, its so hard to get a job nowadays, seriously I don't want to go to KL and work again. If any of you guys know of any jobs out there, pleaz do let me know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last but not least, the BLOODY HELL Show is coming, and we still haven't decided on a lot of things, shit we have one week to get things straight, wish me luck.... i'm outta here chiows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-227639489625660315?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/227639489625660315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=227639489625660315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/227639489625660315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/227639489625660315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-guys.html' title='Thanks Guys!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-8253223427101144266</id><published>2008-10-01T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:51:39.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haih,  it seems like I only update my blog like once a month. Wait, is that like bad, I dont know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things haven't been going good with me for a while which explains my quiet stint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where should I start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arguements with parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assignments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Studies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What should I say? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess I can actually write a book about this. That's what someone asked me to do after my SPM. Too bad I didn't have the time to actually do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have so many things to share in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yea, Toastmasters coming up, have to give my first speech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must blow them away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just worried about blowing myself away as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, what is life without some risks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I watched Halloween with my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to say its an awesome movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had two of my female friends sitting beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of holding my hand, no, not the way you're thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was holding my hand like my hand was a bolster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everytime the killer comes near she'll start digging her nails deep into my arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other one would just sometimes lean on my shoulder or bang my arm or whack me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But even with all those disturbances I enjoyed the movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You all should watch the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I watched another movie as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EAGLE EYE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also another great movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well taken well acted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But as usual, my dad didnt like it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He never enjoys movies, he always wants action packed movies but the conventional ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He doesnt like all this high tech science fiction stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I guess thats all for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Matt signing off....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-8253223427101144266?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/8253223427101144266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=8253223427101144266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/8253223427101144266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/8253223427101144266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/10/haih-it-seems-like-i-only-update-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-8461074480926713248</id><published>2008-09-15T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T04:52:42.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is life so hard to explain??</title><content type='html'>Why do I give such a name for my title? Cause things are just so hard to interpret nowadays things will b great and then it wont until you just seem to get fed up with life. I bet some of you do feel the same way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Anyway let's forget about that, I'm resurrecting my blog from this short hibernation to write about the birthday party we had for my dear friend Jue Lyn yesterday. My unusual knack of meeting random people and making friends with them continued again, as i met 3 of Jue Lyn's frens in Sunway Pyramid. Umm the names, ummmm I think one is Sue Faye, the other 2 i'm not really sure. (Jue Lyn if you read this please remember to tell me their names)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                Wad else? I'm just having this terrible itch in my eyes. so I tink I'll stop ere before my eye balls come popping out. hehe. Happy Birthday Jue Lyn!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-8461074480926713248?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/8461074480926713248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=8461074480926713248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/8461074480926713248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/8461074480926713248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-is-life-so-hard-to-explain.html' title='Why is life so hard to explain??'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-4224504157428919252</id><published>2008-09-05T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T07:40:03.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somethings have happened now which keeps me wondering what did I mean to you? Did I even have a place in your heart..... Based on what you said, I feel I wasted your time and I feel that I cheated you and hurt you but I won't know all this because now you wont answer my calls or reply my messages, its ok I get it but I wrote this so that you will neva doubt how much you meant to me in my life.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why did you have to do this to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all that we had, is this what you wanted it to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were the one who made me smile, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though it might have been just for a while,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were the one who was always there for me,&lt;br /&gt;Telling me that with me you will always be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were the one who would call me on "YOUR" birthday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you just wanted to hear me say "Hey",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were the one I wanted to be with,&lt;br /&gt;because you didnt want me to be muscular or fit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You didn't ask me to obey and sit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All you said was "Mattie, you need to eat more a lil' bit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were the one who would never be angry because of what I said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we could talk for hours and hours until we hit the bed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were the one that I would think of when I woke up everyday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And send you a text message saying "Hey, how are you today?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were the one who lit up my dark dark night,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By being there with me making my life bright,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were the one who I could tell nething not matter what,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if I did happen to accidentaly fart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were the one that I would never want to lose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because to find sumone else like you, it's not easy to choose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were the one I would sing to when I was sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would sing you our song "The best I've ever had"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were the one who I could call any name,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you still wouldn't get mad because you know it's a game,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were the one who didn't know anything about Klang,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still wanted to come, so you and me could go hang,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were the one who was so dumb I could laugh at,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you would laugh with me because you know I didn't mean that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were the one I could do anything with and yet you wouldn't mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you were that special, so humble and kind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were the one who didn't know what it felt like to be happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tried to show it to you , but I guess it was crappy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I guess this is where I stop and say sorry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And tell you, please do not worry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry I messed up in your life,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I hurt you with a knife,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you can start life anew,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And never forget my wish "Happiness should always be with you"&lt;/div&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/3829552041998938833-4224504157428919252?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/4224504157428919252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=4224504157428919252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4224504157428919252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4224504157428919252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/09/somethings-have-happened-now-which.html' title=''/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-25616397928800939</id><published>2008-08-26T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:13:24.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS LOVE????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is something someone who is very special to me wrote based on me, hope you guys enjoy it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you look out the window during maths, because you just&lt;br /&gt;cant figure out how to do it, and he's the first thing that comes to mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you call him, and he picks up the phone, your hear does a little flutter,&lt;br /&gt;and when he says he missed you, you briefly forget your own name...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you dont put it agaisnt him when he tells you his bad habits,&lt;br /&gt;like when he says "Girl, I just farted",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you can tell him just about anything, none of your secrets are spared,&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that you can do that with him just makes it so beautiful...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you dont listen to your friends when they say hes not good enough,&lt;br /&gt;because you know him, and you KNOW that he is,&lt;br /&gt;and you know your good enough for him as well....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you dont care that he doesnt drive a flashy car, and you're not ashamed&lt;br /&gt;to tell your friends that he's gonna pick you up in his Kancil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When even when you guys break up and you get with some other guy,&lt;br /&gt;you just find it impossible to get over him and MOVE on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you dont care if he isnt the best good looking guy in KL, or when&lt;br /&gt;your friends think that, because in your eyes, he's the hottest guy you've ever met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How he's just so real and far from princecharming and so imperfect,&lt;br /&gt;but you love him because he maks you get a grip on reality,&lt;br /&gt;and that life is just, never goin to be perfect...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How you want to be with him so bad, at that very moment, it hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How at the same time you know that even when you guys hook up and&lt;br /&gt;break up many times, or break up for the last time, you'll be okay, okay without him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even when he's not your boyfriend, he's still your best friend,&lt;br /&gt;and you still tell him absolutely everything....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lastly, you look back and think, "Man, I'm happy to have felt so much&lt;br /&gt;love at least once in my life.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you can't decide whether you'll be happy or stripped of your pride when he sees this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-25616397928800939?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/25616397928800939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=25616397928800939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/25616397928800939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/25616397928800939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-love.html' title='WHAT IS LOVE????'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-7482688603356006064</id><published>2008-08-25T03:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:14:47.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to college</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after 2 weeks, boring my ass off at home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(excuding certain moments) I headed back to college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I got to play ping pong again but the holidays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;surely rusted my skills, and guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I juz cant see my lecturer to be gud, I don't know, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somehow I juz feel I dont enjoy her class. What more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with having excellent lecturers in the first sem, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just feel that she's juz not up to the standard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well maybe I just think too much but EEERRRGGGHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what do I do? I went to the coordinators office&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i asked him whether can I drop the subject &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so after he checks all the files which took about 5-7 mins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he tells me the only option is to take public speaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which the class is alredi full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WTF!!!!! haih so i guess i juz haf to continue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with this lecturer and pray that she can prove me wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PRAY FOR ME GUYS!!!!!! I DUN WANNA FAIL!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-7482688603356006064?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/7482688603356006064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=7482688603356006064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/7482688603356006064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/7482688603356006064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-college.html' title='Back to college'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-8806165163130973373</id><published>2008-08-24T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T09:06:20.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now some of you say that my blog really lacks photos, so I'm goin to put in some of the photos which are like.... what shud Isay, nice? hope it kinda reaches out to u.....&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/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGGHiXORMI/AAAAAAAAACI/aRpqEUTYJXc/s1600-h/P7031336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238115305650013378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGGHiXORMI/AAAAAAAAACI/aRpqEUTYJXc/s200/P7031336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just warming up for the Beijing Olympics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Me and Choon Yau)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGGHx3cc1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZNH-i2VN1NY/s1600-h/1_222947838l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238115309811692370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGGHx3cc1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZNH-i2VN1NY/s200/1_222947838l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The well known, famous, Goyangz Crew&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I bet u guys know where I am in the pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGGJMkRlqI/AAAAAAAAACY/YkBupEkLNrQ/s1600-h/160720081194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238115334158915234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGGJMkRlqI/AAAAAAAAACY/YkBupEkLNrQ/s200/160720081194.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE WINNING TEAM!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From left: Zahid, Me, Vel, Cherng Khai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGGJGqof0I/AAAAAAAAACg/p5B1Z8NKdig/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238115332574969666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGGJGqof0I/AAAAAAAAACg/p5B1Z8NKdig/s200/DSC00300.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Goyangz Crew again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;having some breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGGJfpqeXI/AAAAAAAAACo/T-B3nuwxp5U/s1600-h/37928262247762l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238115339281791346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGGJfpqeXI/AAAAAAAAACo/T-B3nuwxp5U/s200/37928262247762l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How it all started.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGDJBndPtI/AAAAAAAAABo/htfcUHtfzxk/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238112032684588754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGDJBndPtI/AAAAAAAAABo/htfcUHtfzxk/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left : Pravin, Me, Francis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGDJswjnPI/AAAAAAAAABw/EUkCmYlbNyc/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238112044265479410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGDJswjnPI/AAAAAAAAABw/EUkCmYlbNyc/s200/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The increasing tower of Jusco&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From left: Sastra, Afeerah, Pravin and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGDJ7xUFgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nNXcxEGMgBs/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238112048295187970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGDJ7xUFgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nNXcxEGMgBs/s200/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ruzzie and me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One of the person that means the most in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGDRQX6xDI/AAAAAAAAACA/FsEgLuQl0Xg/s1600-h/traditional1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238112174084899890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGDRQX6xDI/AAAAAAAAACA/FsEgLuQl0Xg/s200/traditional1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are rare pics&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I rarely take pics with traditional clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238108937524220050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGAU3PuEJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/M40M_NluXfQ/s200/Hict2+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In college trying an impersonation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the Sleeping Buddha&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGAVRYunRI/AAAAAAAAABA/ecxd_LN1JhI/s1600-h/IMGP1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238108944541326610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGAVRYunRI/AAAAAAAAABA/ecxd_LN1JhI/s200/IMGP1219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh those were the days back in school,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;having some fun posing sad faces, hehe &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGAV-AchhI/AAAAAAAAABI/HYsXzoB0cXM/s1600-h/IMGP1224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238108956519073298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGAV-AchhI/AAAAAAAAABI/HYsXzoB0cXM/s200/IMGP1224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recognize me in the pic? you don't?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;well thats jolly good then, hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGAWD0uM3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Mv3YT60LVcU/s1600-h/IMGP1266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238108958080512882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGAWD0uM3I/AAAAAAAAABQ/Mv3YT60LVcU/s200/IMGP1266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my partner in crime&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;NAVIN KATTE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGAWVEPbAI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZqjPzMaTG9I/s1600-h/IMGP1271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238108962709007362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGAWVEPbAI/AAAAAAAAABY/ZqjPzMaTG9I/s200/IMGP1271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes i miss her.... dats Seow Ling by the way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238112030852704786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGDI6ys6hI/AAAAAAAAABg/IGmAYEPBguo/s200/IMGP1308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some of the Goyangz Crew&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/3829552041998938833-8806165163130973373?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/8806165163130973373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=8806165163130973373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/8806165163130973373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/8806165163130973373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/08/photos.html' title='PHOTOS'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/SLGGHiXORMI/AAAAAAAAACI/aRpqEUTYJXc/s72-c/P7031336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-8769358697145493859</id><published>2008-08-23T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T05:26:23.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I know la I haven't been posting for a long time now, but I have to be quite careful nowadays cause I need to be alert of who all are reading my posts. Well lets c wads been happening? I had a hell of a fun time on da 15th, for those who dunno what happened pleaz refer to ivan's blog. sorry juz haf to be alert. well wad else? College is finally starting on monday, I noe, I neva tot i would miss college this much but yeah I do and sum people in the college as well..... I need to kick start my drama club it seems its turning out to be like all the other clubs in HICT - "DEAD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i haf to start on dat besides dat looking forward to c my gang and go pici pottu again haha.&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL MY FRIENDS MISS U GUYS MAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-8769358697145493859?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/8769358697145493859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=8769358697145493859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/8769358697145493859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/8769358697145493859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorry-people.html' title='SORRY PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-748967918687533741</id><published>2008-08-13T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T07:36:37.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GENTING TRIP</title><content type='html'>So, after a hectic and crappy exam week we went for a holiday as in my friends and I. We set off to Genting for 2 days and 1 night. We went by bus (did you know we can reach genting in about an hour? dats fast wey) and then we took a cable car up to the whatever place la. Ok la it might have been a bit scary, but i dun really fear heights. well neway i malas la wanna write a lot but i haf to say this. Joshi boy u made me proud, gud for u man dat u went on da space shot even though i tot u might piss in ur pants for it, good job man. for more details view my other friends blog i dun really like to write a lot. or mayb not juz now hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-748967918687533741?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/748967918687533741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=748967918687533741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/748967918687533741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/748967918687533741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/08/genting-ti.html' title='GENTING TRIP'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-1071252909778337037</id><published>2008-08-06T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T03:38:46.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAM FINALS!!!!</title><content type='html'>sorry la people, i noe la i neva update, busy studying ma, sumore dunno wad crap to write. college is getting more and more fun now. lot of gossips and a lot of people i cant seem to see eye-to-eye with. yeah thats a gud thing coz i juz cant stand some people some times. well newayz i'll b goin to genting next monday cant wait for dat. wad else? nothing i guess. dats about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-1071252909778337037?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/1071252909778337037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=1071252909778337037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/1071252909778337037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/1071252909778337037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/08/exam-finals.html' title='EXAM FINALS!!!!'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-9070003736771665190</id><published>2008-07-22T07:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T07:36:39.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! At last assignment is over, 1 I mean there is still another one left to do, damn i had to struggle to finish dat, oh shit wait, another journal to do, damn i juz saw miss tan's email, y oh y? no time to study oso la. Had Toastmasters meeting today, quite nice la. i have no regret whatsoever for joining the club, i truly feel that this club can improve my english to the next level. thats about it i guess, i dunno how people write stuffs everyday la, i got nothing to write oso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-9070003736771665190?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/9070003736771665190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=9070003736771665190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/9070003736771665190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/9070003736771665190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/07/haaaaaaaaa-at-last-assignment-is-over-1.html' title=''/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-6922371655828874169</id><published>2008-07-19T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T02:55:40.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Jian Jie</title><content type='html'>Well for those who were wondering, we lost as in Jian and me. we didnt even manage to get a third-placing. First of all I wanna apologize to Jian Jie for my sucky game, I know u wanted to win that game but i'm sorry i screwed up. i played a shitty game. I feel like shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-6922371655828874169?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/6922371655828874169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=6922371655828874169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6922371655828874169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6922371655828874169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/07/sorry-jian-jie.html' title='Sorry Jian Jie'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-2455774420618699274</id><published>2008-07-19T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T02:53:16.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been busy with the assignment. Well any&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; to continue our story.... we were due to meet Saad's team. We entered the court full of spirit, after all we had beaten what was believed to be the strongest team in the tournament. but our high spirits were dashed when they opened the scoring. 1-0 down we tidied our game and clawed bac and scored. and again they scored making it 2-1, we had to come back again and we did drawing the score level at 2-2, we played our hearts out, attacking with ferocity and defending with intensity and towards the end of the game we managed to earn a penalty. Again Cherng Kai steeped up to take it, but this time he missed. With words of encouragement, we pulled ourselves together and managed to hold on until extra time. We knew we had to give it our all in this short extra time we had, and we made it count as we opened the scoring in extra time to make it 3-2. but what goes up must come down and we conceded a goal again to make it 3-3.&lt;br /&gt;                The game went on until it had to be decided by penalties. i did the same style in guarding the post as i did the 2 previous times i succesfully managed to save it but they still managed to score. 1-0.&lt;br /&gt;               Then Saad came to defend the goal, and he did some funny pose but we still managed to score. 1-1.&lt;br /&gt;              Since he gave a weird defending style, i did mine, blocking as much of the goalpost as i could but to no avail. score now 2-1. that was how it went until the score was level 2-2 and vicky stepped up to take the penalty............. and he missed. i screamed so loudly, this was it if we converted the next penalty that would mean we would have clinched the title of champions, and sure enough we did and i screamed out all that was in me. and that was it we are the champions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-2455774420618699274?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/2455774420618699274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=2455774420618699274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/2455774420618699274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/2455774420618699274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/07/final.html' title='The Final'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-5389708803102814798</id><published>2008-07-16T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:16:00.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Champions!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well the 16th of July was the HICT Sports Carnival Street Soccer Championship. The night earlier i couldnt even sleep peacefully because the day earlier we saw that they were making a new goal post (taller than me) so i was the designated goalkeeper for the next day. so i woke up- feeling dead nervous, the competition was due to  start at 2, i didnt eat much i didnt want to have my stomach rumbling while diving here and there right? so i went up got ready and it was while i was putting on my gloves that they informed me that no keeper was needed and they were still using the small posts. you can have no idea how happy i was, we found out our group wasnt that easy but quite a tricky one, we watched the first few teams play (we were in group B) and then it came our turn to play,we were against Hassan's team, we were a bit sloppy being the first game but we still managed to win 7-0, lucky us, we waited patiently until our next game, against Sampath's team which we played much better and won 6-2, amazing, we managed to qualify for the semi-finals, which we were up against Mahin's team...... one of the strongest team in the tournament. i was scared like shit. i play with Mahin all the time in my housing area, and always if the team has Mahin they will most definitely win, we entered and true enough after the first half we were 2-0 down, shit, we didnt know what to do and that's when it all happened, we managed to get a goal, 2-1, one more minute left..... we tried everything but nothing, mayb it was the last 30 seconds, we got a penalty, all hopes was on Cherng Khai, we had to score or we would lose, everyone was feeling the tense situation, everyone held their breath when he took the kick and...... WE SCORED!!!!!!!!! what a comeback we managed to drag the game to extra time and from there we neva looked back we scored three goals and the score was 5-2 in the end, now the finals i'll tell u sum otha time, haf to play ping pong, and YES WE WON!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-5389708803102814798?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/5389708803102814798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=5389708803102814798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/5389708803102814798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/5389708803102814798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/07/champions.html' title='Champions!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-962923996839788480</id><published>2008-07-14T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:00:43.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watch as another flower opens at dawn,&lt;br /&gt;I find myself crying again until morn,&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that true love is so hard to find,&lt;br /&gt;And when it is found, it's so hard to keep in bind,&lt;br /&gt;All my life I wanted to find this love so true,&lt;br /&gt;To find the love which I heard was so few,&lt;br /&gt;But the moment I saw you, I felt it, I knew,&lt;br /&gt;That the love I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seeked&lt;/span&gt; could be found in you,&lt;br /&gt;But now its just a dream,&lt;br /&gt;A dream in which I scream,&lt;br /&gt;Scream because of the pain I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Because of this pain that just wont heal,&lt;br /&gt;But I think back to what my friend did say,&lt;br /&gt;What she mentioned in class the other day,&lt;br /&gt;She said "A smile can brighten up the darkest night",&lt;br /&gt;I sit down everyday praying that she is right,&lt;br /&gt;Praying that somehow I might still have the might,&lt;br /&gt;To overcome this battle, to win this fight,&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish I had that light,&lt;br /&gt;The light that can make my life so bright,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is I have to move on,&lt;br /&gt;I have to wipe my tears and stop this mourn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-962923996839788480?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/962923996839788480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=962923996839788480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/962923996839788480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/962923996839788480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-watch-as-another-flower-opens-at-dawn.html' title=''/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-4093046636967938903</id><published>2008-07-14T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T07:43:13.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, was just a normal day in college, hanged out with a Nisha a lot to the suspicions of many, but come on la we are just friends, chill la if got anything i'll tell u. Mr. Victor scared us today well probably not scared la he juz kicked in into our heads that we haf to do a lot for the finals..... now thats getting me worried, for all those who do not know me, i'm a very last minute person and shit man, i havent even finished my assignments, and i haf to study for exam sumore, its really starting to freak me out...... been busy wid my assignments dats about it i guess, and yeah Wei Wei i wrote that poem i told u i was goin to write.... i will onli post it if u ask me for it, juz to make sure u r reading it :P hehe chiowz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-4093046636967938903?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/4093046636967938903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=4093046636967938903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4093046636967938903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4093046636967938903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-was-just-normal-day-in-college.html' title=''/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-8387911766316650622</id><published>2008-07-07T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:21:15.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INDIAN DANCE - YEMMA YEMMA!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a499ef1b320ece77" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da499ef1b320ece77%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330039952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7AF4FC256262851134980358AEAE2852E51C6ED9.721940C984A1053C1C79F074C3D18CADC0AA2A75%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da499ef1b320ece77%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_0Y8dkPqZZscf1GyeZbxzF8h12U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da499ef1b320ece77%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330039952%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7AF4FC256262851134980358AEAE2852E51C6ED9.721940C984A1053C1C79F074C3D18CADC0AA2A75%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da499ef1b320ece77%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_0Y8dkPqZZscf1GyeZbxzF8h12U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-8387911766316650622?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a499ef1b320ece77&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/8387911766316650622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=8387911766316650622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/8387911766316650622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/8387911766316650622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/07/indian-dance-yemma-yemma.html' title='INDIAN DANCE - YEMMA YEMMA!!!!!!'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-2682225566444407773</id><published>2008-07-07T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:01:40.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The present</title><content type='html'>Well let's just say we fast forward a few months, the last main post was about me working and blablabla!!!! Well gues wad? my whole plan to go to HELP Damansara is no more, now i'm in HICT which is also known as HELP Klang (the name i put la) well newayz, honestly speaking i din think that the girls in the class were friendly.... now now, DUN BLAME ME!!!!!! you were the ones who wouldnt talk,well slowly we became more friendly and so did the girls and now its starting to look like a whole big family........... "Oh, you're being such a snob" Wee Han i think u might noe wad i juz wrote... and well coming to that... we had our first major event in our college after we joined - Freedom 2008, or in other words the US Independence Day Show. It was our first major task given to us ADP April 2008 Intake students by our dear beloved Mr. Victor. So wow i'm leaving out a lot of details... probably i can remember to write about those.... newayz the show was a bomb, many of us had the chance to show our talent, and the drama was a success and so was the dance surprisingly... YEMMA YEMMA!!!!!!!!! hehe.... so thanks to everyone who managed to bear with me throughout the trainings and all that, and if i did hurt neone's feelings i'm sorry yea? especially you Siew Mei, i'm sorry if i keep on telling u the truth....:P well its getting late i need to sleep, Wei Wei and Pek Kuan make sure u read this, i juz resurrected my blog hehe tc peeps chiow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-2682225566444407773?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/2682225566444407773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=2682225566444407773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/2682225566444407773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/2682225566444407773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/07/present.html' title='The present'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-6312036760264134564</id><published>2008-07-05T23:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T23:59:17.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back !!!!!</title><content type='html'>Haiyoh, you people all complain i neva write nething, ok la i writing la now.....&lt;br /&gt;its not exactly that I dun want to write, its just i dun haf much to talk about....&lt;br /&gt;what do you want me to write? i aint gonna gossip here... well newayz i'll try to post sumore la&lt;br /&gt;btw &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADP STUDENTS ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-6312036760264134564?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/6312036760264134564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=6312036760264134564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6312036760264134564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6312036760264134564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back !!!!!'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-6687290873402355081</id><published>2008-05-10T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T02:08:51.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweet Bitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Why does it feel like is so hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put some joy in someone's heart,&lt;br /&gt;The pain I face is more than i can take,&lt;br /&gt;The smile you see its all just fake,&lt;br /&gt;Why is there so many obligations,&lt;br /&gt;I already have enough with all these temptations,&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if one day you had,&lt;br /&gt;A dispute between your work and friend,&lt;br /&gt;Will you do what you should do,&lt;br /&gt;Or give in to friends who knew you,&lt;br /&gt;Just to bring joy to someone I would walk a mile,&lt;br /&gt;But what use was it because she didnt see my smile,&lt;br /&gt;Was I too busy till I forgot,&lt;br /&gt;The only person who taught me a lot,&lt;br /&gt;Or was I too proud to open and see,&lt;br /&gt;That she wanted to be a friend to me,&lt;br /&gt;How could I not see that she had love,&lt;br /&gt;When she had been a gift from God above,&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know this I will change,&lt;br /&gt;And will never look back on this sad page&lt;br /&gt;But whatever happens in the end,&lt;br /&gt;I just pray and hope she'll still be my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-6687290873402355081?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/6687290873402355081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=6687290873402355081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6687290873402355081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6687290873402355081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweet-bitter.html' title='The Sweet Bitter'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-933392009000570967</id><published>2008-04-10T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:51:48.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUESS WHO"S BACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R_4GPTcAavI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-rAqtZM_4_A/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187590680762936050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R_4GPTcAavI/AAAAAAAAAAo/-rAqtZM_4_A/s200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R_4GPzcAawI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XGB4S98oeyg/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187590689352870658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R_4GPzcAawI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XGB4S98oeyg/s200/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow cant believe its really been dis long since my last post... guess it been about 2 months... well lets make things short.. i was working in kl... in megamall to be exact.... in a five-star restaurant called Tony Roma's to b even more exact.... GODDDDDDDD it was an hell of an experience to b working there... trust me i noe.... after all i did work there rite? shit crap talk again... now i got to noe sum amazing people there... great frens, crazy idiots ... trust me this is one crew i will never get fed up of working with... loved my whole time being there... gotta noe a hell lot of people.. and chicks as well... oh come on u noe me... but special regards to shafiq and yogi my 2 bro's love them a lot helped me thru a lot... never will forget them.. its a great experience working, i went thru loads of problems... last but not least thank God i'm still alive afta all dat hehe... miss all u people take care chiowsss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cd009c38b47436e8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/933392009000570967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=933392009000570967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/933392009000570967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/933392009000570967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/04/guess-whos-back.html' title='GUESS WHO&quot;S BACK'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-4140140085103047188?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/4140140085103047188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=4140140085103047188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4140140085103047188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4140140085103047188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-is-getting-boring.html' title='Life is getting boring'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-4894833248492219164</id><published>2008-01-22T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:53:16.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY FLOWEREDHEART?</title><content type='html'>Y did u do this ? i thought i was a gud fren to u? i thought i meant sumthing to u.... i didnt noe dat u didnt like this friendship, kinda painful but guess i haf to live wid it i dun haf a choice do i? i juz hope u'll at least b willing to accept me as ur fren this is a poem for u my dear floweredheart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I didn't do for you,&lt;br /&gt;You're acting like you never knew,&lt;br /&gt;You say its because we cannot meet,&lt;br /&gt;Yet you claim to know that I am sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think I can't love and care,&lt;br /&gt;Just because I haven't seen u right there,&lt;br /&gt;Haven't I proven what I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Or did u think it wasn't real,&lt;br /&gt;We were so happy why did it end?&lt;br /&gt;Don't u even think I'm your true friend?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you want it to end this way,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you're hurting me each day,&lt;br /&gt;I did everything I could to make you glad,&lt;br /&gt;Guess in the end it just makes me sad,&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day you will see,&lt;br /&gt;That I was just being me,&lt;br /&gt;I love u a lot, you know that,&lt;br /&gt;Are you juz trying to push me to death,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you have put an enormous pain,&lt;br /&gt;You're making me tear as much as the rain,&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what decision you choose to make,&lt;br /&gt;I'll sacrifice anything for your sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i couldnt b gud enuf for u, juz hope u'll still accept me as ur fren.&lt;br /&gt;love sweetmane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-4894833248492219164?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/4894833248492219164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=4894833248492219164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4894833248492219164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4894833248492219164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-floweredheart.html' title='WHY FLOWEREDHEART?'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-558139399463887760</id><published>2008-01-21T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T08:17:14.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS BEEN A LONG TIME</title><content type='html'>hey people how haf u guys been? hope you've been fine.... well wad is there to write lets c, i went to indiai had a conference there- a youth christian conference... it was nice actually it wasnt reli nice lar but i dunno y it felt so nice.. mayb it was bcoz ever since i was small i never reli had the chance to mingle wid people of my age in church, my church is a small one and haf very little youths, and the youths are all older than me and the next younger group are 15 sumtimes i juz feel so lonely to go to church and all... but this place was a nice place bcoz i was surrounded by them youths...haih juz those things in life which is like a burning coal even if it stops burning the smell is stilll there its actually the 21st of january today juz a painful feeling in me now, its reli hard for me to take all dis in, wad more afta all dat i did for her... mayb i'm taking things too seriously mayb i shud relax. O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O GOD PLEAZ HELP ME FACE ALL THIS STRUGGLES I AM FACING AND HELP ME HELP OTHERS WHO NEED MY HELP IN UR NAME I PRAY AMEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-558139399463887760?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/558139399463887760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=558139399463887760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/558139399463887760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/558139399463887760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-been-long-time.html' title='ITS BEEN A LONG TIME'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-3488551209614913814</id><published>2008-01-09T23:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:51:48.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR MY FLOWEREDHEART!!!!!</title><content type='html'>this poem is for you carmen i hope u like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how fate has made me see,&lt;br /&gt;That there was someone one out there for me,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it would be this way,&lt;br /&gt;You would bring joy to my heart each day,&lt;br /&gt;We became closer more and more,&lt;br /&gt;You became the medicine for my sore,&lt;br /&gt;You started to feel the love I had,&lt;br /&gt;I made you smile everytime you were sad,&lt;br /&gt;You were there for me as well,&lt;br /&gt;You saved me from the arms of hell,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget you my dear floweredheart,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for not pushing me apart,&lt;br /&gt;Today I will promise you one thing,&lt;br /&gt;Between us there should be nothing,&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be here in case you fall,&lt;br /&gt;Always be ready to heed your call,&lt;br /&gt;If you ever need me just close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I'll appear like a rainbow in the clear blue skies,&lt;br /&gt;Because never would I want to see you sad,&lt;br /&gt;The mere thought of that makes me mad,&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this I would like to say,&lt;br /&gt;Never will a day come when i leave you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you carmen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-3488551209614913814?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/3488551209614913814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=3488551209614913814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/3488551209614913814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/3488551209614913814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-my-floweredheart.html' title='FOR MY FLOWEREDHEART!!!!!'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-3740610548729008023</id><published>2008-01-07T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T06:52:34.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOREDDD!!!!*****####</title><content type='html'>so here i am again... missing skool like hell but wad to do i haf finished it... was in skool a few days ago played football there... saw the teachers and all... so yeah lar... but i'm telling u i'm bored like hell at home.. missing my frens and all, well there is nothing much u can basically do wid a handphone and well not everyone replies ur messages so yeah its sad but its life... will b travelling to india on friday onli will b coming back on the 17th... tomorrow i haf driving lessons but i dunno whether i can go for it coz i was suppose to pay RM 250 before tomolo and i forgot so damn... haih life is not gud for me basically hope all the others r fine thats all for now i guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-3740610548729008023?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/3740610548729008023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=3740610548729008023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/3740610548729008023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/3740610548729008023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/01/boreddd.html' title='BOREDDD!!!!*****####'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-4766092181084109757</id><published>2008-01-02T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T19:30:12.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first day of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;woke up early again coz i had to go to church... juz to remind u this story is about the 1st of january i dunno y my posts sumtimes go wrong... i think the date is one day slower and i dunno where to adjust it... well yeah so on the first of january i had to go to church in the morning well there was a service but i din go for dat juz went for the meeting afta dat... well the meeting was about the trip to india which i will b goin on the 11th.. well needed to prepare sum things for dat so was preparing for it and then me and my sis went to hangout in megamall....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG MISTAKE..&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;the queue was crazy so decided to go for bowling and there was anotha waiting list in which they would call me onli afta an hour.. so decided to head back home wasted another day well went for my usual footie (football) well to make things short nothing else happened and i went to sleep again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-4766092181084109757?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/4766092181084109757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=4766092181084109757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4766092181084109757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/4766092181084109757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-day-of-year.html' title='the first day of the year'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-2870923164801815863</id><published>2008-01-02T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T19:08:22.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS A NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>well the year of 2007 came to an end again...well a couple of friends and me went to jusco to celebrate the new year... went wid my parents had dinner in mcd...and met up wid my olddddddddddddddddddddd friend LEONG KOK WAH, it was nice seeing him again afta a long time...yeha well hung out wid him for a while then met up wid my other frens.. we went to check out the concert thingy (jaclyn victor, faizal all were there) but it was kinda dull lar mostly for my frens because it was mostly in chinese and all of us were indian... so we decided to go to the arcade section of jusco had sum fun there and then around 11.55 we went down for the countdown... it was packed and we reached there juz in time and the countdown started and got to c live fireworks for the new year for the first time in my life... well newayz afta dat hanged out for a while in Arya curry house then went back home at around 1... went online afta  dat , dad as usual nagging around went to bed at last around 4.30 coz i got this call from a girl and was juz talking to her throughout the night....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-2870923164801815863?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-5930603692253843506</id><published>2007-12-29T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T20:52:58.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SATURDAY</title><content type='html'>well since i finshed friday lets continue wid saturday... i woke up took a bath hoping dat the colour might drop a bit.. well obviously it didnt they call it permanent for a reason...so went downstairs and dad was there he didnt say a single word to me... mum asked me to approach him and apologize and all dat.. well i sat nearby then dad asked bout my driving classes... then my sis was like " see i told mummy that dad has no problem wid him" and my mum got pissed she started shouting and told my dad dat she wanted to dye her hair too, dat was it wrong thing to say he juz burst started lar kutuking me like hell... saying dat i dunno where i stand asked me to remain where i am we haf a standard of ourselves we dun need to do nething to change dat... if u still wanna do everything den u get out of my house i dun need u to b in my house and so on bla bla bla.... well i was pissed too but juz held back from saying nething didnt wanna hurt him or make him even more pissed... well i decided to bold my head lar no choice alredi wad everyone like dis gone lar happy family so no choice lar... jz when i was about to leave mum told me dat she talked to dad and got him cooled down a bit so i can keep my hair for now wooo hooo YESSSSSSSSSS well yeah lar... but i had a function at my uncle's house after that... well ther first thing i did was to tell them bout my hair and make it clear to them well they were really supportive and said yeah well as nick always say shit happens... but i was more worried bout my grandparents well they didnt say a word and i was surprised how can my grandparents not say a thing... well gud enuf for me they didnt well everyone else noticed...my cuzins, my frens, but damn i'm lucky i dun haf to cut my hair i juz love my hair now.. haha thanks sis for doing my hair for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-5930603692253843506?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/5930603692253843506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=5930603692253843506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/5930603692253843506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/5930603692253843506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2007/12/saturday.html' title='SATURDAY'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-6580230476035097841</id><published>2007-12-29T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T20:32:17.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DELAYED</title><content type='html'>ok well i havent written for quite sumtime I'll write about Friday the 28th of december. well as i haf mentioned earlier in the other posts i was about to get hair dye a temporary one.... welll guess i'm kinda stupid when it comes to all dis...u c wad happened was rishi and myself we went to jusco to get hair dye... so we went seraching the whole place for hair dye, temporary ones of course... well we decided to purchase hair dyes from watsons as it was the cheapest we could find... well little did we know that the dyes were actually permanent, it wasnt till half way of the journey back home did it strike my mind that we didnt really ask whether it was permanent or temporary well it was too late and we surely couldnt return it to them, so we decided to juz go home and figure out wad we were suppose to do.. well i returned home and after consulting my fashion designer, cindy (thanks a lot for helping out) i found out dat the dye was actually permanent... well kinda late to regret i had to wait for my mum and sis to come back and consult them about wad i shud do next... so once my mum came back she started this whole fuss about "i told u to get a temporary dye everytime i giv u a bit of freedom u climb all over me" same old line again and again trust me i've heard it a lot... so she wasnt dat happy bout me dyeing my hair but i wasnt about to waste 20 bucks juz like dat so i asked my sis to help me out, she helped me dye my hair well i was suppose to wait until the desired colour comes or sumthing like dat, i never saw dat colour but i juz had to wash it off as it was time for the party well i took my bath and started drying my hair and at last plucked the courage to look at myself in front of the mirror and wad i saw wasnt actually bad... it looked good i mean not to say nething gud to myself but i felt satisfied dat it had worked at last...my sis loved my hair she said she wanted me to do it for her too, but my mum... no way she was quite angry not very but quite... she said i look like a paria it doesnt suit my skin colour the whole naggin thing which i shall save u from... well i went to the party well everyones first comment was " dei how ur mum let lar" haha well this time she didnt haf a choice i guess... the party was ok lar... wadeva or howeva it was i would still support my frens no matter wad... so yeah... well the dance floor... oh yeah wait wait tammy's performance how can i miss dat out.... it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt;... and i mean it tammy ok lar for once u did sumthing worth seeing :P haha no but seriously it was nice i was enjoying it.. yeah u too stephanie well until the whole cd went jamming... no idea wad happened but tammy claimed it was francis who burnt the cd though everytime he burned a cd for me it never did dat.. well newayz back to the dance floor.. ok lar dat was kinda the best part of the party lar i mean it always is... but it finished quite early around 11.50 pm they stopped... well the next problem came up which was transport to go back... it was suppose to b a whole big group of botanic boys taking taxi to botanic however these *$#@ers got a lift from komala and luckily for us we got a lift back home from rishi's parents... thanx rishi... then it was back home... well dad didnt even come and talk to me, mum was cooled down...so i juz decided to go and sleep as i was alredi quite tired from the dancing and all.. so yeah i slept&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-6580230476035097841?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/6580230476035097841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=6580230476035097841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6580230476035097841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6580230476035097841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2007/12/delayed.html' title='DELAYED'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-2397886994659233134</id><published>2007-12-27T22:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T22:16:15.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE POEMS</title><content type='html'>Why does it always burn in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I fail everytime I try to play my part,&lt;br /&gt;The green dragon rose but I held it tight,&lt;br /&gt;I controlled my emotions and avoided a fight,&lt;br /&gt;If he loved her so much he should haf told me so,&lt;br /&gt;Instead he kept quiet and let my feelings grow,&lt;br /&gt;She made me feel she was my everything,&lt;br /&gt;But what can i do now, there isnt anything,&lt;br /&gt;If she didnt like me, why didn't she say that,&lt;br /&gt;Instead she said she was hurt being played at,&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i said I'm willing to wait,&lt;br /&gt;I believe we can be together, I do haf faith,&lt;br /&gt;But what use is that if you dont love me,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing would happen even if it was meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;I keep wondering if all this is true,&lt;br /&gt;Or juz a plan to ruin me and you,&lt;br /&gt;The dreams I had about us, I feel its gone,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if on the right day i was born,&lt;br /&gt;For my wish never came true,&lt;br /&gt;To love a person like you which are so few,&lt;br /&gt;But if you have chosen life to be dat way,&lt;br /&gt;I can only respect it I dun haf anything to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-8369661483494307686</id><published>2007-12-27T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T22:02:14.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;am i all alone in this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;there is no one, not even a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;is it that hard to understand ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;what i want and who i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;cant none of u see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;how much ur hurting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i noe how much you care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i can sense it from the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but why dont u noe dat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;why are u making me feel bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;she does understand me so do u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;mayb in a different way but yes u do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;why cant u see that i love u all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ur juz making me drop, bleed and fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;life is not short mayb u say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;wad if tomolo in a coffin i lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;coz this pain i'm bearing everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;might make me go a different way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but wadeva way i decide to choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;all of u still i would not wan to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;besause life is not perfect without all of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;that is how it falls in my view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-8369661483494307686?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/8369661483494307686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=8369661483494307686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/8369661483494307686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/8369661483494307686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2007/12/pain.html' title='PAIN'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-2541158970008769968</id><published>2007-12-27T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T21:58:17.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRED BUT MUZ ENJOY</title><content type='html'>haih woke up quite early again.... around 10 was kinda tired... had to help my uncle shift sumthings from his old house to his new house... heavy stuffs.. so was dead tired.. now haf to go jusco... guess wad i'm gonna buy? &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HAIR DYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;... at last my mum said ok for temporary dye well neone who might b goin for the party can c my hair hopefully it'll b nice... guess dats all for now i'll b posting more poems soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-2541158970008769968?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/2541158970008769968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=2541158970008769968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/2541158970008769968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/2541158970008769968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2007/12/tired-but-muz-enjoy.html' title='TIRED BUT MUZ ENJOY'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-6073649766473846633</id><published>2007-12-27T07:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T07:09:57.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more poems</title><content type='html'>it had to happen all over for me,&lt;br /&gt;is this what i deserve i fail to see,&lt;br /&gt;just to help my friend save his relationship,&lt;br /&gt;i risked my joy and my friendship,&lt;br /&gt;all i asked was whether she thought she was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;but what i got was of course pain amazingly long,&lt;br /&gt;was it right what i did, i kept asking,&lt;br /&gt;the answer for it the whole day i was searching&lt;br /&gt;but the more i looked the more i saw,&lt;br /&gt;that nothing was done according to law,&lt;br /&gt;so i gave in and tried to enjoy fun,&lt;br /&gt;but just as i did, i got shot by a gun,&lt;br /&gt;the pain went into me and straight into my brain,&lt;br /&gt;anger came all into my body and drove me insane,&lt;br /&gt;it flowed into me and almost got me into a fight,&lt;br /&gt;but that was when sumone showed me the light,&lt;br /&gt;you see life is like a sharp stone in a river,&lt;br /&gt;the more the water flows over it, the stone becomes less sharper,&lt;br /&gt;life pokes us with the sharpness of the stone,&lt;br /&gt;but as time flows by it doesnt hurt and we dont moan,&lt;br /&gt;of course sadness undoubtedly struck again,&lt;br /&gt;it was amazing how i could stand the pain,&lt;br /&gt;all i do is try to put a smile on someone's face,&lt;br /&gt;but the more i try the worse i finish in the race,&lt;br /&gt;everything i do is for someone to be happy,&lt;br /&gt;but all that happens is that pain slaps me,&lt;br /&gt;the harder i tried to solve the pain,&lt;br /&gt;the worse it got, it felt like i was not sane,&lt;br /&gt;but then it became clear to me,&lt;br /&gt;that all is not what the eyes see,&lt;br /&gt;here i was with my heart screaming out,&lt;br /&gt;where as she was juz chilling nothing to worry about,&lt;br /&gt;i was dragged, cheated again,&lt;br /&gt;into the life's stupid game,&lt;br /&gt;when will all this pain and lies end,&lt;br /&gt;will there be anyone to give me their hand,&lt;br /&gt;to them life is a game which is nice,&lt;br /&gt;but behind the game it is i who pay the price,&lt;br /&gt;when will pain leave this heart of mine,&lt;br /&gt;is there anyone who would be that kind,&lt;br /&gt;the more you see the games of life,&lt;br /&gt;you will wonder why havent u cut yourself with a knife,&lt;br /&gt;but since all the pain is comin to me,&lt;br /&gt;i might as well leave it juz let it be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-6073649766473846633?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/6073649766473846633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=6073649766473846633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6073649766473846633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6073649766473846633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-poems.html' title='more poems'/><author><name>The Love Doctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15365467677477913192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TM23FvYoNyo/R3SHCff0PRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PjFYydkMiIk/S220/me+and+captain.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829552041998938833.post-6731825091986615307</id><published>2007-12-27T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T06:55:23.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ME SAD</title><content type='html'>this is one of the poems i wrote when i was sad and lonely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place that i kept for you is now filled wid sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;will i ever see your smile when i wake up tomolo,&lt;br /&gt;you were special to me in every way&lt;br /&gt;both the actions you do and the words you say&lt;br /&gt;this pain has struck me once again which i tot never will&lt;br /&gt;it is biting me from everywhere i think its starting to kill&lt;br /&gt;why did i feel this way to u i kept asking day by day&lt;br /&gt;did it have to happen or was it a price i had to pay&lt;br /&gt;only three did i love April,June and August&lt;br /&gt;to all of them i gave my love both truthful and honest&lt;br /&gt;but all i got was sadness and unbelievable pain&lt;br /&gt;my tears are dropping all around, its heavier than the rain&lt;br /&gt;oh what didnt i have to satisfy and please thee&lt;br /&gt;not even one loved me but how could i love three&lt;br /&gt;its piercing me everywhere ever since i was born&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder should i haf ever been born&lt;br /&gt;with all the sadness in my life, it seems so forlorn&lt;br /&gt;every hour that seems to pass by keeps damaging my mind&lt;br /&gt;i keep on wondering whether the perfect girl i'll find&lt;br /&gt;but no matter what happens life has to continue&lt;br /&gt;i juz haf to forget the past and start life anew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-6731825091986615307?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/6731825091986615307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=6731825091986615307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/6731825091986615307'/><link rel='self' 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waking up early...prepared everything for my frens to come over to my place was at last havin a party for my fren.... called about 30+ people and guess how many turned up? 14!!! onli 14 not even half... well we kinda had fun lar tried to haf open dance floor but there were onli 2 gals not much fun ya i noe....so afta dat had tammy's party wanted to go there lar but parents said they tired and all but sumhow managed to persuade them to send me with the condition i go back at 10.30... well went there and there were onli 2 other people my age..luckily i had no problem making frens i saw sumone else there too... and sumhow i couldnt stop thinking of her.. wow who was she? haha lets juz leave dat aside... managed to persuade my dad to let me come back at 11... well tammy's party was more successful than mine they had dance floor where people actually danced haha... and u shud haf seen the way she danced my my i think onli 2 people might noe who i mean well newayz dat was about it lar... oh yeah then i went back home watched the mu game... and unsurprsingly mu won 4-0 sumore lovely free kick by ronaldo he's in a class of hsi own man.... so afta the game decided to sneak online.. juz when i was nicely chatting heard my mum's sound i turned it off and went the hell away from the com phew lucky me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3829552041998938833-5039604973902713791?l=mathewv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mathewv.blogspot.com/feeds/5039604973902713791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3829552041998938833&amp;postID=5039604973902713791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3829552041998938833/posts/default/5039604973902713791'/><link rel='self' 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