<?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-5464679117041198506</id><updated>2011-09-30T22:06:26.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..My Life At A Glance..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-3589504446842495432</id><published>2011-01-03T16:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:19:03.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Special..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;something really special happened recently and i haven't actually put it up here. i don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing; from the eyes of the public, it is horrendous; in my eyes, it is beautiful; i hope it is the same from 'another' perspective. i find myself doing the most awkward things. is it a case of 'you-need-to-be-different-from-other-people' syndrome? or is it a case of 'abnormality' within my psychological self? you know how it is about the 'self' that it constantly seeks to be different from other people, yet still strives to maintain a form of homogeneity so as not to be 'weird' or too 'unique' that it disturbs 'standards' or 'norms' ever so prevalent in society? anyway, back to my main point. lol. i just wish to express my thanksgiving here because i haven't had the chance to before Christmas, Christmas Eve, and New Year's Eve itself. although i did say a little prayer in my heart, i need to have like a proper physical outward expression of the gratitude that i have for God and his blessings upon me. although i'm going through a really weird situation (i'm always going through weird situations.. =p), at least i think i'm being put through a trial where i will have a great reward awaiting me at the end of it all (i hope!). i don't know how this will end, but the ending is not what i'm looking at. it really doesn't matter what ending, but of course if it is in my favour, i'll grab it! lol. anyway, giving something to hold on to for life is more important than anything else and i hope to be able to give someone a little bit of my life. life-giving. something i learnt from someone else. it is quite something to be able to give life. i do hope down the road, this person will remember me for this, if i'm not around. if we are by each other's side, i hope she won't live to regret it. 'nuff said. i need to zen out. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;p.s. i love you.&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/5464679117041198506-3589504446842495432?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/3589504446842495432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=3589504446842495432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/3589504446842495432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/3589504446842495432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2011/01/someone-special.html' title='Someone Special..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-7201514016977725085</id><published>2011-01-03T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T16:32:34.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Draft..</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Courier New"; }@font-face {   font-family: "ＭＳ 明朝"; }@font-face {   font-family: "ＭＳ 明朝"; }@font-face {   font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria; }.MsoChpDefault { font-size: 10pt; font-family: Cambria; }div.WordSection1 { page: WordSection1; }&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Preface&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I do not know how this actually happened. I guess writing was not what I intended to do but inspiration overwhelmed me and this is the product of that little inspiration. Inspiration is such an underrated seed of faith, or so I would like to call it. A piece of literature, in any form, is a beautiful piece of art that was at first, just a tiny seed of inspiration, which miraculously and supernaturally formed in the minds of writers. This inspiration would soon become a sprout of faith, a hope that one day it will become a work of fine art, to inspire and encourage; to soothe and calm; to work its way into people’s lives and touch them. With enough water, sunshine and nutrients, I do hope this seed that I decide to sow here will one day do the same for anyone, who by any chance, managed to find this, and read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This seed is precious, because it is genuine and truthful, without taint nor blemish, written with a heart of faith, hope, and inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be able to write this, I must first of all thank the people who have subtly or overtly, in some way or other, good or bad, inspired, encouraged, and motivated me to translate that tiny seed of inspiration in me into this faith. I sincerely hope that this seed of inspiration and sprout of faith will one day grow and be a good source of comfort to anyone who finds it. &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/5464679117041198506-7201514016977725085?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/7201514016977725085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=7201514016977725085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/7201514016977725085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/7201514016977725085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2011/01/next-draft.html' title='Next Draft..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-7865377159383627916</id><published>2010-11-23T19:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T16:33:20.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First draft.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Courier New"; }@font-face {   font-family: "ＭＳ 明朝"; }@font-face {   font-family: "ＭＳ 明朝"; }@font-face {   font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Cambria; }.MsoChpDefault { font-size: 10pt; font-family: Cambria; }div.WordSection1 { page: WordSection1; }&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Preface&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I do not know how this actually happened. I guess writing was not what I intended to do but inspiration overwhelmed me and this is the product of that little inspiration. Inspiration is such an underrated seed of faith, or so I would like to call it that. A piece of literature, in any form, is a beautiful art piece that was at first, just a tiny seed of inspiration, which was miraculously and supernaturally formed in the minds of writers. This inspiration would soon become a sprout of faith, a hope that one day it will become a work of fine art, to inspire and encourage; to soothe and calm; to work its way into people’s lives and touch them. With enough water, sunshine and nutrients, I do hope this seed that I decide to plant here will one day do the same for anyone, who by any chance, picked this up and reads it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be able to write this, I must first of all thank the people who have subtly or overtly, in some way or other, good or bad, inspired, encouraged, and motivated me to translate that tiny seed of inspiration in me into this faith. I sincerely hope that this seed of inspiration and sprout of faith will one day grow and be a good source of comfort to anyone who finds it. &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/5464679117041198506-7865377159383627916?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/7865377159383627916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=7865377159383627916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/7865377159383627916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/7865377159383627916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2010/11/preface.html' title='First draft.. :)'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-8370475892317549104</id><published>2010-10-12T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:11:42.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and again, it has been a while since i posted anything here. well, here's my excuse. i was in the midst of a certain ordeal (i would like to describe it as this now that it is over; prior to this it would have been a more positive word). it scares me now when i think about it, sending shivers down my spine. although frightening, i have survived and stuck to my principles in life. no matter the situation, i want to gain something out of it. lessons like these are hard to come by, considering the amount of pain that one must be put through in order to learn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;torment, torture, turmoil, tragedy. what an arrangement. who would have thought? one may think that adversities like these would probably belong to the big screen, albeit there are certainly exceptions, however the likelihood. i have gone through all of these in a span of seven months, experiencing the totality of them. utmost pain. i cannot but describe it as hell. i thought that i had stepped through the gates of hell and arrived at the doorstep of the devil. how horrifying it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;where was God? i asked. i knew what the answer was. He was, and is, and forever shall be, right beside me. however, the situation was such that this answer was unable to provide comfort and consolation anymore. here i was, in the face of pure adversity, where my faith was questioned by the very people who encouraged me to believe in it. how hurt i was. never in my life was my faith shaken. God was all i believed in. and yet now, my faith has wavered. has God forsaken me? for the very first time in my 27 years, i have opened the door for the evil one to come in and try to buy over my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;God, if you can read this. please, help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-8370475892317549104?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/8370475892317549104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=8370475892317549104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/8370475892317549104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/8370475892317549104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-again-it-has-been-while-since-i.html' title='Hell..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-1371936225071392280</id><published>2010-06-15T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T22:40:17.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Best Friend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;it has always been a joy for me to read other people's blog but my best friend's blog, or rather his wife's and his blog, has been a wondrous little mini journal to read. how i envy the both of them. they are meant for each other i must say. just perfect. and every time i think of bliss, i'll think of them. if there's ever anything that i can dedicate to the both of them, it will have to be the pinnacle of joy and happiness. i'm really glad to see them so happy together. you know some people just ooze bliss out of them? you really got to see them to believe it. of course marriage is absolutely not anything like a cupcake, where sugar and cream is everywhere. every other couple quarrels, but ultimately, it is how they come to an agreement that matters. sometimes i really wonder how they manage to do it. for me, i'm having a helluva trouble even trying to get someone to quarrel with, to say the least. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;so well.. i just like to say HAVE FUN BUDDY, all your life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-1371936225071392280?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/1371936225071392280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=1371936225071392280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/1371936225071392280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/1371936225071392280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-my-best-friend.html' title='To My Best Friend..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-6173016026129523668</id><published>2010-06-14T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:18:06.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am Again.. Better And Stronger..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i have decided not to stop writing. i thought i was going to, until someone special actually left me a note telling me not to due to one really special reason that left me tearing a bit. this is further confirmed by another person close to my heart. i felt really inspired to continue contributing my two cents, and here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;the past three months have been quite an eye-opener. it was like i became another person totally. it had the strangest effect on me. this period has taught me many things. too many things. to people in search of themselves, please, do yourself a favor and never stop searching. alas, in the course of searching, you may tend to lose yourself to your surroundings. what i mean is, norms will be norms. do not ever conform to norms, for you will never find yourself in norms. do not let other comments shape your search for your true self. be true to yourself. if that is not you, do not follow it. it is a simple thing to say, but probably the hardest thing to do. believe me. i have just gone through it. and i have found myself. through the hard way, sad to say. there are many obstacles to finding your true self, and a pity, that relationships tend to be one such obstacle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;relationships are wonderfully created for the joy of people, and intimate relationships, for the betterment of two people. why i mention that relationships may act as an obstacle to finding your true self is because, if either one party dominates the relationship, which is actually a matter of fact and is also a separate topic altogether, he or she may just cause you to change your behavior to suit him or her. and, that is not being true to yourself. of course, there is also the element of compromise. however, when push becomes shove, i really do not think that it is appropriate to compromise anymore. whatever i just said is just in a nutshell. i would love to be more detailed in my expression, but i would like to leave it to a probable thesis, which i may write in due time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;well, i do not know what to write anymore. i shall just sign off here i guess. thank you for reading. cheers.&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/5464679117041198506-6173016026129523668?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/6173016026129523668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=6173016026129523668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/6173016026129523668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/6173016026129523668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2010/06/here-i-am-again-better-and-stronger.html' title='Here I Am Again.. Better And Stronger..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-8943918442913313187</id><published>2010-04-09T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:09:52.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Is Near..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" &gt;whatever happened just now was like a dream. a dream come  true. the search is over, so is the mortality of this blog. i plan to  pen my life down on paper instead as it seems more personal this way.  and i would like to present it to someone as a gift when i have finished  writing. this blog has been with me for a while but i may have  neglected it to a certain extent. haha.. i really didn't mean for it to  happen but it seems that whatever i wanted to write might have been a  tad too personal and sometimes sensitivity and prudence had to come in  play.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;today was a very inspirational day for me. never have i experienced  this. nobody in this world has yet given me, or presented me, such a  gift till today. i now have two treasures stored in my room. treasures  of life. life-giving treasures. few people would be able to appreciate  what i possess now. in fact, i don't even know if anybody would be able  to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i never thought i would be able to touch someone's life in such a big  way. nor have i thought that someone will be able to touch my life in  such a big way. (see footnote) i am a gift. a gift to someone special.  and i feel appreciated. at last. i am honoured and privileged to be your  gift. and you, are a treasure to me. a life-giving treasure. a treasure  that only God can give.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;life is beautiful, if you choose to make it beautiful. make your choice  wisely.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;whatever is good, is not easy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* to pineapple tart: see.. it is not the difference that complement each  other.. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-8943918442913313187?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/8943918442913313187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=8943918442913313187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/8943918442913313187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/8943918442913313187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2010/04/end-is-near.html' title='The End Is Near..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-1618011127214254763</id><published>2010-04-06T19:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:10:21.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Final Destination..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;wow.. how time flies.. it's april already! i just realised how sad i sounded in my last entry. and i shouldn't have, really. haha.. because things took a 180° turn for the better. or should i say.. best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;180310. best day of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i'm going to make it happen. i swear. :) in a year's time, i will never be the same person again. it's really hard keeping it low for now. how i want to share with the whole world, the happenings in my life right now. but it's hush hush for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;this is my final destination. believe it or not. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hmm.. maybe i should have a new slogan, since i took down my old one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and here it is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;whatever is good, is not easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-1618011127214254763?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/1618011127214254763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=1618011127214254763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/1618011127214254763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/1618011127214254763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-final-destination.html' title='My Final Destination..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-3730559221594077674</id><published>2010-03-18T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:44:17.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Count..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;today i have lost count of how many times she came to my mind.. each time i think of her smile, i secretly smile to myself, and this has got to be worth something. though it's still painful, the assurance of her well-being seems to nullify the pain. i wish i could say all these to her but it'll only make her uncomfortable. i thought about writing her a letter, but the slightest risk of increasing her anxiety just stops me totally. i can only watch over her at a distance from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-3730559221594077674?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/3730559221594077674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=3730559221594077674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/3730559221594077674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/3730559221594077674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2010/03/lost-count.html' title='Lost Count..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-4544108187972208245</id><published>2010-03-17T13:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:52:52.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's crazy. My heart's bursting but i got to hang on. And like her, i'm all alone, to handle and face this. We can't tell anyone for it is taboo. I don't know if it is appropriate but i told a seven year old. I really need to get it out. And the boy was sweet enough. Little kids are sweet, boy or girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Boy.. Uncle brendan is troubled."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Why?" he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Uncle brendan is in love, but with someone older."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Wow.." I laughed to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Yes, but we cannot be together, because people will see it as wrong. Should uncle brendan give up then?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"No!" it sounded like a retort, and i was taken aback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Because.. What if she likes you too?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I nearly broke down.. If only things were so simple..&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/5464679117041198506-4544108187972208245?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/4544108187972208245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=4544108187972208245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/4544108187972208245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/4544108187972208245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-2078746408660075031</id><published>2010-03-16T12:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:29:56.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How It Hurts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;somehow i knew it will hurt.. but it exceeded my expectations. and i do not know why. have i entrusted my whole self into this already? haven't i learnt my lesson not to do that anymore? but i cannot help it. it felt really good. and i didn't do it because it felt good. i did it because i wanted to. it was based on a decision. i wanted her to be happy. i knew she enjoyed my company because i enjoyed hers, thoroughly, almost to the point of perfection. i felt really connected. how can this be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once heard that if you saw the ONE, you will know it for sure. i didn't actually believe in that. i thought it was some mambo jambo. (amazing isn't it? for me to use this term to describe something that is rubbish. i've changed. overnight. i could not have believed myself at all. i decided to stop my wednesday routine. yes, i am crazy. well, enough of sidetracking.) i thought, "how can anyone know for sure just by one look, that the person in front of you is the ONE?" and the reply i got was, "you will just know." how can this be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything seems to fall into place. the ideals that i looked for. it all fits. it didn't happen in an instant. it actually took a while, but a really brief one. i was desperately falling. it is not supposed to be like that. it is even taboo. i am hurting quite badly. but it is perfectly alright. this is for a good cause. a very good cause. it is strange how the people around you tell you that love is selfish. for one, i almost thought that it is true. but recently, i have learnt otherwise. love is a choice and is based on a decision. you can choose to make love selfish, or you can make it anything other than selfish. as a child of God, i loved how the bible describes love in 1 Cor 13 of the NIV version, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: courier new;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28651"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: courier new;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28651"&gt;"1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If I speak in the  tongues of men and of angels, but have not  love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: courier new;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28652"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If I have the gift of prophecy  and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith  that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-family: courier new;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28653"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If I give all I possess to the  poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28654"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;Love is patient, love is  kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28655"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;It is not rude, it is not  self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28656"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;Love does not delight in evil  but rejoices with the truth. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28657"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;It  always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28658"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;Love never fails. But where  there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they  will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28659"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;For we know in part and we  prophesy in part, &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28660"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;but  when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28661"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;When I was a child, I talked like a child, I  thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I  put childish ways behind me. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28662"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;Now  we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to  face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully  known. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28663"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;And now  these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is  love."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i may sound really foolish above but it is only for me to know what meaning the above holds. just to make it really clear. i am in no way accusing anyone of anything. this is all for myself. when you love someone, you will give everything just to protect that person. and i want to do just that now. i am sincerely sorry for being a nuisance and creating unnecessary upheavals of anxiety and discomfort. i have lost once again. but i will hold on to this for a little while longer, till someone tells me it is really over. i have missed out before, and i am not going to let it happen to me this time. for now, it is not over till it is over. i am going to hold on. it is a bitter decision for me. it cut me really deep and i do not know why. have i committed myself already? foolish.. utterly foolish.. why oh why? as i am writing this, the pain is excruciating. the decision to leave.. how can this be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;it hurts, but for the better.&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/5464679117041198506-2078746408660075031?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/2078746408660075031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=2078746408660075031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/2078746408660075031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/2078746408660075031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-it-hurts.html' title='How It Hurts..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-9020837662275460306</id><published>2010-02-08T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:47:22.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeeet Aroma Of Achievement..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;never felt more choked up than last night.. or well.. just this morning. worked my ass off my assignment and really.. the sense of accomplishment that you get from having such a bloody week as last week and am still able to finish an assignment can get no swwweeeeeter……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;slept at 8-ish this morning and i've got class tonight. good thing my teaching was cancelled. mixed feelings. goshh.. the adrenaline i'm feeling is still lingering. i thought i was done for. never knew that i was strong enough to get through this pile of shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;God is good. He saw me through. Really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i better try to find a way to work this restlessness off if not i'm going to suffer in class this evening. oh yeah.. i got class.. shit.. haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;all's mambo that ends helluva-damn well……&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/5464679117041198506-9020837662275460306?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/9020837662275460306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=9020837662275460306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/9020837662275460306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/9020837662275460306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweeeet-aroma-of-achievement.html' title='Sweeeet Aroma Of Achievement..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-4811120498178873741</id><published>2010-01-30T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:47:55.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i've actually started this quite some time ago just that i was too lazy to complete it and now i guess it's time i do so and freaking post it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light'; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i guess many people might say they really liked Avatar, but what are the reasons behind this liking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light'; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;graphics? cg? well.. personally, not much credit except for the lovely eye colour that mr and mrs bluey had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light'; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;storyline? not exactly much of a storyline, in my opinion so as to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light'; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;the handsome 'dude' or the pretty 'lass'? enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light'; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;please don't be mistaken. i REALLY liked the movie if that's what you're thinking. i personally gave the movie 5 stars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light'; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;what exactly made me so generous? definitely none of the above reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light'; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;this movie actually portrays and depicts current issues faced by the modern society in many parts of the world, especially first world countries. first of all, i might just like to think that Mr James Cameron might be a little morbid. why so? well.. i'll just like to think that the main character actually depicts himself living in this world. he's crippled. and that actually symbolises what i feel that he feels the world is doing to him, crippling, or rather, crippled him. i think he feels that this world is hopeless, or rather is not giving him any signs of hope, thus 'cripple'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light'; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;going further, you see that he loved being in his avatar; walking, running and being able to do all kinds of things which he might had never been able to do if he were to be in his human body. the plot comes to a point where he even decided to remain in his avatar, thus giving up being a human and 'betraying' his own race and finding a source of 'new hope' in another life form, which in this case is, the avatar. this part might symbolise the hopelessness he feels in the human race. to augment my point, the part where the humongous bulldozers come crashing into that gigantic tree, Eywa, symbolises how humans are destroying the rainforest. as i said earlier, this movie actually portrays current issues faced by the world and this is definitely one of them. well.. simple evidence would be the constant harping from the media about 'going green', massive focus on CSR, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light'; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i guess that briefly summarises what i feel about the movie. i think i can relate strongly to this movie just because i'm doing sociology. hell.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light'; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;alright.. i shall stop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light'; min-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font: 12px 'Heiti SC Light';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;all's mambo that ends well…. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Avatar..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-8628168297731108063</id><published>2010-01-17T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:15:06.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food For Thought..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;just some pointers to ponder about..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;if someone were to tell you that the bible is nothing but a fake, that the things written in it are false, why then would the bible be correct and accurate in saying that in the end times, believers in God would be facing stiff opposition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;did you read that right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;aren't the same people who are arguing against God strengthening whatever that is written?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;just my two cents. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;all's mambo that ends well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Thought..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-7825120693465407707</id><published>2010-01-15T18:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:15:29.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Late..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad&lt;br /&gt;Carry you around when your arthritis is bad&lt;br /&gt;Oh all I wanna do is grow old with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches&lt;br /&gt;Build you a fire if the furnace breaks&lt;br /&gt;Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;Kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Give you my coat when you are cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need you&lt;br /&gt;Feed you&lt;br /&gt;Even let ya hold the remote control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink&lt;br /&gt;Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink&lt;br /&gt;I could be the man who grows old with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow old with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;all's mambo that ends well.. :_)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-7825120693465407707?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/7825120693465407707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=7825120693465407707' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/7825120693465407707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/7825120693465407707'/><link rel='alternate' 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0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Heiti SC Light'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;all's mambo that ends well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-3247551361689725588?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/3247551361689725588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=3247551361689725588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/3247551361689725588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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when..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i think it's just me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;hell i just wrote two entries in a day. what an achievement..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;there's a battle.. warring.. bloodshed.. what more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;all's mambo that ends well.. hell, writing this now doesn't even make me feel better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;fcuk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-7496985428221623413?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/7496985428221623413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=7496985428221623413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/7496985428221623413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/7496985428221623413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2010/01/haunt.html' title='Haunt..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-4406658913299484472</id><published>2010-01-12T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:10:29.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;what a surprise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i need to write more thoughtfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;to myself - all's mambo that ends well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-4406658913299484472?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/4406658913299484472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=4406658913299484472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/4406658913299484472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/4406658913299484472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2010/01/speechless.html' title='Speechless..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-3741528872438860001</id><published>2010-01-10T15:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:06:41.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i feel that i'm experiencing lots of changes inside me. i'm scared because i do not know if these changes are for good or bad. i'm a spontaneous person but i'm feeling uncomfortable about this.. what is this that i'm experiencing? i'm having lots of mixed feelings now. sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i've been thinking a lot about her. praying very hard for her. three times a day. every time while saying Grace. i prayed for God to give her comfort, guidance and most of all, strength, to go through this trying period. she really needs it. i feel that i owe it to her. and i don't know how the hell i'm going to make it up to her. i didn't mean it to happen. who does?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;it's been 7 months and 2 days, or 216 days to be exact since my last post. wow.. how time flies. i don't know why. right now so many thoughts are racing through my mind. what's her point in mentioning swimming? i knew she would take it hard. does it mean i can't move on with my life? i have to stay put with her till she moves on and then i'm allowed to move on? yes, i owe you. but i don't owe you my right to my own life. i can only say it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i hope this stays forever.. all's mambo that ends well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-3741528872438860001?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/3741528872438860001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=3741528872438860001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/3741528872438860001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/3741528872438860001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2010/01/glance.html' title='Glance'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-8691338955725119416</id><published>2009-06-08T17:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:06:23.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Failure of the Courtesy Campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;if you haven't noticed, there have been a re-emergence of a familiar icon - a lion with a nice warm smile. purpose? to 'tell' the 'lovely' bunch of 'uncouth, proud and ignorant' citizens of a 'world-class' country to simply start being courteous by saying 'thank you' and 'you are welcome'. on a harsher note, i think this nation has an animalistic nature and its countrymen, barbaric. i'm utterly abashed to admit that i'm born to be part of this 'civilised' nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'why so serious?' asked the joker. well, maybe nobody takes me seriously so i guess i can afford to be a little bit serious at times. my point here is just to say that the people living in the same community as i am has little humanistic nature. i can't deny that there are exceptions and they are truly exceptional indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ugly singaporean is truly a face to be reckoned with. it's horrifying. thanks to this ugly face that i now dislike the train so much. i've never been a fan of the mrt but it's worse than ever now. the people simply disregard the presence of humans around them. not only do they push and shove their way in and out, they seem to be blinded by some cloud and fail to make use of their spatial intelligence. to call it 'intelligence' when using it to describe them is a grievous act. i'm really sorry to say that no matter what the government tries, the people or 'animals' of this nation will never learn how to care for others, at least not for the next 30 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-8691338955725119416?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-7438108274409483270</id><published>2009-03-25T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:27:53.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN'T SEE NO SHUFFLE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;i wonder if the shuffle is going to disappear in the future. it's tinier than my thumb now! and it speaks! goodness.. i don't know if mr jobs is doing a good job but it seems that consumers are not really complaining about the disappearing act he's pulling on the shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;and i'm dismayed that iphone nano didn't come true. well.. they had plans but i guess they felt it wasn't feasible since it's not like the shuffle where it should be heard and not be seen. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;alright back to work!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;all's mambo that ends well.. can't wait!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-7438108274409483270?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/7438108274409483270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=7438108274409483270' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/7438108274409483270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/7438108274409483270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-see-no-shuffle.html' title='I CAN&apos;T SEE NO SHUFFLE!!'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-5880605527768426070</id><published>2009-03-17T15:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:27:38.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violation of Wonders..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;why would anyone outrightly violate the interests of others just for personal gains? i'm so ashamed of some people who do that.. don't they feel anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;NOBODY should do that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;i do hope you all know whatever i'm writing is all a joke. lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;all's mambo that ends well.. hmm.. nobody but chiu..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-5880605527768426070?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/5880605527768426070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=5880605527768426070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/5880605527768426070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/5880605527768426070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2009/03/violation-of-wonders.html' title='Violation of Wonders..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-413990777650005522</id><published>2009-02-10T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:28:20.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yabadabadooooooo..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i have been asked so many times where i had been all this while. well.. my answer is i have been preparing. for what, you say. for an event and let's keep it that way. haha.. it doesn't really matter what i do right? gosh.. i just looked at my last post and i am utterly surprised with myself!! 2 months plus!! haha.. where have i gone to?! fancy me asking myself that too. i didn't know that preparations could take that long. oh well.. it was a good 2 months plus. from christmas to new year to even chinese new year, it has been a tremendously wonderful new year because of someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had actually planned to write something here today since yesterday and just so happened people asked me yesterday about my dead blog. well.. here it is. a new post! haha.. i already had something in mind what to write but i think i'll write something different since my original plan to write was something unpleasant. haha.. i think i'll give my thanks instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reflecting upon myself right now, i think my life's been great although of course life could have been better. i have been greatly blessed with really cute friends and they are the ones who keep me smiling. and just not so long ago, i was blessed with a 'bundle of joy'. yes it's my 'baby'!! and i'm not married!! yay!! haha.. nope.. no shot gun. 'baby' is what i call that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all my cute friends, may you all be blessed always and remember that i'm always a call away if you need to talk to me ok? meeting up may be a little difficult but just call lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to mention my 'good' friend in particular. thanks for being my friend thus far. even though we might not meet as often, i just want you to know that you are never forgotten at all. the 'good' times that we have shared will always be kept in my heart. haha.. 'good' hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my 'sister' (i hope you know who you are, haha), keep on believing in God and never let the world bring you down no matter what happens. the world will always disappoint but not God. you have had a tough life before but trust in Him that He will give you the best in time to come. i'll need to think of a time to meet up with you before you go back to aust again. really miss those boozy times. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my buddy buddy, eternal friends are hard to come by and God has brought you and me to be friends. i can never be more thankful to you for the times you stood by me when i was at my downest. haha.. but hey, we are both now doing well and i'm going to fly over to aust to be your best man ok?! well.. i hope i be your best man but even if you don't choose me it's alright. haha.. i will still fly over to attend your bloody wedding!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, my baby.. i don't know how it happened but it's been confirmed it's on the 22nd right? haha.. bleah!! i will love you with all my heart and hopefully one day you will give me a baby too. hahaha! i love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i really hope i can write more and not be lazy. haha.. i shall stop here because i need to do something really important now!! take care everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't forget this.. ALL'S MAMBO THAT ENDS WELL. hur hur!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-413990777650005522?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/413990777650005522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=413990777650005522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/413990777650005522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/413990777650005522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2009/02/yabadabadooooooo.html' title='Yabadabadooooooo..!!'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-2408909620443256910</id><published>2008-11-25T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:17:00.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can't stop thinking of this beautiful quote by a cutie -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"you kept me awake all night without making a point!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ain't that beautiful or what? lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;as the saying goes.. all's mambo that ends well.. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-2408909620443256910?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/2408909620443256910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=2408909620443256910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/2408909620443256910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/2408909620443256910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2008/11/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-6572412937393733602</id><published>2008-11-19T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:49:01.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rum&amp;raisin&amp;chocolatestout with peanutbutter&amp;pistachio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there's a prettycutegirl in town&lt;br /&gt;who can cheer up anyone who's down&lt;br /&gt;who actually took a chance&lt;br /&gt;to teach a boy to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a silly lil boy in town&lt;br /&gt;who prefers to smile than to frown&lt;br /&gt;who actually took a chance&lt;br /&gt;to meet a girl to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;front and back they stepped&lt;br /&gt;to the left and right they tapped&lt;br /&gt;"move your knees and not your hips"&lt;br /&gt;said the girl who gave some tips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sway, oh sway, the girl danced away&lt;br /&gt;bump and clunk, the boy went astray&lt;br /&gt;"i'll practise and we'll dance again"&lt;br /&gt;said the boy who nearly went insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-whisper- all's mambo that ends well.. lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-6572412937393733602?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/6572412937393733602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=6572412937393733602' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/6572412937393733602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/6572412937393733602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2008/11/rum-with-peanut-butter.html' title='rum&amp;raisin&amp;chocolatestout with peanutbutter&amp;pistachio'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-8878186012051759909</id><published>2008-11-11T09:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:33:32.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two cents..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just wondering. is it that i'm studying too hard and becoming what i'm actually studying or is it me just trying to be a smart aleck? recently petrol prices are going down and some other commodities are not doing too well either. and then comes the news about taxi fares not having the $0.30 surcharge anymore. and right now, i just read a piece of news that erp prices will be lowered as of next monday (in conjunction of the school holidays. how lovely! lol..)! hmm.. if you haven't noticed, there seems to be some pattern and subtle meaning to it. i'm not trying to predict anything, just a little bit of my own silly smart aleck analysis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pap seems to be serious about doing something for the economic crisis. lowering prices might seem to be something to cheer about but i guess there's nothing much pap can do at this point of time. i'm sure they know what they are doing when they lower the prices. as singaporeans themselves, they must have the insight of how miserly some of 'us' can be. hence, by lowering prices, the miserly 'us' will be celebrating and thinking, "how wonderful pap is to lend a hand and give its citizens some support at this time of crisis!". well, i'm thinking, if they do not do that, how the heck are 'we' going to be enticed, seduced and succumb to spend? with less contributions back to the society, how can the economy pick up again? nevertheless, it is still consoling to know that prices are indeed going down. i wonder what it will be like when the economy picks up again? will oil prices be above US$150 the next time? i shudder at the thought of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;although there could be subtle sarcasm in the above, in order not to get arrested, i shall say something here, "come out and spend some money, fellow citizens! help save the 'economy'! majulah singapura! merdeka!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well, if you were not able to see it, i just added more sarcasm with the above. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;last but not least, ALL'S MAMBO THAT ENDS WELL.. (i'm coming home to you baby! just one last week! bear with it and i shall groove it to you again! only you can set me freeeeee...!!)&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/5464679117041198506-8878186012051759909?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/8878186012051759909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=8878186012051759909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/8878186012051759909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/8878186012051759909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-cents.html' title='two cents..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-7344895125988479672</id><published>2008-11-05T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:37:36.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think i'm loving the exam period. it just gives me lots of energy, or should i say adrenaline. the pumping of my heart keeps going to my ears recently and i get really restless. it's like i'm on drugs, i hate the feeling of being restless but it keeps me perked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok back to studying. rubbish over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ALL'S MAMBO THAT ENDS WELL..&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/5464679117041198506-7344895125988479672?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/7344895125988479672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=7344895125988479672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/7344895125988479672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/7344895125988479672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-im-loving-exam-period.html' title='Exams..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-6118251338712411805</id><published>2008-11-02T07:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T07:21:32.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deeper..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's morning and i haven't slept a wink. was out till the wee hours. i'm happy. somehow this happiness seems to point to something else. i've come to this stage where i realise that i am actually able to handle things in a way which i couldn't, say 5 years ago? i may have really grown. somehow i think i should really feel sad that certain things are happening but i feel otherwise. i do not know why. it could be a slight relief of stress. when i said i'm entering a new chapter of my life i didn't expect it to be this way. this is something really new. i've just reassured myself of certain things and i feel glad. i know myself in a much deeper way than before. and i know what i must do this time round. i hope i can remind myself each and every time i feel like i'm indulging. yup, God really answered my prayers. He really gave me strength, optimism and wisdom. i have no way but to thank Him again. as always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and this will never disappear - all's mambo that ends well..&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/5464679117041198506-6118251338712411805?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/6118251338712411805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=6118251338712411805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/6118251338712411805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/6118251338712411805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2008/11/deeper.html' title='Deeper..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-8331018543985990845</id><published>2008-10-27T10:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:41:14.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today is a day for celebration. something special happened. really special. i am no longer the same person anymore. 'this time i know it's for real'. thank you donna summers. i have entered a new realm of my life. at this point of time, i have lots of mixed feelings. happiness, completeness, excitement, joy and fear as well. you might wonder why the last one is fear. i'm scared because this means a new chapter of my life. a new dimension. a transition. i'm scared of new challenges and obstacles that i will face in the near future but i also want to face them and conquer them. i have never felt like this before. maybe this is the real deal. and i'm glad this is it. i hope i will be able to take whatever that comes and i will have the motivation to be the best person i know how. i hope this is the last station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all's mambo that ends well.. really well.. lol. in a bang baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lord God, i pray to you that whatever that comes now will be a fresh learning experience for me and you will grant me the strength to overcome all obstacles, the optimism to face all challenges and the wisdom to handle all difficulties. thank you for everything once again. amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-8331018543985990845?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/8331018543985990845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=8331018543985990845' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/8331018543985990845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/8331018543985990845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2008/10/special-day.html' title='A Special Day'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-8124007323231707042</id><published>2008-10-11T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:35:40.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dramatic Movie..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what a weird movie outing i had yesterday night. of all the people in the world, i had to bump into my ex-girlfriend. i thought i would never see her again. sigh.. God.. why? i guess i will never know what was the purpose of that meeting and i don't really wish to know. to top it all, she was with her NEW bf. no, please don't be mistaken. i'm not jealous at all. i'm glad she managed to move on and forget about me. please go on without me. i'll be most happy. i'm just pondering why am i still drowning in this guilt trip while she has moved on? whatever happened to the "i may not ever find another guy again because of you"? and the "i'll never forget you"? lol. i find this hilariously ironic. but i would still punch myself in the face and tell myself it's my mistake yet again to have believed yet another girl. what must it take for me to learn not to believe the noble words of the glorious species of irony? well, i already knew she has moved on about 6 months back and got together with him. i just didn't want to say anything but seeing her before my eyes hugging another guy was a tad difficult to swallow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i always like to put myself through the rough edges. i'm not one who would give myself little pats on the back to make myself feel better. i prefer to go through the 18 levels of hell and come back up, emerging stronger, smarter and better than before. i tend to take all responsibilities and usually they are bad. when something good happens, i put it as the kind acts of others and not myself. no, i'm no angel. please do not misinterpret my writings again. just my minute effort of staying humble. and while something bad happens, i would slap myself and wonder why i would let anything like that happen in the first place. it's illogical to me but i still do it. i say illogical because how does one actually make another person put him on a guilt trip and then suck out all forms of sympathy and then go on to greener pastures, leaving the former bellowing in pain and guilt? do i have the ability to do that? i'm appalled. nevertheless, life still goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;there. i've finally let everything out. i feel much better now. it's over and i should be looking into the future. :) thank God i still have mambo. and to think i nearly gave up mambo for her. sheesh.. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;all's mambo that ends well.. :)&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/5464679117041198506-8124007323231707042?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/8124007323231707042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=8124007323231707042' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/8124007323231707042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/8124007323231707042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2008/10/dramatic-movie.html' title='Dramatic Movie..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-1277929961062833042</id><published>2008-10-02T06:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T06:40:25.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another night..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sigh.. it's another night at the usual place. there weren't many people there "tonight" (or should i say last night? lol.) mostly regulars perhaps. but it was quite comfortable to dance. haven't had this kind of space and comfort for some time. feels good actually. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the dj was crazy and so was i. lol. he basically blasted all the nice songs in a row and left himself nothing to play for the rest of the night. and i think i did some really silly stuff. lol. not that i don't do silly stuff on a daily basis, but i made everyone in my group laugh quite a bit. i can't help myself! i think i'm getting really crazy because i'm studying psychology. ok.. wrong explanation! somehow it's my personality. i wish i could describe this as my character but it doesn't connect. clowning around is not character. it is personality. did i just tell everyone that i'm a clown? omg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and actually i'm going to study for a bit first before i head to bed. yes.. i'm crazy. but no, this is actually the kind of sacrifice that i have to make if i want to go out and play. i acknowledge this kind of sacrifice. for me, if i want to mambo, i have to finish my work no matter what. discipline is what i lack and i know that too. that's why i'm pushing myself even harder in my studies. ultimately, if i don't study, i die (you know i'm talking metaphorically right?). lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i haven't danced like this in a while. thank you dj for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;all's mambo that ends well..&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/5464679117041198506-1277929961062833042?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/1277929961062833042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=1277929961062833042' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/1277929961062833042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/1277929961062833042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-another-night.html' title='Just another night..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-6415707867493063342</id><published>2008-09-21T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:24:30.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solemnness..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was forced by my friends to register for a facebook account. sigh.. now i have one more activity to do before i sleep. check the bloody account. lol. and my email is being flooded with all the email notifications!! damn. anyway, i have been feeling rather low (even though it's partly because wednesdays are over) because of some problems which have cropped up suddenly. i really wish that i could post all my problems here but i would prefer to have my own privacy. i don't want anybody to come after my blood. but the main reason is to maintain the peace and tranquility within my social life. i do have lots of opinions but i couldn't say them as well. frankly speaking, nobody in this world actually knows how much i know. i was told a long time ago that i talk too much. so i'm keeping quiet most of the time right now. if i don't say anything, it doesn't mean i don't know a thing. if you are reading this, it definitely applies to you. lol. that being said, some of you might start to feel a little bit uncomfortable but rest assured if you can read this, you are someone whom i care a lot about. trust me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;actually, come to think of it, i shall have another blog but i won't divulge it. it's for myself. shhh.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all's mambo that ends well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-6415707867493063342?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/6415707867493063342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=6415707867493063342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/6415707867493063342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/6415707867493063342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2008/09/solemnness.html' title='Solemnness..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-8306281936895099271</id><published>2008-09-18T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:26:40.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Gold.. Amazing!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm so proud of my secondary school! i wiki-ed my secondary school and as i was browsing through the contents, i just realised that my alma mater is so amazing! i didn't realise that it was the only school in singapore to ever win double gold in cross country! boy am i proud. i can't believe it. i remembered i managed to bask in the full glory of it but i didn't know that it was the ONLY school in singapore to ever achieve that. however, i was sad to find out that 2007 was a medal-less year. whatever happened to all the sportsman? shocking but oh well.. and the track and field results were horrible. i really can't believe the former glory had all gone down the drain. anyway, just felt like posting something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh yeah, i was from victoria school if you are curious. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mambo's over but i'm still doing the moves. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;all's mambo that ends well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-8306281936895099271?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/8306281936895099271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=8306281936895099271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/8306281936895099271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/8306281936895099271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2008/09/double-gold-amazing.html' title='Double Gold.. Amazing!!'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-8175706285328570819</id><published>2008-09-17T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:51:57.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Elmo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what a pain it is to do work. lol. now i'm not saying that work is a bed of roses. nobody said that. of course i understand that all forms of work - studies, job tasks, etc. - come in the form of the universal impolite term - "shit". so this entry serves as an outlet for me to let off some steam and blow my horn (please people.. straight thinking!! blow.. horn(y).. i know what you all are thinking!! lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;alright, back to my lamenting. yes, i have been "bloody" busy these few weeks trying to do my assignments. my new term has started and it just gets worse. last term was pretty manageable but i felt choked up. and this term is worse. although the number of modules has decreased drastically, amount of work has increased. hmm.. i thought i could take a breather but well, things have to be like that. i don't wish to complain much because i don't want to sound like some wimp who can't get control of his life. i'm very much in control thank you very much. well, so much for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;today's another wednesday and i woke up feeling a little crappy. my mind's too full of studies i think. i can't help it because i really want to do well. very well in fact. :) i just hope i have the steam to finish this damn semester. i'm almost there! just two more months and i can fart. lol. feeling rather constipated that's why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;practice doesn't necessary make perfection. or so i have learnt. lol. that is to say in relation to learning. i shall not elaborate as i will not find a way to end this. lol. i realise i'm applying whatever i have learnt in my everyday life. my friends especially. lol. not that i'm taking them as my subjects (gosh! i'm talking like my lecturer already!), but it's just my subtle way of practising whatever i have learnt. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;brennymambowong. study hard and mambo hard. tap into your utmost potential and show the world what you can do. believe in that and things will come your way.  God will show you things along the way as a guide but you got to have the discernment to see them. do not let distractions take you away from your goal in life. focus brennymambowong. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mambo in 4 hours time!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;all's mambo that ends well...... i promise i won't go home without you.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-8175706285328570819?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/8175706285328570819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=8175706285328570819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/8175706285328570819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/8175706285328570819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2008/09/emo-elmo.html' title='Emo Elmo..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-1350220355536979297</id><published>2008-09-16T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:53:42.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't Go Home Without You..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I asked her to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; But she wouldn't listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; She left before I had the chance to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; The words that would mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; The things that were broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; But now it's far too late, she's gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Every night you cry yourself to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Thinking "Why does this happen to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Why does every moment have to be so hard?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hard to believe that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's not over tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I may not make it through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I won't go home without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; The taste of her breath, I'll never get over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And the noises that she made kept me awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; The weight of things that remain unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Built up so much it crushed us everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Every night you cry yourself to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Thinking "Why does this happen to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Why does every moment have to be so hard?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hard to believe that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's not over tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I may not make it through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I won't go home without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's not over tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I may not make it through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I won't go home without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Of all the things I felt I've never really showed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Perhaps the worst is that I ever let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Should not ever let you go, oh oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's not over tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I may not make it through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I won't go home without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's not over tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I may not make it through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I won't go home without you, ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's not over tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Just give me one more chance to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I may not make it through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I won't go home without you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I won't go home without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I won't go home without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I won't go home without you  &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/5464679117041198506-1350220355536979297?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/1350220355536979297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=1350220355536979297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/1350220355536979297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/1350220355536979297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2008/09/wont-go-home-without-you.html' title='Won&apos;t Go Home Without You..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-1370224366920187285</id><published>2008-09-03T15:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:44:26.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morbid..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm not feeling right today. morbid. not sure why but i guess it's probably due to stress. stress in many areas. home, work, school. at home, i'm always worrying about parents and brother. yup.. brother. surprised? don't be. just because i haven't mentioned my brother at all doesn't mean i don't care about him. lol. but it's not about him. :) i'm always worrying about when will the time come when i can give my mom the comfort that she needs. i really hope it'll be soon. i can't bear to see her work her butt out anymore. and i rather not mention my dad. waste of writing space here. get it? sorry if i sound improper but that's how melancholy works. stress at work is due to having to wait to go through all the funny training modules (yes, "modules"). i dislike the waiting part. well, i just want to go through it as soon as possible and start work properly, so that life goes on. not that life doesn't go on without work, but i'm just enthusiastic about it. not sure why again. lol. and school is depressing. doing my best is my only motivation as well as consolation. "consolation" seems to reveal how i'm doing in school but no, i'm still good. lol. just not doing up to my expectations. i think i got to set it lower. if not i'll always be complaining. lol. so that's my definition of stress. did i mention i was going to define it? shucks. hazards in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i feel better now. sorry mambo dear. didn't mean to get you worried. whenever i'm with you i'll definitely be happy. what's life without you? lol. i'm brennymambowong  24/7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;all's mambo that ends well.. yEeEeooWww!! i feel GOOD..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;God, please give me strength.. :) i'm getting a bit drained out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-1370224366920187285?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/1370224366920187285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=1370224366920187285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/1370224366920187285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/1370224366920187285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2008/09/morbid.html' title='Morbid..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-4268512426786455994</id><published>2008-08-30T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:19:23.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mambo at Timbre..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hey people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;last night was one hell of a night! i'm still having a hard time trying to believe what i did. goodness gracious me! all thanks to my friends.. even though it was damn embarrassing, you guys were still am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;azing and i still love every inch of you all! lol.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me if mambo moved out of zouk because i'm confused too! lol. did it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;shift to timbre? well.. it may just have because last night mambo happened at timbre! yes, you did not read it wrongly. now the whole of timbre knows. gosh.. what have i done to deserve this? lol. nevertheless, it was all for the fun of it and i enjoyed  quite a bit myself. lol.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;this was what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;these are my stinky friends and why i am not inside is because someone has to take the pictures right? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SLmM6dJ4-yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kHfTBGQx2nU/s1600-h/29082008153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SLmM6dJ4-yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kHfTBGQx2nU/s320/29082008153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240374577308695330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SLmNtrPkTkI/AAAAAAAAABA/qqjGz5A-k0U/s1600-h/29082008154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SLmNtrPkTkI/AAAAAAAAABA/qqjGz5A-k0U/s320/29082008154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240375457263930946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and this is me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;view it, enjoy it and don't laugh!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6fb9bc88c3991671" 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://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6fb9bc88c3991671%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329913991%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C77D32E088FEB23CABECDC60C5B6500D59F53EB.3B344DB4B444F66F4D4CBD1CC2E174E7B8D01509%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6fb9bc88c3991671%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYw-hETJ2HKNTqkW-9raCCGY2-Nw&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://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6fb9bc88c3991671%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329913991%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7C77D32E088FEB23CABECDC60C5B6500D59F53EB.3B344DB4B444F66F4D4CBD1CC2E174E7B8D01509%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6fb9bc88c3991671%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYw-hETJ2HKNTqkW-9raCCGY2-Nw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;all's mambo that ends PERFECTLY well. can i hear an "amen"? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-4268512426786455994?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6fb9bc88c3991671&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/4268512426786455994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=4268512426786455994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/4268512426786455994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/4268512426786455994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2008/08/mambo-at-timbre.html' title='Mambo at Timbre..?'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SLmM6dJ4-yI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kHfTBGQx2nU/s72-c/29082008153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-3303414903621915208</id><published>2008-08-23T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:44:18.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where there's a will, there's a way..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SLA-S5uf2bI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NgtX2gCvLNs/s1600-h/Photo+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SLA-S5uf2bI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NgtX2gCvLNs/s200/Photo+12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237754861086300594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;i just had my hair cut!! lol. i'm now having a drink at 'the golden arches' and here i am, blogging away again. i'm supposed to be at my grandma's but i thought i'll slack around a little before i go there. i had class this morning at 8am! imagine that.. sigh.. woke up at 5.30am. yeah i know. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking again. do i really agree with "where there's a will, there's a way"? lol. here i go again! i better stop my nonsense before someone kills me. lol. all you illogical people, beware! because there's going to be someone very logical coming after you in about 3 years time. lol. and when that time comes, he's going to make all of you logical again. senseless bums! wake up! lol. ok.. don't hate me please.. -blink blink- i was only joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i got my hair cut, i can't wait for mambo again! lol. where's the connection man? brennymambowong, always talking senselessly. BUT, that's what defines mambo, doesn't it? senseless. lol. usually the most senseless thing gives you the most enjoyment, don't you think so? don't you love it when you sit down for hours with your friends and talk nonsense the whole night? say yes. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why i am blogging this.. hmmm.. totally bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty! i must make my way already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup yup yup! all's mambo that ends well baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-3303414903621915208?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/3303414903621915208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=3303414903621915208' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-2587879835319800217</id><published>2008-08-19T09:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:07:59.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really pretty..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hey people (or rather GUYS.. lol..), if you want to see a really pretty girl, here's one -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.happyslip.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you can look for happyslip on itunes. name's christine. she's a looker. lol. cheers guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all's mambo that ends well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-2587879835319800217?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-2293549623864309119</id><published>2008-08-17T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:20:20.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dear mambo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please give me the motivation to finish all my assignments before i meet you. if not, i will not be able to meet you and i might just commit suicide. lol. just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, give me strength.&lt;br /&gt;mambo, give me the moves.&lt;br /&gt;belinda, it's summer but where's the rain?&lt;br /&gt;bananarama, give me love in the first degree.&lt;br /&gt;kylie, let me be lucky once more.&lt;br /&gt;rick, i'm never gonna give you up and we'll always be together forever.&lt;br /&gt;al, I'M ALREADY IN A BLOODY SQUARE ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;spagna, keep calling me ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright that's enough. back to my assignments. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all's mambo that ends well baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-2293549623864309119?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/2293549623864309119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=2293549623864309119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/2293549623864309119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/2293549623864309119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2008/08/prayer.html' title='Prayer..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-2437150438558100308</id><published>2008-08-16T02:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T16:25:11.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting it done..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's really late but i just felt like writing something again. i'll have to get up for school in a few hours time. school's been great. and oh, i've already started my work but i'm still only in the training phase. training for work has been great too. been getting to know a lot of people recently. hoping to get to know them better as i'll be seeing them more often either in school or at work. God, please let them be fun. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, i just want to say that getting over things have been difficult but at least i'm progressing. lol. song check - all i want for christmas is you by mariah carey. what a song to come on now. lol. i wish i can sing this song to someone. just someone. no one in specific. like i said, it's difficult to get over things but i'm doing it no matter what. this is part of my "be good to myself" plan. lol. someone told me recently, there's absolutely nothing wrong with me except that i'm always looking for love. let me finish that sentence, "... in all the wrong places!" lol. sigh. well, what can i say? the usual thing i say to myself. i'm a guy that not many people, not just girls, or even guys if you are gay (LOL), would know how to appreciate. i'm a piece of abstract art where the true meaning of it can hardly be understood by most. do not be mistaken people. this is just a way of how i console myself. lol. deceit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i guess i really need to submerge myself immensely in being a bachelor. it ain't that bad, dude! lol. alright i need to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;looking forward to the next mambo! i hereby announce that i live for mambo! well, you should be have figured that out a long time ago, haven't you? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;all's mambo that ends well.. ohhh yeah!&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/5464679117041198506-2437150438558100308?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/2437150438558100308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=2437150438558100308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/2437150438558100308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/2437150438558100308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-really-late-but-i-just-felt-like.html' title='Getting it done..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-1376052600358898709</id><published>2008-08-03T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:53:51.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'll do..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;dinner was good. fantastic actually. mum's such a great cook. steamed fish head (such bliss..), curry veg, pop corn chicken (yesss..!!), tempura prawns (omg..!!) and last but not least, "see hum"!!! envious? lol. i hope not. you people definitely have had better food. or rather that's probably the normal response from people. i have this friend who never admits instantaneously to anything i say. only after i have proven her wrong. lol. and this is what i love doing most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a bad tummy now so i better be quick in this post. lol. anyways, i have thought about this the whole night. it just kept bugging me. had a hard time trying to fall asleep. shucks. i have actually two confessions to make. no no.. not the "Father forgive me for i have sinned" confession. a love confession actually. lol. i'm putting it in here because i know the two people will never read my blog. lol. i hope. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the two confessions are just love confessions. or if that's what you call it. lol. i just like the both of them that's all. i did mention or rather hint, in my previous entries. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't write their names down if not my friends who read this post will definitely laugh at me. lol. not like they haven't been. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall call them c and y. lol. (omg.. if you are my friend, you'll definitely know who they are!!) lol.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;c, i just want to say that i am attracted to you because of your ability to make     me smile whenever i'm with you. and what i mean by this is, i don't feel in any     way turned off by anything you did. in fact, i am perpetually amused by all     your actions. the fast-paced nodding of your head is what i will always     remember. even though you like to make me feel guilty for the things which i     didn't do at all or are totally unrelated to me or you, i still feel happy around     you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "so it's my fault?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "yeah!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  this is what you have said and will say to me. lol. i shall not narrate the whole     story as i want to keep these to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  i wished that we could be together but i think due to circumstances, we could     only be friends. i don't think you would be attracted to me in any way. or     should i say, you seem the least attracted to me. lol. i admit that i'm     unattractive. but somehow if i had a chance, i'll make you the happiest person     on earth the best i know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  thanks for all the happy moments that you brought me. i hope i did manage to     reciprocate.&lt;/blockquote&gt;that's for c. and now for y. lol.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;y, you are the girl that takes my breath away. i don't know why my heart skips     every time i see you. i don't know why i just can't take my eyes off you     whenever you are around. to me, you are really cute and pretty. and tall. lol.     but i still like you. i really can't believe it when i got to talk to you for the first     time and even got to know your name. it was the best time of my life. it was     like "i should be so lucky!". i could still remember the times when our eyes met     throughout the whole night. you smiled at me and my heart just stopped     momentarily. lol. i secretly smiled to myself and shouted, "yes!!" in my heart.     lol. i know i'm silly but it's exactly what i did. when i finally got to know you, my     heart didn't stop there. i was even more attracted to you. you showed me your     nonsense and i showed you my lameness. lol. given a chance too, i'll make     you my princess and treasure you like a precious stone. i'll love you like no     one else can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  please keep taking my breath away. don't stop or i'll be dismayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so after reading this, you should be thinking that i'm such a bastard since i want to be with two girls at the same time. no, i just want to be with one. it's a matter of choice only. i think i can choose who i want to be with right? and i would rather choose between two people that i like than two people who i don't like. i'm just striving for my own happiness and in the midst of it, provide happiness for the other party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right now i'm prepared to give them up because i don't think i'm equipped with the right stuff for them now. or rather for y. in the case of c, it's probably a case of "one way traffic". for y, it could be the same case but at least i can still fight for her. i don't think i put my thoughts across properly but i just want to keep it as original as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. thanks for reading people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all's mambo that ends well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-1376052600358898709?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/1376052600358898709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=1376052600358898709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/1376052600358898709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/1376052600358898709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-ill-do.html' title='What I&apos;ll do..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-1746275777048505877</id><published>2008-07-29T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:09:50.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I..? Maybe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;24 hours to go. lol. this is what i live for and this is who i'm going to be for quite some time i guess. mambo mambo mambo. what the heck man! how did i land myself in this horrible addiction? i really do not know. lol. but i'm loving it. more and more each day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i should be damn f**king excited now since it's only 24 hours more to go. however, i'm feeling a little uneasy. but i'll get over it soon. i just need some psycho-ing on my part. anyways, the uneasiness is just about giving up i guess. i think that's probably the best way to put it. lol. as to giving what up, i leave it to your imagination. lol. definitely not my manhood! goodness sake.. will you think of something more constructive! lol. haven't been receiving very positive signals. i think it's probably a hint that i should give it up. c'mon now.. don't tell me you are still confused about what you are reading! duh! lol. oh well.. i guess i deserve it. not in a "karma-tic" way but circumstances. choices which i made that led to my current situation. i should have made some wiser choice in the past. sigh.. too late for me to learn but at least i still managed to get it. after so long. what a dork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;na na na na na na na na.. baby give it.. give it up.. baby give it up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ohhh shut up brennymambowong!! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's the only reason why i'm still mambo-ing. if mambo is a girl, she's my wife. a  wife that can make me happy even in my saddest moments. a wife that makes me smile every single day, rain or shine. she'll be there in my darkest and my brightest. God.. why has this girl not shown up? maybe she has.. but why is she not showing me anything? should i just tell her? sigh.. i'm such a dork. fear of failure. that's me i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;c'mon brenny.. pull yourself together. your show's up in 24 hours. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and yup.. you might have guessed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;all's mambo that ends well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-1746275777048505877?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/1746275777048505877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=1746275777048505877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/1746275777048505877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/1746275777048505877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2008/07/should-i-maybe.html' title='Should I..? Maybe..'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-4035543837070829515</id><published>2008-07-23T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T01:26:39.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAMBO TIME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's just a couple of hours before i head out to my sanctuary every midweek. it's a place where i can be at my most relaxed with no stress at all. though sometimes it can be quite stressful with so many people looking. lol. MAMBO is the code, ADDICTION is the word. somebody save me!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, i'm in my ultra hyper mode and i've actually been practising one particular song the whole day, listening to it on repeat mode and thinking of which move should i use. lol. yup you are damn right! i am crazy! i can't help myself. my hands just start moving the moment i hear any retro song OR a song that's being played on wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out a startling truth yesterday night or rather this 'morning' if you know what i mean. lol. again i was disappointed at the mere fact that humans are such weak creatures. that's the reason why God exists, whichever God you worship or believe in. i'm only using a general term 'God' here in my context. don't want anybody coming after me you know. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was pissed. damn pissed. pardon me for using that word but that's probably the most accurate word i can use on myself then. i'll just make it short and sweet, in case anybody falls asleep. take for instance, you like a person but of course, you dare not tell the person. yet. lol. then along comes your 'good friend', who decides to get intoxicated with alcohol and spill the whole of beans. there you go! abracadabra! he tells the person you like him/her. thank you friend. for trying out a stunt which i feel is not very impressive at all to me. i really don't know what was going on inside your coconut shell but i do hope you know that it's not a very magnificent stunt you pulled. i wanted to use mind-blowing. but on second thoughts, it did blow my mind away. in a lousy way of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. the facets of life.. unfortunate but nevertheless, everything happens for a reason. :) God has planned this. i can't go against it, can i? lol. i really don't blame this friend of mine. just disappointed. it's no wonder they say, 'with friends like that, who needs enemies?' should i say 'Amen' to that? lol. i rather not. i wouldn't want to misuse that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i always end,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL'S MAMBO THAT ENDS WELL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brennymambowong strikes again!! have fun to all who's going to have fun!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-4035543837070829515?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/4035543837070829515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=4035543837070829515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/4035543837070829515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/4035543837070829515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-just-couple-of-hours-before-i-head.html' title='MAMBO TIME!!'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-3712085529281143056</id><published>2008-07-21T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:43:35.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i am finally starting school tomorrow. having mixed feelings now. on one hand i still want to slack around and on the other, i just want to study hard and get what i think i deserve. in fact, i think i should be psyching myself up to study hard as well as prepare myself for 'no time at all'.&lt;/span&gt; no time for this and no time for that. well.. i guess i should be able to handle the lack of time as i have no commitments at all. lol. no wait.. i still have my commitment to wednesdays. and pool. lol. these two come hand in hand. without either one of these, there would never be brennymambowong. lol. i have done my read ups and a little bit of homework before the 'd-day' tomorrow. i hope the lecturer does not ask us to do anything silly. he actually left a note on the announcement board telling us not to disclose our job to any of our classmates as he wants to do an experiment in class. it sounds interesting enough but i'm still keeping my fingers crossed. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yess.. hot but sad news!! i shall bury my monkey in my drawer as 'he' has passed on. i think 'he' has already done his job and 'he' is too old to continue. so.. people.. my beloved monkey shall no longer be seen every wednesday and please await the new successor of my monkey! LOL! this piece of news only applies to the mambo freaks every wednesday. lol. if this is the first time you have heard of mambo, please feel free to leave a comment here for more enquiries and our ever so friendly customer service monkey, brennymambowong, will get back to you in a jiffy with more information. :) thank you! lol. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright people! till then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all's mambo that ends well! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5464679117041198506-3712085529281143056?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/3712085529281143056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=3712085529281143056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/3712085529281143056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/3712085529281143056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5464679117041198506.post-1762192089404375890</id><published>2008-07-19T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T18:23:55.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's yet another day of celebration for me. i just got a call from esplanade and i got the job! yesss..!! things seem be working out at last. :) looks like the next mambo is going to be a very good one. lol. can't stop thinking about next wed. omg.. i'm such an addict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.. there's a catch to it though. i got to go for a briefing on 5th aug but i got lessons on that day. sigh.. it's the third week of school and i have to skip class already. if i don't go for the briefing, there goes my job. :( oh well.. i'll need to contact my lecturer and see what he says then. hopefully he can pass me some extra notes or any form of supplementary materials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and guess what? my little prayer seems to be working. hee.. God i hope You are not having me on. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and this is also my first post on my new blog!! another happy thing!! hmm.. am i being too positive? heck! just be happy! when trouble comes, just face it. be a man, do the right thing. lol. thanks russell, for this quote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anywaysss (i'm talking like this due to some form of influence from someone), all's well that ends well!! or maybe i should change this.. all's mambo that ends well!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ohh yeah.. :)&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/5464679117041198506-1762192089404375890?l=brennymambowong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/feeds/1762192089404375890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5464679117041198506&amp;postID=1762192089404375890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/1762192089404375890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5464679117041198506/posts/default/1762192089404375890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brennymambowong.blogspot.com/2008/07/celebrate.html' title='Celebrate'/><author><name>BMW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889767034809413030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OdF1OaJxyts/SIBADh--ItI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sOTSV59k7E4/S220/IMG_0654.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
