<?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-7197327</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:32:02.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Diary</title><subtitle type='html'>This Is My Life ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-111780776589370496</id><published>2005-06-03T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T07:09:25.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today is the 3rd of june</title><content type='html'>this morning suppose to meet yizhong and nat in school at 8 am... so i became so damn disciplined that i came at 7 45 am ... achievement for me im like so early .... lol n i took bus ... we wanted to see mr tan to get our testimonials for the vjc red carpet application ... then after awhile hafiz came ... at 8 07 am yizhong called 'hi i juz woke up please wait ah im coming' lol he juz woke up and he dreamt about me in his sleep ... juz another evidence to prove hes gay ..... then damn long later nat woke up .... n msg me ... he fogot to set his alarm ...... then at about 10 we all settled down .... by then i collected my testimonial from mr tan and also from miss koh ....... sadly through a misunderstanding from our short messages ... mr tan did not write for nat and yizhong ... only me .....so yeah im like the backstabber now lol ..... then i got the miss koh testimonial in which i was given the rank 'Sergeant' for my services and im like wtf ???? didnt noe got such thing in band .... but then sergeant???? i should be getting general or major or liuetanant or president ... too much ah .... sergeant is fine ... then we went to vjc in the killer weather .... hang out in the band room wif some of my pals .... had some fun .... hang out hang out hang out and stare at nothing until it was time to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon i went to downtown east ... for dinner then to some kids explore thing u noe the maze thingy got balls around for kids to play .... they go through tunnels and stuff ... yeah my sis wanted to bring my 11 month old niece who couldnt walk ... she paid 7 bucks to let her roll in the pool of balls ... saw some stupid kids lol imagine this 2 kids .... one wanted to chase the other ... he ran ... then he turned back n chased the one chasing him the first kid ran ... then in the end ... both ran and no one chased anyone ... so beautiful the mind of a stupid child .... so beautiful .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-111780776589370496?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/111780776589370496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=111780776589370496' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/111780776589370496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/111780776589370496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2005/06/today-is-3rd-of-june.html' title='today is the 3rd of june'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-111763654727653318</id><published>2005-06-01T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T07:35:47.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lol</title><content type='html'>spent the last 3 hours playing suikoden IV damn its nice superb storyline ... up till where i played ... two best friends grew up together to become knights .... one is the son of a senator ... another is a homeless kid ... nonetheless they became soulmates .... until ... power struggle which happened in a battle .... from then on .... the homeless one (me) was exiled for commiting a murder which he did not commit it was done by a rune ... the punishment rune ..... with great powers .... taking lives and once it is satisfied with its owner ... it moves on to the next ... with its owner burning to ashes ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to real world&lt;br /&gt;since miss koh was too busy me and nat gotta write our own testimonial and she would edit it ...... so this is how it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iman is a cheerful young man who always finds time to put a smile on people’s face. Having played the trumpet for almost four years, he has developed from an inexperienced learner to what others now consider him - a role model. He is known to be a caring senior who would understand the needs of his friends and juniors. Iman mixes well with his juniors despite of the age difference and the practice of hierarchy. He earns his respect through his actions, leading by example and treating every member of his band like family. He is a very dedicated person, one who would always strive for his passion. Iman has had his share of success and failures in which I believe would serve him well for his future in not only being a better musician, but more importantly a better person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-111763654727653318?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/111763654727653318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=111763654727653318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/111763654727653318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/111763654727653318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2005/06/lol.html' title='lol'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-111754624593493846</id><published>2005-05-31T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T06:30:45.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31 May</title><content type='html'>today is 31 May&lt;br /&gt;woke up 11+ suppose to go to sch at 12+ to study wif the usuals promised faris i would be there by 12 30 but i was an hour later cos i was watching justice league ...&lt;br /&gt;reached there then shortly later akmal n fuad arrived from jurong east they grabbed the cheap zen micro thingy then i started doing some titration exercises wif imaginary results ... juz as mdm sim instructed ... did around 6 exercises and a few wif akmal ... then we started to discover the wonders of a video recording fone ....&lt;br /&gt;and some went to read 'quantum physics book' (fhm) then akmal recorded wan jumping from table to table as spiderman wif fuad as dr octopus who was raping faris .... lol then we use wans fone that can be paused to do magic sort of like i was runnin towards a wall then pause video ... and i came out on the other side 0.0 ... magic eh the wonders of a video recording fone .... then sat down looked thru some experiments then played soccer ' kalah tonggeng ' meaning loser bends down and gets their asses whack by a soccer ball ... my team lost once .... i got 2 hits .... one on the left thigh by brem then another ass-pain placed shot right in the hole man .... by wan that one stays ... it hurts like hell then ncc ppl gave away food cos they got too many packets i took 5 packets home although their food tasted like shit as in really shit .... but wad can i do ... i got 3 children to feed at home ... lol&lt;br /&gt;yeah n vjc teacher callled again this time i wasnt at home so my sis called me to tell me to ring her up ... yeah i need testimonials n letters from either teachers or conductor .... tried calling miss koh .. no reply .... mdm sim ... off her fone ... and one last step of courage .... i actually gathered the courage to call mr tan ....... but nv pick up .. damn im desperate for testimonials to support my application not that its a must ... but hey it juz tells ppl who i am ... 22nd june is the auditions ... 16 bars of slow and another 16 of fast music i think i have in mind wad im gonna play but then .... i nv noe i so need mervin tay whos stuck in ns ... hes like the yoda of trumpet man .... danny is busy so i aint gonna disturb him .... (very very very very desperate for teacher's testimonials and conductors letter) but freaking yizhong is so relaxed bloody idiot i mean we are in the same boat .... lets hope we wont sink cos i cant swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;you know i cant smile without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-111754624593493846?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/111754624593493846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=111754624593493846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/111754624593493846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/111754624593493846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2005/05/31-may.html' title='31 May'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-111737336023659835</id><published>2005-05-29T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T06:29:20.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>been sick this weekend this sucks man ... today i slept in the noon after waking up at bout 9 i woke up at 5 pm still feeling sick .... yesterday swallowed my first ever panadol ... im no good at swallowing stuff i have always sucked at it i cant swallow shit .... yst was an achievement i thought the panadol would take me out then slp like a pig but i seem to wake up every few minutes full of mucus and crap ... i hate it when i cant breathe through my nose and gotta use my mouth ..... sounded like darth vader ... stuffed myself wif spicy stuff today tryin to get my taste senses back but to no avail .... i even rubbed some oil underneath my nose, a very strong cold reliever but i cant feel a shit except for the heat given offfffff ~exothermic~  tmr's mt o lvl paper ... juz hope i would well cos i need my brains and surely if i breathe thru my mouth sounding like darth vader ... i might be considered cheating .... for now i ll juz chill listen to some malay songs to revise the beatiful words and use for compo :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-111737336023659835?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-111710098474704013</id><published>2005-05-26T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T02:49:44.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mission</title><content type='html'>today same thing for mt no holds barred when theres no teacher cos of some minister visit or sumthin&lt;br /&gt;after skool went to cut hair @ hair job wif najid fuad and faris accompanying&lt;br /&gt;fuad went cos we promised to follow him to changi hospital for his appointment&lt;br /&gt;after the haircut, we went to eat at banquet then the Missions began:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission 1: after a meal at banquet i decided to get a drink at burger king which is cheaper they were all in there wif me ... then fuad came to me and said ' we wait outside ah ' once i got my drink i turned around there was none around ... i was missioned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission 2: at changi hospital, we went to the toilet , there was like 2 urinals and 1 guy was taking so looooong so fuad first then me and i passed my bag to faris ... as i unzipped my pants i turned and they were gone ... fuck i was missioned again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission 3: as fuad was queing up for his appointment registration, he was distracted by the american idol on tv .... me n faris took this chance to mission him .... we ran and hide near polar cakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission 4: fuads appointment was taking damn long, me n faris listened to my ipod and faris fell asleep ... juz nice as fuad juz finished , if we missioned him, it would be a big one man imagine bein woken up by a nurse at night cos u fell asleep and ur frens left u alone there lol but as i tried to unplug my earphone from his ears, he woke up ... damn missed one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission 5: we were near fuads house when i was walking i was laughing about the missions we juz did and was walking n walking n walking then i turned .... they were gone again ..... so its another mission on me ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission 6: we were at fuads void deck as he tried to call his mum as he was forcing us to go to his house.... he was talking emotionally... exchanging expressive words and he took a step forward ... facing the other side ... me n faris took this chance .... to MissION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 missions in a day ... damn we are better than james bond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-111710098474704013?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/111710098474704013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=111710098474704013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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much remarks: read aloud!!&lt;br /&gt;                                               engage more in conversation&lt;br /&gt;                                               oh yeah, cut ur hair&lt;br /&gt;i mean like wth man cut hair??????? didnt noe appearance was worth so much marks if i knew then i would have aced it 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after orals played soccer few of us today many didnt noe there was friday united training today, the 10 of us that played, losing team gotta bend down, head down the ball bout few feet away ... and gets rammed in the ass by every winning team player so its like 5 damn shots on ur ass but some missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got 2 hits on my ass, one on the right, the other on  the left plus a combo when i slipped on a puddle of water and landed on both i mean the impact was like .. damn ... and my butt got so painful and tight that its like a brazillian butt lift.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah only 2 hits and 1 combo the saddest shit was fuad more than 5 hits total on the ass his ass was a goner by the time everyone finished... he was lying there, lifeless wif a bruised assssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown to mt paper: hmmm monday minus wednesday that leaves me wif ... ?/??/???///??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-111702723758427389?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/111702723758427389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=111702723758427389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/111702723758427389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/111702723758427389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2005/05/today-today-today.html' title='today today today'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-111693649502276365</id><published>2005-05-24T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T05:09:22.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Side</title><content type='html'>the dark side of the trumpet teaches skills that some might consider unnatural&lt;br /&gt;the dark side of the trumpet teaches skills that some might consider unnatural&lt;br /&gt;the dark side of the trumpet teaches skills that some might consider unnatural&lt;br /&gt;the dark side of the trumpet teaches skills that some might consider unnatural&lt;br /&gt;the dark side of the trumpet teaches skills that some might consider unnatural&lt;br /&gt;the dark side of the trumpet teaches skills that some might consider unnatural&lt;br /&gt;the dark side of the trumpet teaches skills that some might consider unnatural&lt;br /&gt;the dark side of the trumpet teaches skills that some might consider unnatural&lt;br /&gt;the dark side of the trumpet teaches skills that some might consider unnatural&lt;br /&gt;the dark side of the trumpet teaches skills that some might consider unnatural&lt;br /&gt;the dark side of the trumpet teaches skills that some might consider unnatural&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-111693649502276365?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/111693649502276365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=111693649502276365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/111693649502276365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/111693649502276365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2005/05/dark-side.html' title='Dark Side'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-111693512781192546</id><published>2005-05-24T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T04:45:27.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one last week</title><content type='html'>one week to go ... the end is near ... its time ... actually no actually o lvls june paper ... ok gotta take this paper down real hard cos i wanna drop it and have extra time ya noe&lt;br /&gt;juz now accompany faris to general office i somehow could sense the principal was nearby and crap when we were about to leave he did the old 'wads wif you hair thing'&lt;br /&gt;and to think i was gonna cut on thurs. dunno y ... its not long juz thich n fluffy its trademark for hair job overdue cut .. suppose to go last 2 weeks or so now overshot then it becomes a nest&lt;br /&gt;juz now after the mother intensive got physics lol 10 guys turned up and like half of them were the 55 club only farrell and cassidy pang seh us n skip they shall face the 55 club punishment tmr&lt;br /&gt;and damn my stomach hurts today its the shitty feeling but when u go n shit there aint no shit so i sit n wonder think of the future .... life .... wads ahead ............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-111693512781192546?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/111693512781192546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=111693512781192546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/111693512781192546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/111693512781192546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-last-week.html' title='one last week'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-111659253028957842</id><published>2005-05-20T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T05:35:30.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars Episode III</title><content type='html'>watched star wars ep 3, great movie juz kind of touching for me ... i mean anakin's juz following his heart and trying to save the person he love and also a turn off cos we already noe the outcome cos wif only an arm and his body n his head n his dick and volcano burning him , who would expect anakin to survive man even obi wan didnt finish him off cos he got no more limbs left and hes being burnt but waddaya noe poke a few robot legs n an arm, a mask to cover his freaking ugly face, and some respiratory system so that he can breath in clean fresh air poor anakin becomes darth vader at the expense of his love one, his wife dying at child labour.&lt;br /&gt;they say sith is evil jedi is good but theres not much difference, sith follow their heart and feelings, their emotion is their power but jedi is selfless, thinking of others only and following orders so u decide who would u be a sith or a jedi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-111659253028957842?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/111659253028957842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=111659253028957842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/111659253028957842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/111659253028957842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2005/05/star-wars-episode-iii.html' title='Star Wars Episode III'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-111659209381566918</id><published>2005-05-20T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T05:28:13.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Today the Friday United Football Club had to train at Opera Estate Mini Stadium(some street court beside flower plantations) this is due to our stadium being used by the hockey boys training ... so we make our way there wif high hopes that theres no one there and luck was wif us cos its empty its juz pure playing n reading maxim then more ppl came then some bunch of super enthu guys came they play as if they would lose their life if they were to lose to game i mean the damn enthu face but we own them wif our composure a few times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets talk business whos the boy wif the beckham hair? me ? faris ? or another guy?&lt;br /&gt;some gal in the bus said 'hey you wif the beckham hair'&lt;br /&gt;so which one 0.0 my hair was like the current beckham spiky spiky front fringe pushed to side ... faris was beckhams old school hair the centre parting then some guy in front of him is some 'trying to mohawk' . so the gal tt so called like this beckham hair walk past us n stomp the bus in front of us . and fuck! faris say she fierce ask me be careful all cos i taking same second bus as her n we alight on same bus stop from wat i can see shes juz a very decent person which faris fears ... well he fears everything fucking fag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-111659209381566918?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/111659209381566918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=111659209381566918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/111659209381566918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/111659209381566918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2005/05/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-111633709330506002</id><published>2005-05-17T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T06:38:13.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol</title><content type='html'>lol just got a phone call from the vjc band teacher at first she said hello may i speak to mr sani, not knowing who that was i gave to my dad ... and lol she said to my dad, you are an outstanding trumpet player from what i have heard and we want you in the vjc band .... my dad was like 0.0 then he passed the phone to me cos he doesnt know who the hell plays a trumpet so he just guessed it was me &lt;br /&gt;then the teacher apologised and said she didnt know its the front name not my fathers name -.- so she hears bout me, iman outstanding lol .... she told me bout the auditions all but lol .... im not ready sia need to start practising again gain back form make it 9-10-9-9 around that form then can excel in auditions need to be in full fitness, ya noe the usual thangs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-111633709330506002?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/111633709330506002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=111633709330506002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/111633709330506002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/111633709330506002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2005/05/lol.html' title='Lol'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-111632613537349352</id><published>2005-05-17T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T04:32:30.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Again</title><content type='html'>finished my long overdue art work today kinda happy no paint spilled on me or wad ... maybe im no longer cursed cos so far whenever i eat ice cream those shits gonna spill on my shirt, even when i drink coloured drinks damn those shit would be all over me maybe they juz love me .... but sumtimes im so hot that even chemical precipitates spill on me and they simply wont go even when i wash it millions of times damn chemicals ... oh yeah today got back the MT mock paper which i thought was gonna fail but got a b3 fucking b3 forever n ever its like 2 marks from a2 sumtimes 3 but cant seem to pass the barrier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny = Mass/Volume&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;          so if you are 50kg, swimming in the open sea, 9130949189488198481029 cm cube, you are destined to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bagai rimba cinta yang berbunga disirami sungai kesaktian, kehadiranmu ku nantikan&lt;br /&gt; Aku tenggelam di dalam syahdu bisa rindumu belum puas ku menyentuh hatimu"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-111632613537349352?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-111624383086352010</id><published>2005-05-16T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T04:43:50.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>June Holidays coming soon, for me its last chance of Mugging im gonna be in school most of the time studying wif buddies gotta finish my art work too ...&lt;br /&gt;June also means auditions for VJC red carpet so far i havent heard from any giant competitor, maybe they fear ME , maybe ...&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah all those bastards that always whack us red carpets cos u all are jealous fuck you all huahuahauhuhhaauhahauah nah dont feel bad guys its just a piece of paper ... a paper that shows im better than you all asses take that!(this is for pure entertainment and fun revenge in school is unappropriate and not encouraged)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-111624383086352010?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/111624383086352010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=111624383086352010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/111624383086352010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/111624383086352010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2005/05/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-111624344776095696</id><published>2005-05-16T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T04:37:27.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GUess Im BaCK</title><content type='html'>hello there buddies &lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;im back&lt;br /&gt;can't stand all my fans beggin me ... love them though &lt;br /&gt;i mean they were like on their knees man what can i do ...&lt;br /&gt;yeah and this time im back not cos my life is miserable or wad ... my life rocks man now that im a pure geek wohoooo study and study and study and play the NE Quiz Game im good at it cos i play it always im so good at it now ... did you noe that we are a REPUblIC?!??!?!?! i bet u didnt so what are you waiting for? go get the NE Quiz Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah now im into malay songs really really malay love songs cos i think they improve my language so if u got some gimme some pls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-111624344776095696?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/111624344776095696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=111624344776095696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/111624344776095696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/111624344776095696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2005/05/guess-im-back.html' title='GUess Im BaCK'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-109871159215033386</id><published>2004-10-25T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T06:39:52.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Niece</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.vs.moe.edu.sg/mnimanms/img_0454.gif"&gt;http://home.vs.moe.edu.sg/mnimanms/img_0454.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-109871159215033386?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/109871159215033386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=109871159215033386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/109871159215033386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/109871159215033386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-niece.html' title='My Niece'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-109871135853867781</id><published>2004-10-25T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T06:35:58.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my niece</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.vs.moe.edu.sg/mnimanms/img_0454.gif" /&gt;http://home.vs.moe.edu.sg/mnimanms/img_0454.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-109871135853867781?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/109871135853867781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=109871135853867781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/109871135853867781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/109871135853867781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-is-my-niece.html' title='This is my niece'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-109627824935689860</id><published>2004-09-27T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T02:44:09.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://home.vs.moe.edu.sg/mnimanms/face.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-109627824935689860?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/109627824935689860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=109627824935689860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/109627824935689860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/109627824935689860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2004/09/smile-forever.html' title='Smile Forever'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-109626959420737773</id><published>2004-09-27T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T00:19:54.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Class</title><content type='html'>Now having art class -.-''&lt;br /&gt;suppose to design blog&lt;br /&gt;i pon 2 weeks liao out of 3 weeks&lt;br /&gt;today last day to at least dun get 0% attendance ;p&lt;br /&gt;1 week before exams , im not so worried but juz wanna get it over n achieve my target&lt;br /&gt;then focus on band and fun =)&lt;br /&gt;the cca suspension not doin me any good neither to any of us&lt;br /&gt;losing touch with our instruments&lt;br /&gt;but i feel the addiction to the trumpet&lt;br /&gt;waiting for these few weeks to simply pass by&lt;br /&gt;n me smiling all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ong talking bout some performance art&lt;br /&gt;he scolding everyone except me =)&lt;br /&gt;hiding behind&lt;br /&gt;bloggin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate beautiful paintings that look good with harmony of colours and balance of composition .."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must be prepared to respond quickly to situtations"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-109626959420737773?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/109626959420737773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=109626959420737773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/109626959420737773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/109626959420737773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2004/09/art-class.html' title='Art Class'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-109626898370824019</id><published>2004-09-27T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T00:09:43.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return</title><content type='html'>Yo im back ... cos my lifes miserable again so i feel happy to share my sad life =)&lt;br /&gt;To all whos been to recital , thanks for ur support&lt;br /&gt;i got fans =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now exams coming a lot of studying and also playing ;p&lt;br /&gt;im not sure why but i like to type these stuff =) =( -.- ^.-&lt;br /&gt;alot of expressive stuff =)&lt;br /&gt;^.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-109626898370824019?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/109626898370824019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=109626898370824019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/109626898370824019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/109626898370824019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2004/09/return.html' title='Return'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-108851962472257707</id><published>2004-06-29T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T07:33:44.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>tired exhausted jaded dying&lt;br /&gt;these are the words my mind has been telling me&lt;br /&gt;i slept for 12 hours after the first day of school&lt;br /&gt;and im so tired now too ... Zzz Zzz Zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote Of The Day&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity Kills The Cat, Confidence Kills The Boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-108851962472257707?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/108851962472257707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=108851962472257707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/108851962472257707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/108851962472257707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2004/06/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-108753541713296583</id><published>2004-06-17T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T22:10:17.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SigH</title><content type='html'>Im back ... rached Singapore 2 am on friday ... stepped outside and YUCK so warm ... and then i start to sweat for the first time in 9 days ... damn ... bought stuff and had 30 auzzie cents left really had lots of fun met nice ppl especially this trumpeter ... super nice super chio ... suppose to take pic wif her but i had to go cos the bus arrived n i needed to do my IQM job ... sigh ...&lt;br /&gt;had farmstay ... did activities and i managed to ride a horse without killing it ... and one funny thing happen i was feeding the chickens and i chased one of them ... ran n ran without looking i hit the roof of the chicken shed ... and i fell with super impact ... quite painful but it was funny laugh n laugh ... then i open my bandana blood rush down ... nv bled so much before my head was bleeding like free ... the right side of my face was covered with blood i was still laughing though wif the rest then slowly stand up go medic ... no panic ... but until now the wound have yet to fully heal ... so it kinda hurts ... Stoopid chicken ... then went to movie world took all rides except for lethal weapon cos i cant have blood rushing to my head or it would bleed again ... really funnnnnnnnn took some rides 4 times in a row especially the looney tunes coaster  cos its super fast ... bought some stuff there ... then on the last day we went to dream world .... tower of terror ... giant drop ... shit stuff i didnt ride these stuff cos its freaky raise u to 38 storeys and drop u in 4 secs ... shit took the rest though cos fahan persuaded me to ride the Cyclone then happy muz walk up around 6 storeys high to take the coaster then to coaster go up higher super high ... humans were like ants ... then one super steep and super fast way down ... it was like the wind was blowing my head off ... then got loops sumore but overall was superb... feel like living in australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice: Dont chase chickens &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-108676048509746408</id><published>2004-06-08T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T22:54:45.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its About Time</title><content type='html'>In 3 hours time i will be reporting to the airport time flies past very fast in the band, maybe because im enjoying it so much, every second, every bit, every drop of sweat while doin push ups, every little notes that came out, its was all worth it with 32 great pals we lead the band together it was such a great feeling &lt;br /&gt;now we unite once again to run the brisbane trip successfully no worries though cause everyone knows that we are capable of such task &lt;br /&gt;See ya in 9days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-108676048509746408?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-108670456797489932</id><published>2004-06-08T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T07:22:47.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>The trip is tomorrow .. whek excited super duper excited tommorow im going to report at the airport at around 5.45 the other quatermaster in school ... how will i look wif my new luggage ... my funny black pants that looks like bell bottom ... some light shirt n 2 bags n suprisingly ... my family ... yeah touched my heart man my family which im never happy about is coming along n my pesky cousins too ... lets hope i wont get embarrased &lt;br /&gt;yeah room leader for all 3 night stays room mates are overall ok&lt;br /&gt;but crap ... have to wake up early ... have to report all those stuff ... wah .... but one gd thing is that im in coach B all the way .... lol coach B got me,hamzah,fuad,umar,iqbal,madir,hafiz,l e super jokers in there i think the tour guide will quit leh ....&lt;br /&gt;yup first 4 days is gonna be tiring work work n more work .. then the last 4 happiness n happiness and more happiness and shit sia chye guan not in coach B if not another belly that can joke like shit ... [22 hours to Brisbane]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off Dudes&lt;br /&gt;I ll Be Back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-108670456797489932?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/108670456797489932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=108670456797489932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/108670456797489932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/108670456797489932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2004/06/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-108662170960773535</id><published>2004-06-07T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T08:21:49.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moment</title><content type='html'>The moment i have been waiting for has is juz hours away ... for four years...&lt;br /&gt;dreaming about this moment the trip to brisbane spending time with my friends this moment shall be remembered till the end of our lives&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy but with a mixture of sad ... its our last activity together ... i sure am gonna miss each and everyone of them&lt;br /&gt;what makes it sad is that im not too rich to afford a camera so its only my memory that can remind me of this ... if i lose my memory ... my life would be worthless .... forgetting all my pals&lt;br /&gt;... anything but that ...&lt;br /&gt;i had to re-pack cos im using another bag .. a bigger one that is&lt;br /&gt;its cool with some code number .. kinda stupid as if anyone would wanna steal my stuff and even if they wanted , who would be so smart to crack the code ... juz use a freaking hammer n scissor to cut thru [duh] ... stupid worthless inventions that suck money out of poor people like me &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-108662170960773535?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/108662170960773535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=108662170960773535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/108662170960773535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/108662170960773535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2004/06/moment.html' title='The Moment'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-108660820732995072</id><published>2004-06-07T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T04:36:47.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of The Week</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 6 dunno why my stupid body does stuff that i dont understand, when im suppose to wake up i ll be so sleepy when i got time to sleep i will feel alert ... went to school around 9.45&lt;br /&gt;and straight away grab my trumpet ... then i blew my first note ... shit sumthing is wrong, continue on shit i cant get the top c with ease ... then shit!!! my first love solo sounds so broken up ... feeling scared ... i went to one corner and slack with justin tok cock tok cok then decide to go down canteen n slack ... i ate some stuff ... sat on bird shit ... then i went up n try again ...whek sounds better so all i need is to let my lips stretch after practicing persis n some grand march we decide to go parkway to eat ... but then we went there to shop n the shopping was like 3 long enjoyable hours ... all justins fault we walk n walk tryin to find his size then found liao, cost 90 bux for a stupid long sleeve shirt .. then i bought a new handphone pouch and the old one use to put mouthpiece some budget shit sia&lt;br /&gt;then after the long day came back to school play some final stuff before putting my tpt away ... wat a fun day ... visar n fahan left me again so go back wif ong alone ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-108660820732995072?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/108660820732995072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=108660820732995072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/108660820732995072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/108660820732995072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2004/06/first-day-of-week.html' title='First Day Of The Week'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-108651819974569499</id><published>2004-06-06T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T03:36:39.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Sundays are so boring especially in the afternoons, the mornings are great with cArtooNs and stuff. The noon is like a curse everyone in my family would be sleeping and i would be here staring at the computer ... Im just too lonely &lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow im going to school to do some practice before packing everything for the trip ... im just too bored at home that i love to go to school and spend my holidays there ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-108651819974569499?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/108651819974569499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=108651819974569499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/108651819974569499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/108651819974569499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2004/06/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-108651451678954009</id><published>2004-06-06T02:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T03:42:37.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy</title><content type='html'>There was once a little boy&lt;br /&gt;Wandering aimlessly&lt;br /&gt;And a heart which is so empty&lt;br /&gt;Hes got money&lt;br /&gt;And a loving family&lt;br /&gt;But all he wants is to be free&lt;br /&gt;He wants to live his own life&lt;br /&gt;One that he has a part to play&lt;br /&gt;He can do anything with ease&lt;br /&gt;He would be bailed &lt;br /&gt;Even if he went on a killing spree&lt;br /&gt;So the story continues&lt;br /&gt;On this little boy&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to be free&lt;br /&gt;Well ...&lt;br /&gt;Hes Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-108651451678954009?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/108651451678954009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=108651451678954009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/108651451678954009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/108651451678954009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2004/06/boy.html' title='Boy'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-108644828192574069</id><published>2004-06-05T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T08:11:21.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Diary</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr Diary&lt;br /&gt;Why do i feel funny&lt;br /&gt;Is it because i got no money&lt;br /&gt;Or because i am too hungry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-108644828192574069?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/108644828192574069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=108644828192574069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/108644828192574069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/108644828192574069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2004/06/mr-diary.html' title='Mr Diary'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-108643435702091253</id><published>2004-06-05T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T04:19:17.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BoReD</title><content type='html'>A smiling face&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Scars deep inside&lt;br /&gt;That might never heal&lt;br /&gt;Chances and opportunities&lt;br /&gt;That might never come again&lt;br /&gt;I question myself&lt;br /&gt;If i am sure&lt;br /&gt;Of the path i choose to take&lt;br /&gt;With many others open to me&lt;br /&gt;Which i could easily stroll in&lt;br /&gt;And not struggle just to get walk on it&lt;br /&gt;Am i too weak&lt;br /&gt;Am i too lonely&lt;br /&gt;Or am i just bored&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the faces should go away&lt;br /&gt;Like a mask broken into a million pieces&lt;br /&gt;Never to come back&lt;br /&gt;And thus i am able to show to the world&lt;br /&gt;The real me&lt;br /&gt;The person behind the mask&lt;br /&gt;The hero covered in dust&lt;br /&gt;The player whos never last&lt;br /&gt;The most important cast&lt;br /&gt;But i fear for the worst&lt;br /&gt;The real me is simply too weak&lt;br /&gt;To take on anything&lt;br /&gt;So weak that i would cry on spilled milk&lt;br /&gt;All these happened in a flash&lt;br /&gt;A moment i was a weakling&lt;br /&gt;Next im am worshipped&lt;br /&gt;Who am i&lt;br /&gt;The question is familiar to my heart&lt;br /&gt;But it just wont answer&lt;br /&gt;I want to know why&lt;br /&gt;Or i could cry&lt;br /&gt;I hope all this is not a big lie&lt;br /&gt;And for now i say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments: I was BoReD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-108643435702091253?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/108643435702091253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=108643435702091253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/108643435702091253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/108643435702091253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2004/06/bored.html' title='BoReD'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-108643351599691076</id><published>2004-06-05T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T04:05:15.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Job</title><content type='html'>Todays band practice was 'WOW' unbelievable we sounded good so suddenly. The reason i think is due to everyone giving their best especially the sec 4s who are retiring soon. Symphonic Overture was superb i guessed my efforts in sectionals paid off but not only credit to us but everyone. A matter of days before we step into foreign land n perform ... 4 days to be exact. Im ready to take off with confidence cos im ConFideNt although worried bout the people im gonna meet .. wat if all are freaking pros what should i do?? run?? cry?? act pro?? or be myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition of ConFideNt: A State Of Mind Every VSCB Member Must Be In Upon Arrival In Brisbane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-108643351599691076?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/108643351599691076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=108643351599691076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/108643351599691076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/108643351599691076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2004/06/good-job.html' title='Good Job'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-108635531700429748</id><published>2004-06-04T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T06:21:57.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cant Wait</title><content type='html'>Its a few more days to brisbane trip, months of effort put in for the trip. Juz came back from school for sectionals, danny was sick so i took the sectionals. Im proud of my juniors to see them improve so much but the sec 2s ... disappointing. For now i would say that the section is runned by 6 ppl, the 6 players and 5 others who are not contributing to anything except noise. And i juz realised how tiring it is to conduct for only 2 hours ... how do conductors live man...&lt;br /&gt;Im juz too tired physically but mentally i wanna PraCtiCe! not sure why, its juz the burning desire inside&lt;br /&gt;I also saw the windbreaker we are gonna wear for the trip and damn it was UgLy ... looks like crap but no choice its a form of identification and makes some of us looks more stupid ....&lt;br /&gt;I also gotta account for 85 instruments, my geeky luggage n juniors n MYselF with the stupid windbreaker things are gonna be tough...&lt;br /&gt;n to make matters worse my sis is gonna give birth on the day im goin to brisbane ... my niece is gonna be uncle-less ... hope that doesnt happen ... i hope many things wont happen&lt;br /&gt;so im not asking for stuff, juz asking for stuff to not happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote Of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;the fallen do not always finish last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-108635531700429748?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/108635531700429748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=108635531700429748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/108635531700429748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/108635531700429748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-cant-wait.html' title='I Cant Wait'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7197327.post-108631979863097595</id><published>2004-06-03T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T20:29:58.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Time</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was damn hard for me to handle , 'rejected' but gotta look on the bright side , wait a minute theres no bright side... sob sob, this will go away in a matter of days cos im used to rejections.Im happy i gave it all i got it was good but when its good, there is always a better somewhere and best will soon come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Look upon the sky,&lt;br /&gt;         The moon smiles at me,&lt;br /&gt;         I hope i can fly,&lt;br /&gt;         But i cant escape from this cage,&lt;br /&gt;         Im not a bird,&lt;br /&gt;         Nor an aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;         Im a human,&lt;br /&gt;         In a cage of feelings,&lt;br /&gt;         Trapping me and hurting me,&lt;br /&gt;         Deep inside&lt;br /&gt;         Whenever I&lt;br /&gt;         Look upon the sky&lt;br /&gt;         It reminds me of who i am&lt;br /&gt;         The little kid that they once call,&lt;br /&gt;         Useless bum&lt;br /&gt;         Now i proved to them,&lt;br /&gt;         I aint useless&lt;br /&gt;         Im so high up there&lt;br /&gt;         Feeling proud of myself&lt;br /&gt;         As I Look Upon The Sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7197327-108631979863097595?l=imanovich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/feeds/108631979863097595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7197327&amp;postID=108631979863097595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/108631979863097595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7197327/posts/default/108631979863097595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imanovich.blogspot.com/2004/06/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon A Time'/><author><name>imanovich</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12158480722145985638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
