<?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-1161876580487664657</id><updated>2012-01-28T01:25:25.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mantra</title><subtitle type='html'>Indonesiano</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</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>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-3994408831537469575</id><published>2008-12-29T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:22:12.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bell End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SVmGx88oo2I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/k10VwroreV4/s1600-h/artsy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285403830428148578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 256px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SVmGx88oo2I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/k10VwroreV4/s320/artsy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi, I did not make this picture, as in take a photo of it and edit it in photoshop or whatsoever. But for the sake of whatnot, I am a very artsy Gitsy person. I adore arts, so althought I lack that skill and talent of picture taking and everything else that is related to art, I would like to show that I love art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this picture and tell me how this can be not Art. It's a robot with a weird legging with realy short arms and eyes that says 71 and 63. How nice it is for it to decorate my blog, because certainly I believe that my blog does not portray what I would really exactly like for it to&lt;br /&gt;portray. However by uploading this graphic to my blog, I certainly have achieved my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to write about new year, yeah new year. How arrogant is that writing about new year. It's like writing about tomorrow, except it involves less timing period like days and all that. Well yeah my Christmas is fucked, I found out that Santa is not real, I mean all those years of believing someone with a big fat belly joyfully Ho Ho Hoing at the chimney. Who the fuck laughs "Ho Ho Ho"? Shitey Bitey Cunt that bloke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often take picture of meself in a weird angle and random background with a really Londonlike clothing. So I can show to people that I have good sense of fashion yeah? and I am very Avant Garde or sort of like yeah? That I still respect the current situation and tend to create something different that will mirror my made beliefe political belief and view of religion that will at last in the eventuality to dispise the grotesque practice of the government that does not concern me at all yeah? And I plan to put yeah in every end of my sentence yeah? It sounds Bri'ish yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fuck off 2008 !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Your MOM!!!&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/1161876580487664657-3994408831537469575?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/3994408831537469575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=3994408831537469575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/3994408831537469575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/3994408831537469575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2008/12/bell-end.html' title='Bell End'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SVmGx88oo2I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/k10VwroreV4/s72-c/artsy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-1256689677499971913</id><published>2008-12-22T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T23:22:59.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoo Whoo Whoo Whoop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well if you been hearing that I am not taking internship, the semester where we actually pay to work instead of the other way around then you are wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282872681204998466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SVCItrTW4UI/AAAAAAAAAv4/kfr8nrOgfhU/s320/8334.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My awasomelocious office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where this is my workspace, I am in charge of writing copyright for advertisements (duh, rolling eye) yeah I am a PR students, but I am a piece of gold everywhere I go. I forgot, did you read the newspaper today? Pick any newspaper, I wrote all the articles, printed it and delivered it to your mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282874459300511826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SVCKVLOXQFI/AAAAAAAAAwA/fEa_eq0INuQ/s320/secretary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meoww, you've got mail master&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is my Personal Assistant, she assist me in job that requires, hand and blow. Somtimes she makes me coffee, black and thick. She a Harvard Graduate and she crawling to give me a mail. Told you mang, don't matter where you go for college, it's what's inside your head counts. Her name is Nancy by the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is for today, I can't tell you all, you prolly will be jealous and kill yourself. Can't have that shit in my life, told you mang no wife and kids, but you did not listen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&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/1161876580487664657-1256689677499971913?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/1256689677499971913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=1256689677499971913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/1256689677499971913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/1256689677499971913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2008/12/whoo-whoo-whoo-whoop.html' title='Whoo Whoo Whoo Whoop'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SVCItrTW4UI/AAAAAAAAAv4/kfr8nrOgfhU/s72-c/8334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-6854746702330582287</id><published>2008-11-12T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:46:35.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes We Can!</title><content type='html'>These are what Indonesian kids said about Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HCBF0iIpdEw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HCBF0iIpdEw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-6854746702330582287?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/6854746702330582287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=6854746702330582287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/6854746702330582287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/6854746702330582287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-we-can.html' title='Yes We Can!'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</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-1161876580487664657.post-5560279937083812030</id><published>2008-09-04T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:30:21.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby You Can('t) Drive My Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SL_Jvr_uW1I/AAAAAAAAAhY/Eb6JFrpanL4/s1600-h/IMG_1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SL_Jvr_uW1I/AAAAAAAAAhY/Eb6JFrpanL4/s320/IMG_1438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242130312383585106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The bonus stage of Street Figther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SL_JvwaCpmI/AAAAAAAAAhg/kdhBcyAXCw4/s1600-h/IMG_1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SL_JvwaCpmI/AAAAAAAAAhg/kdhBcyAXCw4/s320/IMG_1445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242130313567708770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was on the left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SL_JwFgRLZI/AAAAAAAAAho/cDWW3Lv00Jw/s1600-h/IMG_1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SL_JwFgRLZI/AAAAAAAAAho/cDWW3Lv00Jw/s320/IMG_1443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242130319230971282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Badabeep Badaboop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SL_JwdZrM0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/U7UPDozTlHI/s1600-h/IMG_1448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SL_JwdZrM0I/AAAAAAAAAhw/U7UPDozTlHI/s320/IMG_1448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242130325645767490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First Impact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SL_JwllCU3I/AAAAAAAAAh4/qt--AbA3ubI/s1600-h/IMG_1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SL_JwllCU3I/AAAAAAAAAh4/qt--AbA3ubI/s320/IMG_1437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242130327840904050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is, I was sleeping on the right side of the back seat and when I opened my eyes, car had  already turned out of control. It span like a snake for couple of times and badabeep badaboop badabeep hit my head to the windows, pulled my neck muscle and I was fucking lucky to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SMALQhgd-4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/L1ORHpvy74Y/s1600-h/IMG_1459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SMALQhgd-4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/L1ORHpvy74Y/s320/IMG_1459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242202344759622530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Thanks to Afiq's dad and Afiq for helpins us out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-5560279937083812030?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/5560279937083812030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=5560279937083812030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/5560279937083812030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/5560279937083812030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-you-cant-drive-my-car.html' title='Baby You Can(&apos;t) Drive My Car'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SL_Jvr_uW1I/AAAAAAAAAhY/Eb6JFrpanL4/s72-c/IMG_1438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-356763695220000235</id><published>2008-08-21T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T01:04:28.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gutten Lachen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wishing everyone a very good luck for the upcoming project. A Gift You Can Afford Eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236878317564782674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SK0hFWpk6FI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/_HOTjmjs9n8/s320/We_Are_Atlas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Was messing around with my really amateur photoshop skill...This one is called "What Atlas Should Be", of course this is just for fun, because it is....&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/1161876580487664657-356763695220000235?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/356763695220000235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=356763695220000235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/356763695220000235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/356763695220000235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2008/08/gutten-lachen.html' title='Gutten Lachen'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SK0hFWpk6FI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/_HOTjmjs9n8/s72-c/We_Are_Atlas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-8901460781904344135</id><published>2008-08-17T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:33:40.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabai Sabai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmEj25B7MI/AAAAAAAAAgA/S6eUhwZYVNk/s1600-h/IMG_1290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235861793359916226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmEj25B7MI/AAAAAAAAAgA/S6eUhwZYVNk/s320/IMG_1290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;That's me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKjuNyR7N-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/HM8QgFKpNd8/s1600-h/capthre5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235696487420868578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKjuNyR7N-I/AAAAAAAAAfo/HM8QgFKpNd8/s320/capthre5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Theatre back in those days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKhwBWFisnI/AAAAAAAAAd4/sEfrx84gJfg/s1600-h/Ballsonwater.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235557735229207154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKhwBWFisnI/AAAAAAAAAd4/sEfrx84gJfg/s320/Ballsonwater.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Balloons or Balls On Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKhwBkTgVTI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Kbqnu0_57TU/s1600-h/Buildings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235557739045868850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKhwBkTgVTI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Kbqnu0_57TU/s320/Buildings.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;This is where I thought my bro works at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKhwCEOSD1I/AAAAAAAAAeI/To9CIoqpJqo/s1600-h/Capitoll.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235557747613896530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKhwCEOSD1I/AAAAAAAAAeI/To9CIoqpJqo/s320/Capitoll.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Old buildings are cool....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKhwCTxdcrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4TaI3iaBpoI/s1600-h/IMG_1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235557751787975346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKhwCTxdcrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4TaI3iaBpoI/s320/IMG_1251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;This is to show that I can use a camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;So I am back in Singapore, so what? It's not that you've been there,you are so god damn poor that you can't even afford the RM 32 bus fare. Anyway, my trip this time was another quest, but without King James the whatever number I put on my blog last time and The Noble Shakamonah of the Great Port DICKson shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Before&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;That Subject That Involves Numbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom wanted me to go to do this yearly medical check up I usually do in Singapore so she booked the flight to KL then off we go to Singapore....simple huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;That Subject That Involves Numbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Me and me Dad arrived fist at Malaysia, when he got into my room he saw my Chivas and Marlboro butts lying all over the place. Well he knows I smoke and must be really tired of advising me not to, so he decided to just say "Well look at that!!!! (you son of your mom!)" . The next day my Mom arrived and we bought the bus ticket to Singapore, this time nothing happened at the immigration check point. No smuggling Cigarettes or wha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;tsoeverl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;y or notwhat or issit whatnot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKjuOPX5UZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/0MvfHM85xZ4/s1600-h/daddy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235696495230538130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKjuOPX5UZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/0MvfHM85xZ4/s320/daddy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheeky Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'll just skip the boring part where I went to the hospital because me doctor is kinda old now and it's amazing how he still remember me. Well I however happened to help him a lot writing his research about some disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKiAqktWqpI/AAAAAAAAAfg/9LKlDIMQLlk/s1600-h/FOOD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235576035714968210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKiAqktWqpI/AAAAAAAAAfg/9LKlDIMQLlk/s320/FOOD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Food Thai Style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKhy29DAglI/AAAAAAAAAeg/H13GrPb2I5A/s1600-h/IMG_1250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235560855243883090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKhy29DAglI/AAAAAAAAAeg/H13GrPb2I5A/s320/IMG_1250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Lunch time without me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKhy23Qsy6I/AAAAAAAAAeo/nT5gjk4pTGc/s1600-h/Momdad6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235560853690698658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKhy23Qsy6I/AAAAAAAAAeo/nT5gjk4pTGc/s320/Momdad6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mom and Dad and the buildings he built&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKhyFiCJX5I/AAAAAAAAAeY/DhUeKmaKQ-0/s1600-h/momdad3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235560006178922386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKhyFiCJX5I/AAAAAAAAAeY/DhUeKmaKQ-0/s320/momdad3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Dad and Mom at our House Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKh2gAsCdmI/AAAAAAAAAe4/KqlF1_D9CqI/s1600-h/FIsh3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235564859130803810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKh2gAsCdmI/AAAAAAAAAe4/KqlF1_D9CqI/s320/FIsh3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Fish Pond &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;SKIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKhy3Qjz-2I/AAAAAAAAAew/FOINIHMzYXk/s1600-h/IMG_1272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235560860481747810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKhy3Qjz-2I/AAAAAAAAAew/FOINIHMzYXk/s320/IMG_1272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Bro walking back and this was shot from behind!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;After The Gaffers and his Lady left, I spent some days with my bro. He lives in a very small room, prolly 3 times smaller than mine right now and hey it's Singapore! So anyway nothing interesting here beside he lives with a Japanese Brazilian and a Colombians who Tony Montana the political refugee from Cuba hates so much that he decided to let the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; Colombians to cut his friend's arm and now the leg huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;And The Story Goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I left my bro rotten alone in his small room to stay in my best and very old friend's place. I had 4 more days to kill in Singapore and wondered what can I really do in this God forsaken Island? apparently there are a lot of thing to do, that is if you are not really up to shopping. Anyway my friend and I decided to go to Temasek Holdings. We decided to play with the stock market, so we was out there to check out the share at Temasek Holdings, see if things really hold and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmB4ENh3UI/AAAAAAAAAf4/NtHjCvVBjHM/s1600-h/th4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235858841998056770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmB4ENh3UI/AAAAAAAAAf4/NtHjCvVBjHM/s320/th4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The famous Temasek Holdings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Well actually, playing with stock market was not that all boring. It involves two way communication and no singing at all. The night however, we went to Thai Dico....well so is the next two nights. It is located at somewhere at 7th floor.This club closes at 6 am and they don't really have good bands to entertain you, anyway when you are drunk even Panic at The Disco can sound really cool. Anyway smoking in the club is also banned in Singapore, it appears that as the country develop, so is the price of the cigarettes and that adds to the limitation of smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmEj5k928I/AAAAAAAAAgI/l8kGAnt2XN4/s1600-h/maze.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235861794081070018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmEj5k928I/AAAAAAAAAgI/l8kGAnt2XN4/s320/maze.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmElhPAZZI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Tn6I-UUONF0/s1600-h/IMG_1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235861821906249106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmElhPAZZI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Tn6I-UUONF0/s320/IMG_1316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Guys at Thai Disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmElLVXwAI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/VC21iGPbm-E/s1600-h/IMG_1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235861816027365378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmElLVXwAI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/VC21iGPbm-E/s320/IMG_1331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I know the bouncer but he doesn't know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmElfo0zOI/AAAAAAAAAgY/l_-uIIWMah0/s1600-h/IMG_1399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235861821477670114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmElfo0zOI/AAAAAAAAAgY/l_-uIIWMah0/s320/IMG_1399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Anyway, I also met my Medanese friend who is in training for SIA. Me and me friend took her to this cool bar where he made me really drunk and can't stop talking. Anyway he ordered me these cool drinks one called Wizard of Oz and the other one called I am Too Drunk To Even Remember Your Fucking Name. This Guy Gave me instruction on how to drink...Jesus Chryst, a fucking instruction on how to drink???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmLp-LKX-I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Vu6Rvsy2UvY/s1600-h/IMG_1379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235869594975625186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmLp-LKX-I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Vu6Rvsy2UvY/s320/IMG_1379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;She from medan and She not for you Mang! You hear me? She not for you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmICiSMKjI/AAAAAAAAAgo/TKGRfyoWTfY/s1600-h/IMG_1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235865618939128370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmICiSMKjI/AAAAAAAAAgo/TKGRfyoWTfY/s320/IMG_1393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So first of all I am going to Burn this lemon tea, when it drops to that other lemon tea, I am going to turn it upside down after that there's gonna be smoke coming out, now I want you to inhale that smoke three times. After that you drink it, do it like this...put the cup near your mouth and tilt it up....wokeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmIC4KPE9I/AAAAAAAAAgw/Dc0vD-SqTKA/s1600-h/IMG_1386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235865624811344850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmIC4KPE9I/AAAAAAAAAgw/Dc0vD-SqTKA/s320/IMG_1386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pure water, melon syrup and lemon tea will surely get you on the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmIDq4GLFI/AAAAAAAAAhA/tUQiiceDqsY/s1600-h/IMG_1384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235865638425472082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmIDq4GLFI/AAAAAAAAAhA/tUQiiceDqsY/s320/IMG_1384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;This what you see when you high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmIDWDoJcI/AAAAAAAAAg4/MGrCB2pzaJg/s1600-h/IMG_1389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235865632836691394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmIDWDoJcI/AAAAAAAAAg4/MGrCB2pzaJg/s320/IMG_1389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aftermath is, I went back KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-8901460781904344135?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/8901460781904344135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=8901460781904344135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/8901460781904344135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/8901460781904344135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2008/08/sabai-sabai.html' title='Sabai Sabai'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/SKmEj25B7MI/AAAAAAAAAgA/S6eUhwZYVNk/s72-c/IMG_1290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-2212534336926686736</id><published>2008-07-15T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:38:49.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cai Cien Wo Di Ai Ren</title><content type='html'>Say, my Uncle came back from UK and brought me three football jerseys. However knowing that he tought that I am an average stupid medan human being, he bought me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. kirstino ronald namcheester untited original's jersey&lt;br /&gt;2. Portugal jersey&lt;br /&gt;3. England jersey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Ok...England is good, the rest can go to orphanage. Ok my dear uncle, you added me on friendster, obviously you've seen Steven Gerrard's picture on my profile somewhere down there, now why would you buy me a fucking manchester united's shitbag. That is like the biggest insult since my dad bought me a manchester united's short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; I'll be back in like a week, honestly speaking. I don't like living in KL so much, not the fact that I am lonely over there, but rather it's just so fucking boring over there. I had my holiday here, my friends have already work, one of them can buy his own motorcycle and I can't even buy my own Marlboro. Now that is a slap to my right and left cheek, well the left one is not because I am Christian. And hey, I laughed when I watched F*R*I*E*N*D*S, I lost my sense of humour big time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Now all I do there (like most of indonesians) is just pure non-educational, despise the fact that I haven't failed any subjects, nothing to be proud of, but I can see me going down so hard one day.  Now I realized that I have taken the wrong major, not suppose to take mass comm at all (the fact that my parents were really rushing me to go to college and I thought they have broadacasting in taylor's, damn dumb of me eh?), after this I want to take cinematography, but well yeah it's to fucking expensive and I am really sick of studying overseas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Now I am planning to be Mr. Not-so-rich-guy-who-earns-enough-just-to-survive-the-day in medan and gonna be a fucking-cheapskate-low-budget-I-think-I-can-make-a-movie film maker and end up with average looking wife or maybe fat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-2212534336926686736?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/2212534336926686736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=2212534336926686736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/2212534336926686736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/2212534336926686736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2008/07/cai-cien-wo-di-ai-ren.html' title='Cai Cien Wo Di Ai Ren'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</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-1161876580487664657.post-529420908991780725</id><published>2008-07-07T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:59:13.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidae</title><content type='html'>My Dear Loyal Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As you notice, I have not been blogging for quite a while. It's not that I don't want to share anything to you all, it's just that lately my life doesn't evolves around internet anymore or not that you care about what I am doing. I don't live the life of super agent 007 where I drink champagne in Paris and eat caviar in Moscow. &lt;em&gt;Oh-la-la!, &lt;/em&gt;however I do miss my PC back in KL where it provides me with unlimited online porns and I miss wathcing people doing french kiss in youtube. I also miss those two rabbits and a hamster that belongs to my flat mate. I miss my electro guitar, Beth. Not that I am really good in guitar, but simply owning one will add that rock and roll flavor. I miss Ridzuan Condo, where Indonesians speak so loud in their own language to proclaim "I"M NOT INDON!". I miss making fun of Vietnamese and of course I miss smoking and drinking freely. I also miss pretending to be Sabahan and miss speaking in their accent. I miss being the minority-minority (being chinese here is being minority and being chinese Indonesian doubles it). I miss spending money in ringgit and I miss people not calling me to go home because it's 11 o'clock. I miss my John Lennon Sun Glasses, I left it in my drawer and I regret not taking it back with me back home. I miss walking everywhere I need to go and I miss my stolen seat bike. And I kinda miss MaryJane, not that I like her so much, but she makes me high. I miss pretending I care about Malaysian Politics and making fun of their Prime Minister (have I ever?). I miss unlimited 24/7 internet connection. I miss being not so involved in real social life. I miss college....haha.....wait COLLEGE? God Damns the needs of education recognition, I want to live in the mountains, marry to a village girl, have 12 kids, grows vegetables, herd cows and all that, maybe pigs, depends maybe I will be married to a Moslem. Have sex with Mary Jane...in that sense I have to grow those. Grow long beard, walk with staff and build an ark and let people laugh their ass off at me or maybe getting nailed in the cross, Jesus...Noah, what's the difference they are both Jews.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-529420908991780725?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/529420908991780725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=529420908991780725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/529420908991780725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/529420908991780725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2008/07/holidae.html' title='Holidae'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</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-1161876580487664657.post-2510847286831027808</id><published>2008-04-13T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T12:58:30.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Did We Come This Way?</title><content type='html'>After spending time with Youtube instead of CRM, I stumbled upon a video which amazed me (which leads to several others too, including Chow Yun Fat's scene in A Better Tomorrow which has notthing to do with this blog at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n4mLNCyFYcY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n4mLNCyFYcY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yeah that's a band from Hong Kong, I mean really, music scene down in the land beside mother land of the small eyes people were great. But what happened now?,  music has been really downgraded down to here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit more down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that thing coming out from my ass...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-2510847286831027808?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/2510847286831027808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=2510847286831027808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/2510847286831027808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/2510847286831027808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-did-we-come-this-way.html' title='How Did We Come This Way?'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</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-1161876580487664657.post-9026866598586501016</id><published>2008-04-11T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:09:27.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up Lah!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; I have to actually see this to believe it myself, our dear Presidente Of Indonesia scolded  someone who slept during his speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v6mqFdeRibM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v6mqFdeRibM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry la no translation or transcript,  go learn  Bahasa Indonesia BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All I can say is...Fucking 'A'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-9026866598586501016?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/9026866598586501016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=9026866598586501016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/9026866598586501016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/9026866598586501016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2008/04/wake-up-lah.html' title='Wake Up Lah!!'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</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-1161876580487664657.post-526639077042200950</id><published>2008-04-07T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:54:32.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Agam, Where Art Thee?</title><content type='html'>I bet you all have seen the picture of our new glamorous campus which will be finished by 2009. I happened to pass by and was really amazed by the progress they made. I mean these people really put their body and soul for the better future of their students. The new environment will guarantee a better study place. I salute that for once in my life, I have made the right choice for a Education Institution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R_pHf0hUFQI/AAAAAAAAAdo/mhDgCuCrx4Q/s1600-h/Desert_View_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R_pHf0hUFQI/AAAAAAAAAdo/mhDgCuCrx4Q/s320/Desert_View_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186536532870436098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not even a single brick......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Mr.Taylor who owns a college, what the fuck were you thinking you grease ball?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-526639077042200950?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/526639077042200950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=526639077042200950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/526639077042200950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/526639077042200950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-agam-where-art-thee.html' title='Oh Agam, Where Art Thee?'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R_pHf0hUFQI/AAAAAAAAAdo/mhDgCuCrx4Q/s72-c/Desert_View_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-2015381586453220151</id><published>2008-03-03T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:21:55.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; It is a trailer of that super amateur movie we made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxQLmTjYkKw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxQLmTjYkKw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1161876580487664657-2015381586453220151?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/2015381586453220151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=2015381586453220151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/2015381586453220151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/2015381586453220151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2008/03/trailer.html' title='The Trailer'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-4138406275632785918</id><published>2008-02-20T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:54:38.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year For Chinese People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zMDEWEhOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/cuDei3UV3KY/s1600-h/IMG_0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zMDEWEhOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/cuDei3UV3KY/s320/IMG_0315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169230825392473314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year 2008? well celebrating white man's new year is a big deal, it's the fact that every race on earth who is too dumb to create their own calendar celebrates it. As usual then, we have our annual Medan Kauceng (now known as Mahakarya, due to the legality of the name to be registered. No sweat!) Let me say again the MK Annual BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zKK0WEhII/AAAAAAAAAcg/6Wmv7tb3j4Q/s1600-h/IMG_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zKK0WEhII/AAAAAAAAAcg/6Wmv7tb3j4Q/s320/IMG_0309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169228759513203842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Creatures that swim in the sea and has no purpose in life except to be eaten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zLeEWEhLI/AAAAAAAAAc4/zLjuxgdD3gs/s1600-h/IMG_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zLeEWEhLI/AAAAAAAAAc4/zLjuxgdD3gs/s320/IMG_0351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169230189737313458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me, cooking, for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zLdUWEhJI/AAAAAAAAAco/ef-pvTlvaPU/s1600-h/IMG_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zLdUWEhJI/AAAAAAAAAco/ef-pvTlvaPU/s320/IMG_0330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169230176852411538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atlas Music &amp;amp; Entertainment &amp;amp; Ice Cubes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zLeEWEhMI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ELucvbkrmGQ/s1600-h/IMG_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zLeEWEhMI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ELucvbkrmGQ/s320/IMG_0354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169230189737313474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chips or Freedom  Fries, as the  Americans prefer it to be called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zLdkWEhKI/AAAAAAAAAcw/pwC2zBmXWhY/s1600-h/IMG_0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zLdkWEhKI/AAAAAAAAAcw/pwC2zBmXWhY/s320/IMG_0334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169230181147378850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sausages (caption is so  cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zMy0WEhPI/AAAAAAAAAdY/5tgZZquNNj0/s1600-h/IMG_0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zMy0WEhPI/AAAAAAAAAdY/5tgZZquNNj0/s320/IMG_0378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169231645731226866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The creatures sacrificing themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zLeUWEhNI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GQ2fLXfLzmo/s1600-h/IMG_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zLeUWEhNI/AAAAAAAAAdI/GQ2fLXfLzmo/s320/IMG_0373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169230194032280786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MK, the family. Excluding that kid in trumpet and the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Definitely, going back to Indonesia for CNY was really nice. There were supposed to be two of my brothers there and my Dad told me "Just come back, I got this Spanish wine!".  Well, the Spanish wine was there, but not my brothers. However, it was worth it, because a true Chinese must spend time with his family, if he did not, then, he, aint, a, true, Chinese. So me Mom, the usually kind one or too kind in me thinking, invited those who has no family in Medan, couldn't go back to their hometown and just people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zFKUWEhEI/AAAAAAAAAcA/N97lle4aKDA/s1600-h/Flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zFKUWEhEI/AAAAAAAAAcA/N97lle4aKDA/s320/Flowers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169223253365130306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Decoration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zFLkWEhFI/AAAAAAAAAcI/atZ_HEebMWg/s1600-h/Tblee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zFLkWEhFI/AAAAAAAAAcI/atZ_HEebMWg/s320/Tblee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169223274839966802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         The supposedly cool long table like those one in the movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zFLkWEhGI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/7mz2oWDQ9zw/s1600-h/curry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zFLkWEhGI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/7mz2oWDQ9zw/s320/curry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169223274839966818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Japanese Curry alongside things that you boil on steamboat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Well the dinner went well, me had couple of Coronas and couple of wine. Aye aye for Liverpool shuffle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was good yeah....so I had only one week to spend with my Family and Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zIYEWEhHI/AAAAAAAAAcY/onUjAC1yl3c/s1600-h/IMG_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zIYEWEhHI/AAAAAAAAAcY/onUjAC1yl3c/s320/IMG_0420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169226788123214962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This has nothing to do with the alcohol or my sex preference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-4138406275632785918?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/4138406275632785918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=4138406275632785918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/4138406275632785918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/4138406275632785918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-year-for-chinese-people.html' title='The New Year For Chinese People'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R7zMDEWEhOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/cuDei3UV3KY/s72-c/IMG_0315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-2034941529143115355</id><published>2008-01-29T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:54:38.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Deepest Condelence (I think it's the right spelling)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R58Eaa0w_vI/AAAAAAAAAb4/P0X6CyFU5Gs/s1600-h/27SUHARTO_R,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160848549913624306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R58Eaa0w_vI/AAAAAAAAAb4/P0X6CyFU5Gs/s320/27SUHARTO_R,0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After 32 years of your great leadership, I must say that you one of the best president (as in the second one and the fact that you coup the country). You chased out the communist reign of that motherfuckin-small eyes-pork-eating-rice-picker-chopstick-lion-dancing country from our Great Homeland where I shed my blood, Indonesia. You are ze best, where you actually held the dictatorship and had a party that had won every elections since you were elected ze presidentato da Indonesiano. I salute you for putting the nationalism da partriotism into our heart, those chinese can't have name like Tong Sam Chong (which I have hard time to remember). Those chinese are not allowed to speak their own language, no chinese new year and no lion dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; May God have the guts to forgive all your sins, it is indeed very cruel to punish a dead man, your influence of hatred towards the chinese has almost turned into genocide. You have great deeds and the country owe you ( I have handgun pointed to my head) . I would vote for you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am, indeed human being. With your death, some might say that you are to be forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;  FUCK NO!&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/1161876580487664657-2034941529143115355?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/2034941529143115355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=2034941529143115355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/2034941529143115355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/2034941529143115355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-deepest-condelence-i-think-its-right.html' title='My Deepest Condelence (I think it&apos;s the right spelling)'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/R58Eaa0w_vI/AAAAAAAAAb4/P0X6CyFU5Gs/s72-c/27SUHARTO_R,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-3700658208701033629</id><published>2007-12-27T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T02:35:40.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Letter</title><content type='html'>I wrote this letter for Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know I've been a very good boy this year, I brush my teeth everyday and drink my milk. Santa, how are you? Hope you are doing just fine, so I can get my fucking present. I went to church on Christmas eve you know, then there was this choir. For a moment, I heard the most beautiful voice I have ever heard since Janis Joplin died on cancer. She was standing in the second row, I know you know which one, because you are one sick fat pedophile  bastard. She was just 18 and I saw her standing there and the way she look, was way beyond compare. So how could I dance with another Santa? Thank you for wasting your precious time reading my letter instead of banging one of your dwarfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sincerely Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Agam Darmadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Which was return to me by Ga13ri3l d4 AnG3lzzz-R4wkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU FUCKING FAGGOT, YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO SEND THE LETTER BEFORE 24TH AND YOU ARE NOT EVEN A FUCKING CHRISTIAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-3700658208701033629?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/3700658208701033629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=3700658208701033629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/3700658208701033629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/3700658208701033629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-letter.html' title='Christmas Letter'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</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-1161876580487664657.post-2589413309714576925</id><published>2007-11-14T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:54:38.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Brother Where Art Thou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ATTENTION!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rzt0a5aaVrI/AAAAAAAAAbw/MIXYfFRnbDY/s1600-h/anjen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rzt0a5aaVrI/AAAAAAAAAbw/MIXYfFRnbDY/s320/anjen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132824205755831986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That girl in the left is hot, but you are not ALLOWED to date her, since your brother liked her first. You are NOT allowed to date the girl on the right too, since your brother also happened to like her (but you never really like her as in like her anyway). You SHOULD date your own cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can play tennis better than your brother, so what you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Learn how to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they dig singer. Enrique is prolly on the way. Anyway keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Learn how to "sing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you really need to,  if you are a feeling really hopeless. All those conversation you have with your brother before bed, he never reached his puberty until he was 20, his sexual fantasies...ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Get some friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also buy some friends from Tesco, who cares about the prophets. Be sure when you buy your friends tho, check the expiry date and don't even bother to check where they made it, they all Made in China. Treat them really nice, no matter how prick they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Buy a knife or a lipstick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ain't no Jesus....knife will do fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Be an asshole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously dude? you go to church every Sunday? you say your prayer before you sleep? you help the old lady cross the street? Who gives a fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Be close to Mrs. Ex-Pitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is your brother first sexual fantasy, but she is too barbaric, anyway....just for hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Time Machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Use it, go back before your brother claim it and voila! it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Get a cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brother is 7 steps ahead of you, too bad son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s Only works if your are still in high school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-2589413309714576925?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/2589413309714576925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=2589413309714576925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/2589413309714576925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/2589413309714576925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/11/that-girl-in-left-is-hot-but-you-are.html' title='Oh Brother Where Art Thou?'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rzt0a5aaVrI/AAAAAAAAAbw/MIXYfFRnbDY/s72-c/anjen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-4109057862747231986</id><published>2007-09-30T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:54:40.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlas Behind The Scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ATLAS MUSIC &amp;amp; ENTERTAINMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RwBFWHaIm9I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/KgViDtr0gTM/s1600-h/IMG_0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116165422940986322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RwBFWHaIm9I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/KgViDtr0gTM/s320/IMG_0437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shannon, Zamir and I were out for our ICC TV advertisement the other day. Even though it was drizzling, but we managed to nick it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116170259074161714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RwBJvnaInDI/AAAAAAAAAbA/pOAiwMVcAY0/s320/IMG_0442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;    Adidas commercial &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;                           &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116170263369129026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RwBJv3aInEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ryOI26ZagLk/s320/IMG_0448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;    Pre-production with Atlas Crew and Euan's Apple&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116170276254030930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RwBJwnaInFI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/kuRn-ZfNT6M/s320/IMG_0470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Crazy Eccentric Shannon Sanders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116170280548998242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RwBJw3aInGI/AAAAAAAAAbY/kuzhNRo4PDI/s320/IMG_0482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The interview that will never be released due to the nature of its content and all that might mock Christianity, any other form of religion and politics and of course MTV.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were suppose to do our third advertisement, but guess what? fucking lift is being used all the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-4109057862747231986?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/4109057862747231986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=4109057862747231986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/4109057862747231986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/4109057862747231986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/09/atlas-behind-scene.html' title='Atlas Behind The Scene'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RwBFWHaIm9I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/KgViDtr0gTM/s72-c/IMG_0437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-9079911720707639350</id><published>2007-09-11T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T10:13:48.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to say I am sorry and I know you will not read this. All those good times with you, I took it for granted. You have always been good to me, I mean yes you really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You said you forgive me, but that is not enough for me. I treated you so bad and I hurt you so much, but you say you forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Even my Dad told me that you are the one for me, but I was so stupid not to listen to him. Even my Mom treats you so nice, but I was so stupid. I am the biggest jerk in the world, I think that you feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just want to say that you are the best, you are my Grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-9079911720707639350?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/9079911720707639350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=9079911720707639350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/9079911720707639350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/9079911720707639350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-want-to-say-i-am-sorry-and-i-know-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</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-1161876580487664657.post-6325633426054662258</id><published>2007-08-16T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:54:41.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka Beta 1.5 (due to the pressure from the Gaffer)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RsU2itECn2I/AAAAAAAAAaI/9Z6OJgGs8R4/s1600-h/AMI+Lombok+Ombak+Putih+sailing+ship+in+Labuhan+Kayangan+harbour+indonesian+flag+3008x2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099542122906951522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RsU2itECn2I/AAAAAAAAAaI/9Z6OJgGs8R4/s320/AMI+Lombok+Ombak+Putih+sailing+ship+in+Labuhan+Kayangan+harbour+indonesian+flag+3008x2000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RsUzQNECnzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/pqyAdREz3qQ/s1600-h/sukarno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099538506544488242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RsUzQNECnzI/AAAAAAAAAZw/pqyAdREz3qQ/s320/sukarno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;First ever president&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia tanah airku, tanah tumpah darahku. Land of multiple races, Indonesian and Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RsU06dECn0I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/UJS3kc58AUs/s1600-h/soekarno-mao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099540331905589058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RsU06dECn0I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/UJS3kc58AUs/s320/soekarno-mao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am a communist, thank "god" you din turn left wing. Because we Chinese will work harder and earn the same amount of money with those non-yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RsU1pdECn1I/AAAAAAAAAaA/S0EZ37-V_Vg/s1600-h/Soeharto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099541139359440722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RsU1pdECn1I/AAAAAAAAAaA/S0EZ37-V_Vg/s320/Soeharto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And yes Mr.Soeharto, you and your anti-Chinese policy. I loveeeee youuuu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Merdeka motherfucker!&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/1161876580487664657-6325633426054662258?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/6325633426054662258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=6325633426054662258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/6325633426054662258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/6325633426054662258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/08/merdeka.html' title='Merdeka Beta 1.5 (due to the pressure from the Gaffer)'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RsU2itECn2I/AAAAAAAAAaI/9Z6OJgGs8R4/s72-c/AMI+Lombok+Ombak+Putih+sailing+ship+in+Labuhan+Kayangan+harbour+indonesian+flag+3008x2000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-7575093219401111588</id><published>2007-08-12T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T08:22:01.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F.U.C.K</title><content type='html'>My blog is not blocked by the web marshall. I mean I must have written a very soft post. So here I am trying to get blocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fucking blog is not fucking blocked by the fucking web fucking marshall. I mean no shit but I must have fucking written a fucking soft fucking post. So here fucking I am trying to get fucking blocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the fucking fuss about fucking blocking a fucking blog with fucking lotsa fucking word. For me to use a fucking fuck word is not fucking cool at all. Here are some fucking ways to use fucking fuck word as found in a fucking dictionary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The fucking simplest of all, to fucking express your fucking feeling in a single fucking word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it is not so fucking different at all, this is more fucking direct than a fucking fuck. You can fucking use it only to fuck one person, for more fucking add "all". Example : Fuck you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is fucking simple, it's to fucking express that you don't give a fuck all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though not fucking advisable to fucking use, this is to fucking express when you are fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck Off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Fuck on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motherfucker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To show that you are sick of a motherfucking snake in any motherfucking vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck-a-doodle-do!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Used when you are fucking amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dictiofuckingnary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Infix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is to add a fucking fuck inside a fucking word. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Abso-fucking-lutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2. E-fucking-xactly&lt;br /&gt;3. Un-fucking-believeable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Infix In a Name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is to add a fucking fuck in someone's name to fucking make them sound fucking cool. For example: (Please do not fuckin confuse it as their fucking middle name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Holy Fuck-a Molly&lt;br /&gt;2. Sidharta fucking Gautama&lt;br /&gt;3. George fucking Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Jesus Dictionary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This has nothing to do with Fuck at all, but it's a food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To express a feeling of not believing something. For example : "Jesus Christ, I don't believe it!"&lt;br /&gt;(while in a church of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also to use when you are amazed. ( Not by God of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus Crysst&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Not so different from Jesus Christ. This one is to show that you are an Irish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus-tap-dancing-Christ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To show that Jesus can tap dance too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus fucking Christ(ianity)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To show how fucked up one fucking religion is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For conclusion, the fuck word is to fucking emphasize a fucking meaning of a fucking word, so unless you really fucking mean it, do not use fuck at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-7575093219401111588?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/7575093219401111588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=7575093219401111588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/7575093219401111588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/7575093219401111588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/08/fuck.html' title='F.U.C.K'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</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-1161876580487664657.post-5588599116008343659</id><published>2007-08-02T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:54:46.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No.9 : Breaking The Law and The Lost Weekdays Volume.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrG-QYUlL5I/AAAAAAAAAW0/-98u7t_UjT8/s1600-h/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrG-QYUlL5I/AAAAAAAAAW0/-98u7t_UjT8/s320/IMG_0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094061842148700050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simpson : Watched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rating     : 2/5&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Nothing particular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a tiring month for me, first three weeks of college had been filled with bullshits, dramas, insecurity, immaturity and of course some more bull craps. My version would be rather annoying and really offending, well anyway me old friend Willy came and visited me for a few days. It was fun, he helped me around at IKEA and finished half of my JD with me of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrG_KoUlL6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/5T5KGiy6bJU/s1600-h/IMG_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrG_KoUlL6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/5T5KGiy6bJU/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094062842876080034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for the Marlboro supply, it really helped me a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cure Concerto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*all the Indonesians mentioned went to the concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrHFIoUlL7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/7Js8Je7f4oU/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrHFIoUlL7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/7Js8Je7f4oU/s320/IMG_0124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094069405586108338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Data and Statistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;75% Indonesians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 1 chinese Indonesian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0,5% Malaysians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0,5% Caucasians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15% Singaporeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before Hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came into Zaruf's room one day and he asked me "Wanna go to The Cure's concert?"&lt;br /&gt;I was like........"Jom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Night Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Flame with Willy and his girl friend, to make it short : two and a half bottle of Chivas  and a mouthful of  flaming Lamborghini. Willy dropped dead and I was really tipsy. Woke up the next morning without any hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Knowing that I only had 9 sticks of fag left in me pack, I decided to buy another one. Also knowing that we are only allow to bring in 1 pack of cigarette, I asked Zaruf to carry one for me. We passed the Malaysian Immigration Checkpoint smoothly, but we were stopped at the Singaporean Checkpoint. This officer guy asking me and Zaruf  whether we smoke or not. I pulled out the pack I had and I was allowed to go, but Zaruf pulled out my new pack and this guy look at the Marlboro as if it was weed and at the moment I felt like they were about to play Mr.Hangman with me, but then Zaruf was shown to the Custom. I was like, damn we got caught just because of of this?......until I saw one Indonesian got caught because of six packs of cigarettes, that boy had some nerve. He had to pay S$60 over, he either was a real dumb or acted that he doesn't know English at all. Anyway at the end I paid S$7 for the tax.&lt;br /&gt;(Indonesian (s) seen : 2, not going for the concert. 7, going for the concert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore have a really nice way to handle us cigarettes smuggler. They have this good cop-bad cop method, one guy will be pissing you off like your Dad and the other one will be advising you like your Mom, one thing for sure from the officers : Bring a lighter if you are a smoker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sounds From The Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrHSRYUlL8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/h5rBVdoDNqw/s1600-h/IMG_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrHSRYUlL8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/h5rBVdoDNqw/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094083849561124802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrHSRoUlL9I/AAAAAAAAAXU/CoMg_vJ2lQs/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrHSRoUlL9I/AAAAAAAAAXU/CoMg_vJ2lQs/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094083853856092114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrHSSoUlL-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/c5IHOXnUigQ/s1600-h/IMG_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrHSSoUlL-I/AAAAAAAAAXc/c5IHOXnUigQ/s320/IMG_0143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094083871035961314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrHSS4UlL_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/ExUMK6rK7RE/s1600-h/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrHSS4UlL_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/ExUMK6rK7RE/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094083875330928626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Arrived there earlier than we expected, then we had our first meal since we got into Singapore and it was a freaking cup noodle. To my surprise, 8 out of 10 people were Indonesians. Me and Zaruf hung out around the stadium to listen to The Cure rehearsing, which made me couldn't wait for any longer for the concert to start. We could just sat there looking at rich Indonesian kids buying a freaking S$40 The Cure T-Shirt. At 7.00 we got in the stadium, we were frisked again this time. I wasn't allowed to bring in the camcorder sadly and my digicam was ran out of battery, but I still managed to take some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;(Indonesian(s) Seen : 100+)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrMisIUlMAI/AAAAAAAAAXs/2UCcHH5YRq0/s1600-h/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrMisIUlMAI/AAAAAAAAAXs/2UCcHH5YRq0/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094453745029558274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tom Yam Cup noodle-doodle-do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrMisYUlMBI/AAAAAAAAAX0/FrX5PnVMa80/s1600-h/IMG_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrMisYUlMBI/AAAAAAAAAX0/FrX5PnVMa80/s320/IMG_0154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094453749324525586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;View from the North Gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrMisoUlMCI/AAAAAAAAAX8/HDY051_8Mp0/s1600-h/IMG_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrMisoUlMCI/AAAAAAAAAX8/HDY051_8Mp0/s320/IMG_0156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094453753619492898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrMis4UlMEI/AAAAAAAAAYM/PQZAWS-8qt4/s1600-h/IMG_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrMis4UlMEI/AAAAAAAAAYM/PQZAWS-8qt4/s320/IMG_0165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094453757914460226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lights and Sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrMisoUlMDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/fthuviEzXjc/s1600-h/IMG_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrMisoUlMDI/AAAAAAAAAYE/fthuviEzXjc/s320/IMG_0162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094453753619492914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrMnDYUlMFI/AAAAAAAAAYU/O580mdvzVss/s1600-h/IMG_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrMnDYUlMFI/AAAAAAAAAYU/O580mdvzVss/s320/IMG_0163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094458542508027986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrMnD4UlMGI/AAAAAAAAAYc/jsSiMuCpffs/s1600-h/IMG_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrMnD4UlMGI/AAAAAAAAAYc/jsSiMuCpffs/s320/IMG_0166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094458551097962594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moi and Zaruf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrMnD4UlMHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/RgfAreHqKqs/s1600-h/IMG_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrMnD4UlMHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/RgfAreHqKqs/s320/IMG_0173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094458551097962610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cure's Weapon of Destruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrMnEYUlMJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/f2Bh1akqtJs/s1600-h/IMG_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrMnEYUlMJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/f2Bh1akqtJs/s320/IMG_0176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094458559687897234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrMnEIUlMII/AAAAAAAAAYs/NgNFEXh5EwY/s1600-h/IMG_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrMnEIUlMII/AAAAAAAAAYs/NgNFEXh5EwY/s320/IMG_0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094458555392929922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrOiE4UlMKI/AAAAAAAAAY8/x6U9aGu7n7o/s1600-h/IMG_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrOiE4UlMKI/AAAAAAAAAY8/x6U9aGu7n7o/s320/IMG_0180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094593808208048290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrOiFIUlMLI/AAAAAAAAAZE/QY4cK-Kz8Kc/s1600-h/IMG_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrOiFIUlMLI/AAAAAAAAAZE/QY4cK-Kz8Kc/s320/IMG_0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094593812503015602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrOiF4UlMMI/AAAAAAAAAZM/UTMDusYuys8/s1600-h/IMG_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrOiF4UlMMI/AAAAAAAAAZM/UTMDusYuys8/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094593825387917506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrOiGIUlMNI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PbPGHaWj2pQ/s1600-h/IMG_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrOiGIUlMNI/AAAAAAAAAZU/PbPGHaWj2pQ/s320/IMG_0189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094593829682884818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrOiGYUlMOI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GU2HaA2MmH0/s1600-h/IMG_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrOiGYUlMOI/AAAAAAAAAZc/GU2HaA2MmH0/s320/IMG_0190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094593833977852130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indonesian seen: 1000+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Some pictures were not so clear, well anyway the show was worth the money. journey and skipping three classes. The Show? next time go for yerself. It was awesome, amazing and jaw droppping. By the time the show finished, it was already 11.00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being lost, we followed the crowd until we found a McDonald's outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrOqmoUlMPI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0xdLBcbfLKQ/s1600-h/DVC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrOqmoUlMPI/AAAAAAAAAZk/0xdLBcbfLKQ/s320/DVC00089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094603184121655538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you McDonald for giving us a place to eat and sleep, from now on I am gonna eat McDonald at least once every two days. Well of course the McD Dude woke us up and they were people saying "Look at those Indonesians!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicked really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-5588599116008343659?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/5588599116008343659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=5588599116008343659' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/5588599116008343659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/5588599116008343659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/08/no9-breaking-law-and-lost-weekdays.html' title='No.9 : Breaking The Law and The Lost Weekdays Volume.1'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RrG-QYUlL5I/AAAAAAAAAW0/-98u7t_UjT8/s72-c/IMG_0110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-3083686174795367582</id><published>2007-07-25T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T23:45:49.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rectangular Moon</title><content type='html'>When i was so much younger....&lt;br /&gt; That feeling, comes back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Those dreams share my childhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Under the frame that afternoon ray&lt;br /&gt; Feels like home, you were as green as grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Those melody sweeten the sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wonder if you are alright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-3083686174795367582?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/3083686174795367582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=3083686174795367582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/3083686174795367582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/3083686174795367582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/07/rectangular-moon.html' title='Rectangular Moon'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</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-1161876580487664657.post-5577943096244174904</id><published>2007-07-21T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:27:25.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire In The Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; One more to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Come out come out where ever you are....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-5577943096244174904?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/5577943096244174904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=5577943096244174904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/5577943096244174904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/5577943096244174904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/07/fire-in-sky.html' title='Fire In The Sky'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</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-1161876580487664657.post-7134546821279093770</id><published>2007-07-20T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:54:47.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Heart Attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RqCprn4JLbI/AAAAAAAAAWM/CHklllU-i3A/s1600-h/IMG_0050%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RqCprn4JLbI/AAAAAAAAAWM/CHklllU-i3A/s320/IMG_0050%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089254145832594866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  I can't believe I just spend $150 to watch The Cure live in Singapore. The Cure baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RqCrkn4JLdI/AAAAAAAAAWc/jT2ovYXDrFk/s1600-h/the_cure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RqCrkn4JLdI/AAAAAAAAAWc/jT2ovYXDrFk/s320/the_cure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089256224596766162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Check out that Robert Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RqCqs34JLcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/pFteg5CS_2Y/s1600-h/IMG_0039%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RqCqs34JLcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/pFteg5CS_2Y/s320/IMG_0039%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089255266819059138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Indon version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-7134546821279093770?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/7134546821279093770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=7134546821279093770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/7134546821279093770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/7134546821279093770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/07/wednesday-heart-attack.html' title='Wednesday Heart Attack'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RqCprn4JLbI/AAAAAAAAAWM/CHklllU-i3A/s72-c/IMG_0050%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-5790896808600920084</id><published>2007-07-15T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:54:50.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B0n OdoR1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpnSU34JLQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/rDdZcnt7SlI/s1600-h/IMG_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpnSU34JLQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/rDdZcnt7SlI/s320/IMG_0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087328510130334978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reasons why your friends did not go out with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Jennifer (For ditching us and went to Penang)&lt;br /&gt;2. Ee May (For not feeling well)&lt;br /&gt;3. Jolene (For Ee may not feeling well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Odori is a place you go and expect to see some Japanese porn stars, but end up looking at "La-la". It's a place where they sell Japanese food and you really feel like want to buy those food because it is cool to eat Japanese food. Bon Odori is also a place where you go and take a pictures with Japanese where they turned out to be Malaysian or another "La la".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpnYvX4JLRI/AAAAAAAAAU8/MefC3vf7QrU/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpnYvX4JLRI/AAAAAAAAAU8/MefC3vf7QrU/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087335562466635026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is the stage where they ask people to circle around it to dance to a song where they keep on playing for around 1000 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpnaH34JLSI/AAAAAAAAAVE/kOu-LEdlTU8/s1600-h/IMG_0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpnaH34JLSI/AAAAAAAAAVE/kOu-LEdlTU8/s320/IMG_0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087337082885057826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the dance, that kid of course is a real Jap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpnbEn4JLTI/AAAAAAAAAVM/II4lLVkK0mE/s1600-h/IMG_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpnbEn4JLTI/AAAAAAAAAVM/II4lLVkK0mE/s320/IMG_0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087338126562110770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's a fake Jap with a girl's yukata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpnhF34JLXI/AAAAAAAAAVs/j7SEGjnzf6A/s1600-h/IMG_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpnhF34JLXI/AAAAAAAAAVs/j7SEGjnzf6A/s320/IMG_0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087344745106713970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rpni8X4JLYI/AAAAAAAAAV0/RfiVeouepvU/s1600-h/IMG_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rpni8X4JLYI/AAAAAAAAAV0/RfiVeouepvU/s320/IMG_0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087346780921212290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpnhEn4JLUI/AAAAAAAAAVU/TF8aeNYJ3EA/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpnhEn4JLUI/AAAAAAAAAVU/TF8aeNYJ3EA/s320/IMG_0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087344723631877442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpnhE34JLVI/AAAAAAAAAVc/q3SNdwXHmhs/s1600-h/IMG_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpnhE34JLVI/AAAAAAAAAVc/q3SNdwXHmhs/s320/IMG_0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087344727926844754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpnhFX4JLWI/AAAAAAAAAVk/hvaPqVT2iTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpnhFX4JLWI/AAAAAAAAAVk/hvaPqVT2iTQ/s320/IMG_0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087344736516779362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That basically highlight the Bon Odori, no more going there next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpnkeX4JLZI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Q4l_c4y1jJA/s1600-h/IMG_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpnkeX4JLZI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Q4l_c4y1jJA/s320/IMG_0031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087348464548392338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, with drunken Japanese chick laying on the ground, I would reconsider it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-5790896808600920084?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/5790896808600920084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=5790896808600920084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/5790896808600920084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/5790896808600920084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/07/reasons-why-your-friends-did-not-go-out.html' title='B0n OdoR1'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpnSU34JLQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/rDdZcnt7SlI/s72-c/IMG_0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-8495238065651830821</id><published>2007-07-09T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:54:50.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh,  I'm-a, scratching my balls in public</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not actually....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085269093856299362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpKBTEaTyWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Bc1wxg_ZOYk/s320/IMG_1451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Jenn's face after shitting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happy birthday to Jennifer Tandijono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For this year you are nineteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hope you find your "a-go-go"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But please keep your pussy clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085270657224395122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpKCuEaTyXI/AAAAAAAAAUk/3CntUZIC3j8/s320/IMG_1446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kenny Liang masturbating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085271507627919746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpKDfkaTyYI/AAAAAAAAAUs/PU7ZSZZ6A9w/s320/IMG_1457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then we had JD.....a tiny itsy bitsy bit of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fuckin sore throat killing me voice, I sound like Don Corleone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-8495238065651830821?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/8495238065651830821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=8495238065651830821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/8495238065651830821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/8495238065651830821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/07/eh-im-scrathing-my-balls-in-public.html' title='Eh,  I&apos;m-a, scratching my balls in public'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RpKBTEaTyWI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Bc1wxg_ZOYk/s72-c/IMG_1451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-8522407493014082635</id><published>2007-06-22T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:54:51.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothin to do in the cee-taayyyy part II of the awsome trilogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So me was 'angin out with me lads one nite and suddenly one of them came in with 'is skate board, then he said "wanna crash the mall?". Then me nodded in agreement, so off we go to the mall aiteeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078849396846010162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rnuynha2nzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/jJ-0_-kuVsA/s320/758419077l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me lad did this awsome stunt at the street, we din go to the mall la. It was already nite aiteeee. So he jumped over the bridge, dodged in a matrix style and peed al over the mayor's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078850320263978818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RnuzdRa2n0I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zJrzHfBNRdA/s320/758419077l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not only that, you know that famous statue in medan? no....? well, I climbed on the top of it NAKED.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078850745465741138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rnuz2Ba2n1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/H2e5fojxKcQ/s320/758419077l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;   Then the police officer caught me for publick distruption. WICKEDE EH?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;FUCKIN DUMB THE PICS DID APPERAR PROPERLY, we need electricity la MR.ABDILLAH!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-8522407493014082635?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/8522407493014082635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=8522407493014082635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/8522407493014082635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/8522407493014082635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/06/nothin-to-do-in-cee-taayyyy-part-ii-of.html' title='Nothin to do in the cee-taayyyy part II of the awsome trilogy'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rnuynha2nzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/jJ-0_-kuVsA/s72-c/758419077l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-766986806119792812</id><published>2007-06-17T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:54:52.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothin To Do In The Ceee--taaayy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RnVfsBa2nrI/AAAAAAAAATE/yQ3ROTdHMN0/s1600-h/IMG_1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077069364830052018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RnVfsBa2nrI/AAAAAAAAATE/yQ3ROTdHMN0/s320/IMG_1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Holiday is coming to its end, I am somehow happy and not reall glad. Me gonnae miss me lads and food over 'ere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077070043434884802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RnVgTha2nsI/AAAAAAAAATM/Z83cGqkqZQM/s320/IMG_1184.JPG" border="0" /&gt; That used to be our meeting point, we always went this place only. Ah those young golden days, where grass are still green and life is younger than the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077071327630106322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RnVheRa2ntI/AAAAAAAAATU/DIX59rpQkQQ/s320/IMG_1189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now, because they chopped down and burned down the forest and blame us indonesians for doing it, the place closed down. That cafe used to be our hang out place. Sad man....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077072397076963042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RnVicha2nuI/AAAAAAAAATc/RjV9byhcJlk/s320/IMG_1191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But then, me can still have a nice cup of coffee. Black thick without sugar, really kicks in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077073165876109042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RnVjJRa2nvI/AAAAAAAAATk/lOVnE-ygV-w/s320/IMG_1192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then there's this doughnut, Chocolaty chocolate doughnt. I mean for real, it must be heaven. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077074011984666370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RnVj6ha2nwI/AAAAAAAAATs/CkjWmCn0H0U/s320/IMG_1193.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;        Excusez Moi, perharpz ze croissant will do you good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077076073568968466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RnVlyha2nxI/AAAAAAAAAT0/QRrDyTbQndc/s320/IMG_1214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then one night, me went out with a girl, Echie. To this cool place, nice cheap steak place. They have this live band, tho not that entertaining. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077077890340134690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RnVncRa2nyI/AAAAAAAAAT8/RxYODLmJcYQ/s320/IMG_1218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And that was calamaryly or however u spell it, with mayonatse and chilli sauce. Word.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Medan oh Medan, who the fuck made your city planning? You are a midget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-766986806119792812?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/766986806119792812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=766986806119792812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/766986806119792812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/766986806119792812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/06/nothin-to-do-in-ceee-taaayy.html' title='Nothin To Do In The Ceee--taaayy'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RnVfsBa2nrI/AAAAAAAAATE/yQ3ROTdHMN0/s72-c/IMG_1208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-5453527211237499963</id><published>2007-06-11T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T01:15:00.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Continuation Story of Bungalow Bill</title><content type='html'>Oh well, Just as I thought that everything will do okay. I asked her to leave me alone for a while. Just like good american I try not to make a big fuss out of it, I went to paladium to chill, coz they got wireless internet there. To show off how rich my parents are, I brought my laptop over there. I had this funny feeling that you know something might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was seven sumthin when I finished the internet activity, I went upstairs for a stroll. Just as I walked thru this restaurant, guess what......I saw the same thing which I saw in the morning. I mean, she never learned any lesson did she? The guy was touching her necklace. I went in with me band mate, sat infront of them. She greeted me, still acting as awkward as usual. Then I said I want to talk to her in private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went outside to talk, I asked her why is the guy touching her necklace? (for girls, when a guy does that, it means that they are aiming for your boobs). She said, he was just adjusting the necklace (Jesus Chryssst, I am dumb am I?). Finaly she admitted that she is guilty, okay then I asked what she wants then, she said she doesn't know what she wants and she asked me what I want. (This thing went in circle for like 30 minutes) The guy was calling her asking wether everything is okay and she dare to pick up the phone infront of me as if the guy is her boyfriend. For information, they guy called his friends come, in case sumthin bad happen. Dudeeeeee, I won't whack someone because of a girl, well if you were Tara Reid then I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, I walked away ever so cooly without looking at her and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what I want"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dumped her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it hurts, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-5453527211237499963?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/5453527211237499963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=5453527211237499963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/5453527211237499963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/5453527211237499963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/06/continuation-of-bungalow-bill.html' title='The Continuation Story of Bungalow Bill'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</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-1161876580487664657.post-8912292693273360377</id><published>2007-06-11T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:54:52.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant Karma Has Got Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Karma stands for Kome And Rip My Ass apart, indeed it's a bitch. Karma is a belief so well constructed by our fellow Indians. It's a concept when something bad happen, you got karma to blame on. Of course it all depends on good deeds and bad deeds, which is kinda ironic on the good deeds part (gonnae tell ye later on about that aye). For example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day you came out of the house, when you just got out from the door you step on a pile of shit. Karma is to blame, karma man....you should have look where you walk you idiot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got straight As for your final exam, thank karma for that. Well, if you did not study and you still got straight As then you can thank your fuckin karma. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Anyway, my story goes like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This morning, I called my girlfriend say that I wanna go to her place and chill then maybe go grab sumthin to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hi hun, can I go to your place now?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, I promise my mom to go out with her. I might be back a bit late, I'll call you later to confrim then"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Okay, see you!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bye!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Well, I went anyway. So I walked to the doorstep, there was this motorcycle parked outside. This is quite unusual I thought to meself. So I peek through the door, I saw her and a guy named budiman (budi means good deeds, hah!). They were like sitting next to each other, enjoying their breakfast and giggling happily so ever after. I stood there like a fool for 2 minutes, they did not realize I was there. I called her anyway, then she looked at me acting so awkwardly. The guy was looking more awkward and he was looking like as if I was gonna pull out a hand gun and say &lt;em&gt;"You have insulted my inteligence!"&lt;/em&gt; and bang bang thru his small primate skull. I sat down across where they were sitting, sat there smiling so cool as if I am Don Corleone. She came to me, did not kiss me on the cheek nor hug me to show her respect as usual, she just sat beside me and was like talking nonsense. The guy moved to the kitchen, and after sitting beside me for about five minutes she went to the kitchen to the guy to spend like 15 fuckin minutes. Then I walked outside to have a smoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You want me to fetch you to work?"&lt;/em&gt; I said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, do you want to?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Of course, I am asking you" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Okay sure, let me take shower first"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She went back inside the kitchen took her another fuckin 20 minutes then the guy came out and left. Then she asked me to come inside, I did. I sat there and then she only started to take shower. She finished her shower and we went inside my mom's car. She was sitting there saying nothing, so I asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;em&gt;"YOU FUCKIN BITCH!!!, YOU SLUT!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Nah, I did not say that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Aren't you suppose to say something?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What do you want me to say?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't know, you are suppose to say sumthin to me" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, you just ask me then I will answer"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I asked her, what the hell is that guy doing there. It all comes to this, she said I can go out with my sister Naomi and Jennifer and she can't go out with this guy, budiman. I mean, in ideal world, Naomi is my sister and Jennifer has no affection towards me, but budiman likes her. Plus, she fuckin lie to me. The worst part is, the budiman guy is a class A &lt;em&gt;La-La, Oh-la-la!. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074723711391014562" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rm0KVBa2nqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/oOcO3vs9etk/s320/IMG_1177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; They even play board games together, how sweet and romantic. She claimed that, he is just a friend lah! The guy kept on calling her in the car. Weird eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; I am not angry nor sad, not emoing obviously. I mean, Jesus Chrysssstt I saw it coming. I am like feeling very confused right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-8912292693273360377?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/8912292693273360377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=8912292693273360377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/8912292693273360377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/8912292693273360377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/06/instant-karma-has-got-me.html' title='Instant Karma Has Got Me'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rm0KVBa2nqI/AAAAAAAAAS8/oOcO3vs9etk/s72-c/IMG_1177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-2141198051439999598</id><published>2007-06-02T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:54:54.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenn So Rich, I am her Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After an intensive consultation with the doctors, they agree that they gonna give me a new look of a face. One that will stunt the owner of the very eyes that hold the skin deep of a human being. One that will shatter the doubt of a curious heart or even One that will shiver the knees of a horse's leg. This is it.....the long waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071513043236377554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RmGiPifdU9I/AAAAAAAAASE/H3Sr7UxwoHU/s320/IMG_1110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I did say I wanna look like Michael Jackson you know, but not with a real nose!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071515383993553890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RmGkXyfdU-I/AAAAAAAAASM/PiYip66bAfU/s320/IMG_1137.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Jenn and I went to play pool again and she beat me again and again, we ordered two big mugs of beer and chill there. I got an heart attack when I saw the bill, but I acted cool so I won't make a fool of myself infront of Jenn...after all I am her bitch. "It's not like that la Stupid!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071524510799057954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RmGsrCfdVCI/AAAAAAAAASs/As0_ngFrciM/s320/IMG_1136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the chillin place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071518850032161794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RmGnhifdVAI/AAAAAAAAASc/aJ7THznm5mk/s320/IMG_1138.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Jenn's hands got slippery (she tried to unlock the car but could not do) after a good 'ol time with a rockabilly style in my parent's car. Never ever let Jenn drive a manual car! She can't even get it going foward....rich kid with a manual car? won't happen in million years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071520031148168210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RmGomSfdVBI/AAAAAAAAASk/FDEM5daI56M/s320/IMG_1141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nasi Goreng Bali, okay only la. I never really like nasi goreng...I mean nasi goreng? Come on man....get real. We went to Merdeka Walk, where stars are so bright that you have to wear shades at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071525434217026610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RmGtgyfdVDI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lTv_fIJ64Lk/s320/IMG_1117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; In Indonesia "Tol" is a highway and it is also a short form of "Kontol" which means dick. This is an example of bad Bahasa Indonesia. That sign means "It's the gate, dick" and "Pay up, dick"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-2141198051439999598?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/2141198051439999598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=2141198051439999598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/2141198051439999598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/2141198051439999598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/06/jenn-so-rich-i-am-her-bitch.html' title='Jenn So Rich, I am her Bitch'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RmGiPifdU9I/AAAAAAAAASE/H3Sr7UxwoHU/s72-c/IMG_1110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-843515105321260287</id><published>2007-05-30T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:54:55.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHOY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   Warning! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spoiler&lt;/span&gt;....maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rl3uPCfdU4I/AAAAAAAAARc/H3Y9tMrN6xI/s1600-h/IMG_1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070470697623311234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rl3uPCfdU4I/AAAAAAAAARc/H3Y9tMrN6xI/s320/IMG_1069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I did something anyway, I went to the cinema and watched Pirates Of The Curry-bean 3: At World's End. Overall, not a bad movie, but I never knew that Singapore is just next to Antartica or Alasca. Thanks for "killing" the gayest pirate ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To the guy who was sitting next to me and the girl who was sitting who knows where during the movie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To the guy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; I know you were trying to impress your girlfriend, it was quite sad for me already going to the movie alone, but please stop telling your girlfriend what's happening on the movie. I am sure she is not that stupid (maybe she is). Stop that fake laugh, I know you laugh so people know that you understand the joke in english, but it wasn't even a joke and you have the ugliest fake laugh I have ever heard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To the girl:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; I know lah, you are very good lah in english la, but lah, please lah, dun you ever lah, read the subtitle in english lah....please I need them overpaid actors to say it out, not you. I mean, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070476684807721874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rl3zrifdU5I/AAAAAAAAARk/DCTB02845Ws/s320/richards.bmp" border="0" /&gt; Oi! I'm-a pirates-a! He's cool you know, looks quite dead to me tho... why din they used Ringo Starr? Then they would have to make Ringo play the drum in the movie, which is quite fancy...or maybe Rod Stewart can have a role.....he is a sailor, not pirates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070477853038826402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rl30vifdU6I/AAAAAAAAARs/ogrZ0Tjh1fQ/s320/dogdays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But, this is a better movie. Dog Day Afternoon, with Al Pacino, John Cazale, the guy who played "Fredo Corleone" and a tiny appereance from the guy who played the milnenium tv series, Lance Henriksen. The movie, based on true story, tho 70% dramatized due to the purpose of hollywoodnism, tells about a bank robbery. Highly recommended by me. It was 70's movie, however. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070482891035464626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rl35UyfdU7I/AAAAAAAAAR0/qRMcyC7oZiI/s320/IMG_1072.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Yeehaww! food, food and food and I am not getting any fatter. That's Medan's Wan Dan Mie (however you spell it). I don't know what's wrong with me you know, no matter how much I eat or how much I don't eat, my weight stays the same....awful 55 kg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070483805863498690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rl36KCfdU8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/yTcDPnxHlvc/s320/IMG_1078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Can't sleep again and have to fetch me mom to the airport in about 30 mins like. What's the point of waking up early in the morning if you can't do anything in the morning like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-843515105321260287?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/843515105321260287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=843515105321260287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/843515105321260287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/843515105321260287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/05/ahoy.html' title='AHOY!!!!'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rl3uPCfdU4I/AAAAAAAAARc/H3Y9tMrN6xI/s72-c/IMG_1069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-225594367208535245</id><published>2007-05-29T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:54:58.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coca Cola So Classic It Makes Me Thick</title><content type='html'>I slept at 6 in the morning......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 hours later, me mom knocked on me door.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Get up!, we have to go to the airport!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dragged myself out from the bedroom, still managed to brush my teeth and wear whatever was in the wardrobe. So I fetched me mom to the airport, It appears that me gaffer delayed his flight to China (so she had to go to the airasia counter to change some dates), okay....so dad, I never knew that you are that rich and please leave the house empty for me. Anyway, I found that that my dad borrowed a sum of money from the bank for his business. What if he screwed up? well prolly bunch of Italians gonna come to my house and say "Eh, Don Corleone wants to collect his money!". No la, nothin that bad, if he screws, then the bank will confiscate the house. welldone pop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070008636451672770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlxJ_ifdUsI/AAAAAAAAAP8/6jQNGFCRwgc/s320/IMG_1045.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ah, Dunkin Donuts at the airport. Reminds me of my best lad and me gal. We sat there waiting for me flight to KL. It was heartbreakin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rest of the day? me went sumplace and ate. After that I went to Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070010689446040274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlxL3CfdUtI/AAAAAAAAAQE/W1lzzapc2YE/s320/IMG_1003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is the view from the second floor from me tavern. I love that tree, me grandpa planted it. He was like adopted by Japs, a good garderner and he likes bonzai very much. His name? Suichi Maeda. He died (Rest In Peace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070012501922239202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlxNgifdUuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/oonR9hmy1iQ/s320/IMG_1011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My tiny living room, it's a camera trick you know. My dad made that bare-single-handedly, afterall he is Joseph The Carpenter, it goes like "I'm on the top of the world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070013691628180210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlxOlyfdUvI/AAAAAAAAAQU/NTG2jMgpaaU/s320/IMG_1010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The empty fridge, nothing is inside the fridge and the fridge is inside nothin, hence the fridge contains nothing but emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070014503376999170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlxPVCfdUwI/AAAAAAAAAQc/cnZV1gzIVdc/s320/IMG_1009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My kitchen which has no food with the food not in the kitchen, hence the kitchen needs food and so is I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070015220636537618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlxP-yfdUxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/iA1RtAjqrq4/s320/IMG_1013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is like....sumthin, I mean I have no idea what's in my gaffer's head. He put that in the kitchen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070016328738100002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlxQ_SfdUyI/AAAAAAAAAQs/SYeE3TKiZjk/s320/IMG_1012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom's workshop, she's good at it...really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070029613071946610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlxdEifdU3I/AAAAAAAAARU/6UFKuRygccg/s320/IMG_1007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My neighbour's TV, they are loaded!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070028187142804322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlxbxifdU2I/AAAAAAAAARM/0j6jYKb1g6g/s320/IMG_1005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My dad's home office.... nothin fancy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070017295105741618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlxR3ifdUzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/w3IyenY5Z-8/s320/drinks.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's better than alcoholic drinks? I managed to put that poison into me body. It was Sum french wine and sum good 'ol whisky. Oh Langkawi, where art thou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, I woke up at 5. I was plannin to watch Pirates, but It was already five ye know. Alas! I curse my irish luck. I was feeling quite bored, decided to go out for a bite. So me went to this place called Obonk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070018695265080130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlxTJCfdU0I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/5417hUw-d-I/s320/IMG_1049.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It's a quiet place, nice for yer bloody british tea time or even ciggarettes time. Perfecto Imperiallo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070019708877362002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlxUECfdU1I/AAAAAAAAARE/Z3ND3TfGaAg/s320/IMG_1050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One thing I notice so far about Malaysia is that they do not have the Coa Cola classic bottle, you know I feel a bit fifties and it did taste like a fake coke. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I am planning to do nothin again tommorow. Weak man weak....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-225594367208535245?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/225594367208535245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=225594367208535245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/225594367208535245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/225594367208535245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/05/coca-cola-so-classic-it-makes-me-thick.html' title='Coca Cola So Classic It Makes Me Thick'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlxJ_ifdUsI/AAAAAAAAAP8/6jQNGFCRwgc/s72-c/IMG_1045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-4182040389202908696</id><published>2007-05-29T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:54:59.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things That Don't Even Matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 things found in my school bag (college bag or whatsoever):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Text book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Note book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Pen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Pencil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Nothin really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 things found in my wallet:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Drivin License&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Expired ID card&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Pictures of my whatever one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Name cards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 favourite things in my room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069997868968661634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlxAMyfdUoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qH1WpskJ9PA/s320/IMG_1062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My amp, well actually my brother's amp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069998740847022738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlxA_ifdUpI/AAAAAAAAAPk/GpTHlwlHgQc/s320/IMG_1055.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Bunch of broken guitars and guitar case&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070000360049693346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlxCdyfdUqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/0ijIoheQLfo/s320/IMG_1063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My keyboard which I dun even know how to play (long story)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070003770253726386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlxFkSfdUrI/AAAAAAAAAP0/ylYk-8tU_vU/s320/IMG_1065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Book Shelf? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;last one? Nothing really, 5 is a bad number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-4182040389202908696?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/4182040389202908696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=4182040389202908696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/4182040389202908696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/4182040389202908696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/05/5-things-that-dont-even-matter.html' title='5 things That Don&apos;t Even Matter'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlxAMyfdUoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qH1WpskJ9PA/s72-c/IMG_1062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-2224443130390416221</id><published>2007-05-26T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:54:59.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ye MAMA Said!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ye mama said, that I ain't got the look&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ain't got money&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ain't got the job&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ye papa said that I ain't got the soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so ugly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm fat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ye mama said, ye mama said!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck your mama,  fuck your papa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck your sister, fuck your brother,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck your dog, fuck your cat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck you, you and you!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Rubber Soul-Ye Mama Said!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*The style of quoting songs belongs to Jenn, any other form similar to it without her permission of her knowledge could lead into trouble.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068918208679727714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlhqQSfdUmI/AAAAAAAAAPM/f5V8aEYej7E/s320/IMG_1032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jenn you fuckin bitch! *rich. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Let's go Exelcio, they have nice coffee"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw the menu, fuckin 10bucks for a cup of coffe, what the fuck man! and that food in the picture cost about 20bucks. Okay Jenn, I know you are like bloody rich. So please, be considerate. I am so poor man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*If she blogged about my car, don't believe her! don't you evaaaa!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we are like you know, went to Sun Plaza then play pool ata Paladium (where I lost, HAH!), then we went for Jamming session. Word!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068919668968608370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlhrlSfdUnI/AAAAAAAAAPU/z9CYu8j9Bk0/s320/IMG_1034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I dropped Jenn home, she walked out from my car and stood in front of the gate. &lt;em&gt;*Kazaaammmmm&lt;/em&gt; Atoumatic gate. Jesus Chrysstttttt, I have to open the gate by myself in me hut. So I waited for her to go in, but the dad stared at me from the window at the second floor. I was damn scared la, you know almost pee in me pants. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Jenn is bloody rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-2224443130390416221?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/2224443130390416221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=2224443130390416221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/2224443130390416221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/2224443130390416221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/05/ye-mama-said.html' title='Ye MAMA Said!!!!!'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlhqQSfdUmI/AAAAAAAAAPM/f5V8aEYej7E/s72-c/IMG_1032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-3058314327072089194</id><published>2007-05-25T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:55:00.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sup Dawg!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068513343587570242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 2px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="71" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rlb6CCfdUkI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0psJLWnAdk4/s320/wannabes.bmp" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Another one from &lt;a href="http://aplaus.net/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=786&amp;Itemid=67"&gt;Aplaus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yo yo sup nigga, the hizzle to da mizzle in the hood, ya know what I'm saying. It's DJ Darmadi here kickin it with you with the hip-hop style, as in the street yo. So let's rap to the crap Cap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lemme Introduce ya'll my homie, *drum rolling *beat boxing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo yo yo, this This is nigga is called Billy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't wanna fuck with him coz' he is so Silly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kickin with his style, wearin Bape shoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at his pants, it's all so loose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With his nigga named William, he gonna rap for us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right from the hood, he rides the bus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One to the two to the three yo, I can count perfectly in English *wicked wicked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scratcht the plate my man Jacky please *plate scratching&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know what I am sayin, we are the hardcore kids&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we are all cool coz we are the chinese&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woorddddddddd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068513914818220626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rlb6jSfdUlI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CIuoX1GLVLM/s320/wannabes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I say, yo wassup yo. Wassup to the up and to the p. Word! these three niggas gonna be intervied by me. So put your hands up in the air yo my nigga, you black! I say wassup. sup nigga sup? Yo yo yo, sup yo. Word!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Billy (Gemini), William (Pisces), Jacky (Gemini)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love : Nge-rap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream: Top Rapper &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*keep on dreaming then me niggas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Trend: Hip-hop street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&amp;amp;A:&lt;br /&gt;Aplaus:Favorite icon?&lt;br /&gt;Billy: Eminem, because he has a cool hip-hop style n a great rapper&lt;br /&gt;William : I like Nigo, DJ-nya Teriyaki Boys. Especialy the Japanese Hip-hop style.&lt;br /&gt;Jacky : Cashcrew and Missy Elliot, because she is hot and has her own style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I like Missy Elliot becoz she is hot yo!, she is like very sexy with that fatty fatty boom boom, oh yeah nigga, ya dig me? yo yo yo, wazzzzzzzzzzzzupppppp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aplaus: What is you best buy in life, and what do you buy the most?&lt;br /&gt;Billy : I like Bape shoes, it's cool and stylist. I also like Bape shirt, all my favourite brand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yo yo yo, my nigga. Never buy fake things, stay true yo my nigga. True. power to the chinese&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aplaus: Favourite Superhero?&lt;br /&gt;William : Captain America from the Marvel, he is a great character and has that American flag pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yo-yo, to the y and o yo. You're the man yo. Captain America yo, he's white and he's americans. Red to the neck yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aplaus : Your perfect weekend?&lt;br /&gt;William : Because I like Captain America, The States would be my perfect weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yo yo, you can come anytime to the states yo. Just stop the cab and tell 'em you wanna go to Florida, be back before monday yo nigga, school time. Never skip classes, not good for a nigga yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy : For me, I like to rap in the studio with my friends, it's cool!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, *beat box *plate scratching *wordddd you're the man yo. Since when do we have rapping studio in Medan yo. I mean yo yo yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aplaus : What would you do if you are given 1 wish?&lt;br /&gt;Jacky : Open up a recording studio, to contribute my hobby and to make money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yo yo yo, that's the way yo. Open up a Studi-O. Keep it real me nigga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aplaus : Strangest thing you can bring in your bag?&lt;br /&gt;Jacky : Handgun, strange enuff???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yo yo yo, Handgun yo. That's heavy dawg, yo yo. I mean yeah yo. Hizzling with the mingling dizzle to the sizzlers's prizzle. Hand to the Gun yo. *Wordddddddd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's me homie ya'll, the nizzle nigga to the bizzare. Helloooooo????? WAKE UP!!!! who the fuck you trying to fool here? your mom? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William's Item&lt;br /&gt;Cap : New Era Cap&lt;br /&gt;Jacket, T-shirt and Pants : Baby Milo&lt;br /&gt;Shoes : Nike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy's Item&lt;br /&gt;Cap and Shoes : Mixit&lt;br /&gt;Specs : Jaya Optik&lt;br /&gt;All the shit : Skate Element&lt;br /&gt;Same shit: Nike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacky's Item&lt;br /&gt;Sweater : Skate Element&lt;br /&gt;Shirt : Giordano&lt;br /&gt;Specs : Polo&lt;br /&gt;Pants : Juicy&lt;br /&gt;Shoes : Bape-sta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-3058314327072089194?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/3058314327072089194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=3058314327072089194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/3058314327072089194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/3058314327072089194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/05/sup-dawg.html' title='Sup Dawg!'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rlb6CCfdUkI/AAAAAAAAAO8/0psJLWnAdk4/s72-c/wannabes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-4022520255072367315</id><published>2007-05-25T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:55:01.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Fuckhead!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Article in has been changed into Bahasa Engris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proudly presented by &lt;a href="http://aplaus.net/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=blogcategory&amp;amp;id=40&amp;Itemid=67"&gt;Aplaus&lt;/a&gt;, lamest media ever. Go there for original version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Zia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068443494534435346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rla6gSfdUhI/AAAAAAAAAOk/7ypnP6hFhfo/s320/Zia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Zodiak: Libra&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Love: To eat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Favorit brand: Vincci&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Dream: Model&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Q&amp;A:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aplaus: What is your perfect weekend?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Zia: Going to the beach, because I like to surf! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Surfing in this province? Bitch, where can we surf here? Pantai Cermin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aplaus: What would you do if you were a male for a day ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Zia: I would cry, because I woke up and I've changed. I would look at the mirror and see the changes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bitch what would you do If you were a male? hump some chicks? DUH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Aplaus: If you were born as a male actor, who would that be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Zia: Brad Pitt, he's not only sexy but he is also rich. He must be surrounded by lotsa chicks ha ha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hahahaha....., oh well you are still a stupid bitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Big it up for Zia, another wannabe in Medan. She is catogorized as Anak Babe . What is anak babe? Their daddies are rich, prolly working in some government office and very corrupted. They are Non-chinese, nice to look at, but not to fuck with if you are chinese and you are medanese. However they are more polite than chineses and they have better tits and ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068463560621642274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlbMwSfdUiI/AAAAAAAAAOs/2tsDzonroW4/s320/Dimas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Zodiak: Cancer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Love: Music and travel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dream: Bussiness Man&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Favorit Brand: Guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Q&amp;A:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aplaus: What is your favourite soundtrack and why? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dimas: Spiderman II's soundtrack, Hold On by Jet, they are very cool...old school style with 70's mood. Cool soundtrack!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I like it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aplaus: Who sing "So Sick"?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;(a) John Lennon (b) Delon (c) Neyo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dimas: Neyo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH MY FUCKIN GOD! what a stupid multiple choice question, I mean who the fuck sing "I Wanna Hold Your Hand?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(a) Backstreet Boys (b) 50 Cents (c) Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Aplaus Comment: A real music fan. stay cool man!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Agam's Comment: A real music fan. You go Zorrro!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dimas is your typical natibu male, Anak Babe also ye know. So well educated in music that he can figure out who sing "So Sick". Word! The natibu males hate chinese so much, is okay...the chinese hate everyone who is not yellow and love Guai Lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I actually know this girl.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ervida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068467709560050226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlbQhyfdUjI/AAAAAAAAAO0/S8vcJ3jIrrI/s320/Ervida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Zodiak: Virgo&lt;br /&gt;Love: Singing &amp; clubbing&lt;br /&gt;Dream: Being a Fashion Icon&lt;br /&gt;Favorite brand: Insight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Q&amp;amp;A:&lt;br /&gt;Aplaus: Healthy living is a trend now, what do you to stay fit?&lt;br /&gt;Ervida: I do fitness and play squash everyday to keep myself fit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know you do, but why are you still fat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aplaus: What is the most extreme thing you have evern done?&lt;br /&gt;Ervida: Haha.. Quite a lot, but clubbing 3 days in a row is the craziest I've ever done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me too, I ate pork In the mosque, Jumped over KLCC, kill the purple dragon and went clubbing 3 days in a row. I am a bad ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Aplaus Comment: That's cool man!!!, let's go clubbing.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Agam's Comment: That's cool man!!!!, I mean being fat and all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's chinese, yes she is. I mean a fuckin chinese as in small eyes. Chinese in medan are either fat or breastless. They are mostly into La-La, or in Medan we call them Cika (Cina Kaleng). They speak Hokkian most of the time and their Indonesian accent is worse than a Guai Lo. Hello???? Fashion Icon? Helllllooooooooooooooooo, how slim are you? HELOOOOOOO???!!!?!?!??!!!!!. (Someone is going to kill me if she reads this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My parents left me alone in the house, I am free!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&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/1161876580487664657-4022520255072367315?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/4022520255072367315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=4022520255072367315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/4022520255072367315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/4022520255072367315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-fuckhead.html' title='What a Fuckhead!'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rla6gSfdUhI/AAAAAAAAAOk/7ypnP6hFhfo/s72-c/Zia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-4225398853047255568</id><published>2007-05-23T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:55:02.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Besame Mucho</title><content type='html'>I don't even know what the title means, my day can't get any worse....gonna tell you that later. I went to this Thamrin Plaza (3rd shopping center ever built in Medan) with me lad. Sat there had a good meal and met me girl's sister. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067869618184212914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlSwkSfdUbI/AAAAAAAAAN0/1tpz_eNYBxE/s320/IMG_1016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is called empek-empek kapal selam (submarine), It's a dish from Palembang (place where men wank at home and women work their ass off to feed the family). Good to have when you are not that hungry but you need something to eat. After that I went for more food, as me stomach was craving for more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067870782120350146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlSxoCfdUcI/AAAAAAAAAN8/szLZ6rzxtH4/s320/IMG_1020.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this is called Mie Sop (Soup Noodle), it's like the ultimate kick for your meal. Good to have whenever you need to eat. now I am making meself hungry.  After that I had me 5th packs of Marlboro, poor Jenn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067871632523874770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlSyZifdUdI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RfsURy48UnQ/s320/IMG_1018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Our Mayor, Mr.Abdillah telling us how to behave well with wheels on the street, but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067872203754525154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlSy6yfdUeI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ILmQDJXdk2o/s320/IMG_1022.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Tell me Mr.Abdillah you balding bloodsucker, corrupted piece of shit. What the fuck I am suppose to do with two traffic light signs? You Installed new traffic lights which has no use at all, it always shows three colours at once, waste of budget, roads still need repairment, there is still blackout in the city, the public transportation sucks, airport beside a housing area, your police officers are cock suckers and you are an asshole, you manage to buy your son the latest gadget of cellphone everytime the new one comes out, but you can't do no shit and your plan to build a new hotel surrounding our HUNDREDS YEARS OLD Town Hall is a laugh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; This guy actually suggested Toyota Higlander, which cost about &lt;strong&gt;$30,000.00&lt;/strong&gt; as the Government Officer's duty car. I mean why the fuck they need a car that cost that much? Bloody ignorant piece of fuck. Tell me when you gonna fix that clocktower, you invested so much in shit that the only reason I see white people around is because they are from the NGO, and they are just spending their time here becoz they are bored with your neighbour province Aceh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later on, I went to see the footie match Between Liverpool and AC Milan, Final Champions League. You know, I was so nervous and sexited (credit to Jenn, any usage of the word "Sexcited", "Sexhousted", "Sexperience". "Sexorcism", "Sextention" , "Sexophone". "Sexit", "Sextreme", "Sexpensive", etc without Jenn's permission or her knowledge could lead into trouble) that I could not sleep, eat and drink. Guess the fasting din do me any good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067873208776872434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlSz1SfdUfI/AAAAAAAAAOU/aA-pOhvAwvk/s320/lac.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Mafioso Versus The Scouser, but fuck....we lost 2-1. Guess the jinx is I used too much italian accent, losing me scouse touch you know. They have insulted my intelengence and now I am very emo.  After being taunted and made fun of the whole match, I was so fuckin pissed by this match. The ball was not round enuff, the size of AC Milan's Goalpost was smaller, They played with 13 players and Refrees were bribed by Don Corleone. You'll Never Walk Alone bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-4225398853047255568?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/4225398853047255568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=4225398853047255568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/4225398853047255568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/4225398853047255568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/05/besame-mucho.html' title='Besame Mucho'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RlSwkSfdUbI/AAAAAAAAAN0/1tpz_eNYBxE/s72-c/IMG_1016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-3250917474799530282</id><published>2007-05-20T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T01:34:20.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home</title><content type='html'>I'm back home, gonnae miss them CST a lot. I'm  not that emotional and all, it's good to be back home. Will be back with more about Medan, the lamest city I've ever been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-3250917474799530282?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/3250917474799530282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=3250917474799530282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/3250917474799530282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/3250917474799530282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-home.html' title='Back Home'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</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-1161876580487664657.post-6327032424539269053</id><published>2007-05-15T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:55:03.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Mystery Tour</title><content type='html'>The continuation of the Trip was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064769975533747842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RkmtdVzAvoI/AAAAAAAAANU/eFCb2c6Ugmk/s320/DSC05745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; It was that movie....you know. Running in slow motion and all that and sort of stuff of kinda thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064770413620412050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rkmt21zAvpI/AAAAAAAAANc/_uMKtNZdrHM/s320/DSC05749.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I always reckon that I have the look which doesn't even tell where I am from. I have been mistaken as:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Myanmarnese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Thai guy (korninakap...nuff sed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Fuckin korean kimchi pong (this primary kid from me old skool laugh at me when I told him I am Indonesian)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Japs ( I was in petaling street and this guy greeted me "moshi-moshi"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Malay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Indonesian boemipoetra (those cina were fckin scraed of me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. last but not least....A fucken redneck. ( a cab driver eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064771697815633570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RkmvBlzAvqI/AAAAAAAAANk/y7SP3nOAGk0/s320/DSC05748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That fat of mine was before I had any drinks.....word.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064773059320266418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RkmwQ1zAvrI/AAAAAAAAANs/1cto4tmf6jg/s320/DSC05730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; And this was after.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-6327032424539269053?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/6327032424539269053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=6327032424539269053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/6327032424539269053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/6327032424539269053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/05/magical-mystery-tour.html' title='Magical Mystery Tour'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RkmtdVzAvoI/AAAAAAAAANU/eFCb2c6Ugmk/s72-c/DSC05745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-8354988033462907993</id><published>2007-05-14T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:55:22.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballad of CST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklOv1zAvdI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xEwjGaqrChI/s1600-h/IMG_0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064665839756688850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklOv1zAvdI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xEwjGaqrChI/s320/IMG_0795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CST went to Langkawi, yes we did. It was the first day of our holiday and we decided to spend our money wisely : Alcohol and Ciggarettes and fuckin in the bushes. Jenn, Joel and I had to go to Pudu Raya first to buy the bus ticket, after we rendezvous at me place we took the KTM to KL (which Jenn kept on complaining that we should stop at KL Central). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064667733837266402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklQeFzAveI/AAAAAAAAAME/Jhxle_LcZ5c/s320/IMG_0787.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We had to wait around 4 hours for Kenny, Jolene and Ee May to come and I had to buy slippers. Joel the wise guy took us to Maydin, where it closes at 8 pm and we had to run around the store like crazy drunken Irish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064668747449548274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklRZFzAvfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/KA8BmoKCbZ0/s320/IMG_0792.JPG" border="0" /&gt; After we gathered around like 10 sumthin, I was feeling very hungry so we went to eat Bak Kut Teh. Nice yummy pork with nice yummy soup. Like yeah... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064669477593988610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklSDlzAvgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gw0zmHRktiU/s320/IMG_0801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the magical Pot of Bak Kut Teh, we all appeared suddenly in Kuala Perlis Jetty. Like magic eh?. It was a freaking 6 hours bus ride and another 1 hour boat ride to Langkawi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064670607170387474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklTFVzAvhI/AAAAAAAAAMc/66yqt4lSuk4/s320/IMG_0818.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the beach near the Hotel we stayed. Like okay lah, not bad at all and all that of sort of stuff. I had to drive the kids around the island and have to keep my alcohol level to a very minimum. It was nice tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064671595012865570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklT-1zAviI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Ouj6roiFDRY/s320/IMG_0847.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to finish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Jack Daniel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Absolut Vodka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. 6 bottles of Corona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. 3 cans of Budweisser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. 2 packs of cigars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. 10 packs of Marlboro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. 10 packs of Dunhill (Ee May)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. 10 packs of Blak Devil (or any packs lah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064672565675474482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklU3VzAvjI/AAAAAAAAAMs/RFjio28LGek/s320/IMG_0876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The real effects of Alcohol: It gives you muscle and makes you sexier like that guy on the left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064673420373966402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklVpFzAvkI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Za8i-JXnyGI/s320/IMG_0882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer tried to sell her body for more Alchocols and Cigs, she was so desperate you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064675168425655890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklXO1zAvlI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bEic0ktRwi4/s320/IMG_0905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh happy day....really happy and drunken. I was so drunk I did not remember shit...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064675881390227042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklX4VzAvmI/AAAAAAAAANE/xWivPS44pGs/s320/IMG_0927.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Buweisser sucks...I don't know why americans like it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064677049621331570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklY8VzAvnI/AAAAAAAAANM/D--2kR9e71k/s320/IMG_0932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Well the rest? who gives a fuck? DRINK BABY!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-8354988033462907993?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/8354988033462907993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=8354988033462907993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/8354988033462907993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/8354988033462907993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/05/ballad-of-cst.html' title='Ballad of CST'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklOv1zAvdI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xEwjGaqrChI/s72-c/IMG_0795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-4723115306249637271</id><published>2007-05-10T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:55:24.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam is over (yeah!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064659547629600050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklJBlzAvTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nNU004Fcjzw/s320/P1000608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Happy birthday Don Tommasino. The Gaffer of all gaffers, The Man and The Wickedest of them who are wicked. Word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064659895521951042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklJV1zAvUI/AAAAAAAAAK0/4K2POlzjwDU/s320/IMG_0722.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Happy birthday Azreen! dutch, dannish, cina, malay, india, pakistan, cambodian. vietnamese, africaan, redneck and this and that. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063138351817735330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 10px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RkPhgVzAvKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/QcbX19MAKzo/s320/IMG_0708.JPG" width="216" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064660337903582546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklJvlzAvVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ATJchtnHRJU/s320/IMG_0708.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Jenn is probabebabibeblaly the happiest, look at her...., so after exam, we went to Azreen's birthday party. It was in this Royal Selangor Golf Club. Wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064660664321097058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklKClzAvWI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ll0rmorU3Ek/s320/IMG_0732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party by the swimming pool it was. We got there around 4 somthin we w'all decided (me and the girls, b'ause 'te 'oys 'ere to 'azy) so off we go to that two big buil'ing that look very much alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064661458890046834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklKw1zAvXI/AAAAAAAAALM/ad5T9mv9Wlc/s320/IMG_0724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jolene and Ee May decided to like buy things for their mommas, becoz it was mommas days and you know you are suppose to kiss yer momma's ass during that very sweet day. We actually wanted to buy somthin for somone but we decided for somthin 'lse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064661939926384002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklLM1zAvYI/AAAAAAAAALU/gQUODBx3Qpg/s320/IMG_0735.JPG" border="0" /&gt; E-bay was t'yin to show off 'er ot'er asset, E-bay...ye sheld hev knewn that the only asset ye 'ave is yer Ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064662425257688466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklLpFzAvZI/AAAAAAAAALc/YNIR4e6k3VU/s320/IMG_0738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063148762818460914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 8px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 8px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="17" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RkPq-VzAvPI/AAAAAAAAAJo/5BUtaMIEnKg/s320/IMG_0738.JPG" width="17" border="0" /&gt;"Ahoy!, w'os that lasses fokcin our ship up?" Azreen was thrown to the sea and that nite she slept with me and the fishes..hehe the fish only. A massage from Don Darmadino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064662713020497314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklL51zAvaI/AAAAAAAAALk/jeEwfLpOiJg/s320/IMG_0768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I actually like E-bay, look at this picture...how well do we bond? werd eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064663163992063410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklMUFzAvbI/AAAAAAAAALs/zBmPWcfg4VQ/s320/IMG_0769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;E-bay and her employer: Mama Jolene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064663894136503746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklM-lzAvcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/VdcArQ-LpC8/s320/IMG_0771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Don Jeremiah thinks he is actually italian, but son ye 're not. Ye Porrrtogoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-THE END- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-4723115306249637271?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/4723115306249637271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=4723115306249637271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/4723115306249637271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/4723115306249637271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/05/exam-is-over-yeah_10.html' title='Exam is over (yeah!)'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RklJBlzAvTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nNU004Fcjzw/s72-c/P1000608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-2721131143659671397</id><published>2007-05-08T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:55:24.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Room</title><content type='html'>Since lately, Jennifer Tandijono of Binjai City Prefection has been spreading legs...i mean lies about my room. I just can't stand it and have to tell the people the truth. Power To The People!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062348786504875154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RkETZlzAvJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/x-2CNbPQRbc/s320/IMG_0704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;John Winston Ono Lennon and Yoko Oh-no wanted to have their bed-in for the peace movement in my room, but I said no. Simply because...where the hell should I sleep then?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-2721131143659671397?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/2721131143659671397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=2721131143659671397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/2721131143659671397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/2721131143659671397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-room.html' title='My Room'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RkETZlzAvJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/x-2CNbPQRbc/s72-c/IMG_0704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-1189144304545531271</id><published>2007-05-05T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T20:06:57.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck of The Indon</title><content type='html'>If you had the luck of the (Chinese) Indon&lt;br /&gt; You be sorry and wish you were dead&lt;br /&gt; You should have the luck of the (Chinese) Indon&lt;br /&gt; And You wish you were Malaysian instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Thousand years of torcher and hunger, drive the Chinese away from mainland&lt;br /&gt;  A land full of beauty and wonder, was raped by the british brigands, Goddamn..Goddamn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In Medan they told us a story, how the Dutch invented the class&lt;br /&gt; A class full of chinese and white boys, was hate by the indon themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you had the luck of the (Chinese) Indon&lt;br /&gt; You be sorry and wish you were dead&lt;br /&gt; You should have the luck of the (Chinese) Indon&lt;br /&gt; And You wish you were Malaysian instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why the hell are the japs there anyway? as they killed with they sun of god on their side&lt;br /&gt; Blame it all to the rednecks and germans as the bastards commit genocide...oh aye gonocide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And the reds, they came to the homeland. They gave the people a hope&lt;br /&gt; But the rednecks began to be bitchy, they killed all the people with coupe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If you had the luck of the (Chinese) Indon&lt;br /&gt;  You be sorry and wish you were dead&lt;br /&gt;  You should have the luck of the (Chinese) Indon&lt;br /&gt;  And You wish you were Malaysian instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  From John Lenno's Luck of The Irish....aightttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-1189144304545531271?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/1189144304545531271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=1189144304545531271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/1189144304545531271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/1189144304545531271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/05/luck-of-indon.html' title='Luck of The Indon'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</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-1161876580487664657.post-6994715290986961973</id><published>2007-05-02T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:55:25.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liverpool Vs AC Milan (Agayne!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Fuckin awsome eh, history repeats itself and this time it's gonna repeats badly for them Italians. Eh....me Italiano eh. Fuckin high rite now, can't wait to see the final with the local Scousers back in me hometown. You go Zoro! (Too bad for those mancs tho, can't see them suckers trying to jump over five bar gates)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060077362985614466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="159" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RjkBjVzAvII/AAAAAAAAAIw/2-rlZ5r7XUs/s320/tv_010507_rafa_192_1.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Guru Benitez and I share the same belief on meditation. Om.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-6994715290986961973?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/6994715290986961973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=6994715290986961973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/6994715290986961973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/6994715290986961973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/05/liverpool-vs-ac-milan-agayne.html' title='Liverpool Vs AC Milan (Agayne!)'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RjkBjVzAvII/AAAAAAAAAIw/2-rlZ5r7XUs/s72-c/tv_010507_rafa_192_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-477691293000538096</id><published>2007-04-30T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:55:26.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubber Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RjWrDVzAvHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dtSWQq4NquA/s1600-h/Rubber+Soul.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059137830299679858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RjWrDVzAvHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dtSWQq4NquA/s320/Rubber+Soul.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh MFG, we are like one year old now. Just realize that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059134372851006546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RjWn6FzAvFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/c_Rg3S_ZnJg/s320/Rubber+Soul_the+Silk1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Rubber Soul was born a year ago, the story was: Adrian and I were damn bored of the musical act in medan, so we decided to make a band. Then we started with only two guitarist. Weeks later, Adrian introduced me to Matthew, the Will Champion of the band. Adrian in the other hand is very quiet and energetic guitarist. We then pulled in Mario, the loud bassist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059137181759618146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="362" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RjWqdlzAvGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7TFcSOrYI3o/s320/Born.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are basically influenced by the like of Beatles and anythin Brit. Check out our song "Playin Rock 'N Roll (Yeah)" If you are lucky enuff... Just wanna say...oh well, can't wait to get back and jam again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-477691293000538096?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/477691293000538096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=477691293000538096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/477691293000538096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/477691293000538096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/04/rubber-soul.html' title='Rubber Soul'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RjWrDVzAvHI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dtSWQq4NquA/s72-c/Rubber+Soul.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-2042855983247644855</id><published>2007-04-30T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:55:28.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Love One</title><content type='html'>I must say I miss you very much, you have given me the satisfaction of conversations and some even lead to a lusty one. Thank you once again, I did not mean to break you apart. Really... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059118953918413762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RjWZ4lzAu8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SvuSLyCeR70/s320/IMG_0492.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I know, I smashed Panasonic to the ground just to get Nokia. But you have the worst injury....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Quest of King James XVII, Shakamonah and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Saturday is freakin boring, so we were all sitting at the King's lair, got nothin to do at all. I mean, Liverpool just lost and I need a freaking drink. Then at the end....we all decided to get a drink (this time for real!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059120152214289362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RjWa-VzAu9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/Zw5V5VKHj_g/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  Step aside for King James XVII and Shakamonah as the imperial guard....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059121195891342306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RjWb7FzAu-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/8joOdPqO-Yo/s320/IMG_0457.JPG" border="0" /&gt; So then we walked thru the woods and dragon's nest until we stumbled upon the Noble Shang Hong and Leyvin. They pawed that...you know what. We met couples of girls (as in boys), but thank God I haven't had any drink yet. God Speed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059122737784601586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RjWdU1zAu_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/IQwwperS9tE/s320/Shakamonah_James.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We finally found a place to sit and to order a drink. "What's the strongest you have on your cabinet yound lady?"......to which she replied "Around The world"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059123717037145090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RjWeN1zAvAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vhbJUbsjpc8/s320/IMG_0460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the world is a mixture of 7 liquors and a beer. When King Arthur asked me to find a holdy grail, I shoved these up his ass. He did not complain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059124322627533842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RjWexFzAvBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/K3NYWZmJsOQ/s320/IMG_0474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Full of bladder we are...After couple of shots, I was this close to be drunk...damn!!! this fuckin close!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059124790778969122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RjWfMVzAvCI/AAAAAAAAAIA/qKE_d-azK1g/s320/IMG_0475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                      Sunway at night...I mean morning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059125306175044658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RjWfqVzAvDI/AAAAAAAAAII/CqUsD30ihAc/s320/IMG_0480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Shakamonah danced all the way home for the glory of drinking. We almost did it son...we almost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059125705607003202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RjWgBlzAvEI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zQVGWGBXoC0/s320/upclose.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                    Pure magic...eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-2042855983247644855?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/2042855983247644855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=2042855983247644855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/2042855983247644855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/2042855983247644855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/04/to-my-love-one.html' title='To My Love One'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RjWZ4lzAu8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SvuSLyCeR70/s72-c/IMG_0492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-8585834962047960462</id><published>2007-04-28T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:55:28.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RjNAZ1zAu3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/IT85gmIsruU/s1600-h/IMG_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058457619149142898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RjNAZ1zAu3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/IT85gmIsruU/s320/IMG_0266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Err.....just drinking and drinkin, did not get that drunk....Have to try harder next time I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-8585834962047960462?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/8585834962047960462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=8585834962047960462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/8585834962047960462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/8585834962047960462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/04/cheers.html' title='Cheers!'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RjNAZ1zAu3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/IT85gmIsruU/s72-c/IMG_0266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-605599864178353425</id><published>2007-04-20T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:55:31.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Baack At The Baack</title><content type='html'>What's that all about? these few days I have not been bloggin, so Imma gonnae tell ye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055535886813749570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RijfGorF4UI/AAAAAAAAAFg/mMcg1KXiCfU/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Anubhav Mathur, likes to take it from the back. This bloke, hardly gets angry and he is very soft. Recently he always come in with a grin....like a sexual grin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055536531058843986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RijfsIrF4VI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mWqOlBc6VGI/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  "Hi my name is Kenny, I've been to Japan!" Kenny did the Japanese Culture Influence in Malaysian Teenager, and I did "Hi! my name is Agam, I'm a good boy". It was a good presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055537768009425250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rijg0IrF4WI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ttjLmla-frg/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  "At The Baack! At The Baack! Please no humping!" This is a proof why Joel is gay, and he wore pink shirt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055538317765239154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RijhUIrF4XI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ELfsZVJcPiU/s320/IMG_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Even the turtles hump, like foursome. Wicked la, I always wanted to do that with the girls. At the baack at the baack baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055539035024777602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rijh94rF4YI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zgKKXa0T2ts/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  "Wake me up, before you go go and slap my ding dong like you play that yo-yo!". Karaoke anyone? karaoke is nice....show you how good you can't sing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055539975622615442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Riji0orF4ZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BrlAEJ61KJY/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dunno what to say about this...really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055541246932935074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rijj-orF4aI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/yKRt9ypyCek/s320/IMG_0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jenny's got a gun...I din know girl can pee while standing, it's like.....she really took out the gun and spill the bladder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055542329264693682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rijk9orF4bI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PIFZN2v1DIc/s320/IMG_0127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Malaysians are s0 cool, they can ride the bike in the pool....I mean you must be able to do magic to do that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055544442388603330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rijm4orF4cI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dghGCEuEypI/s320/IMG_0179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; And Joel again! i mean Joel was swimming with his ass! At the baack! at the baack!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-605599864178353425?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/605599864178353425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=605599864178353425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/605599864178353425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/605599864178353425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/04/at-baack-at-baack.html' title='At The Baack At The Baack'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RijfGorF4UI/AAAAAAAAAFg/mMcg1KXiCfU/s72-c/IMG_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-5125247565781310524</id><published>2007-04-09T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T12:14:57.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How well do you know your class?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/220265"&gt;&lt;img alt="Leaderboard" src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/220265/1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-5125247565781310524?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/5125247565781310524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=5125247565781310524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/5125247565781310524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/5125247565781310524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-well-do-you-know-your-class.html' title='How well do you know your class?'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-2812354888777217292</id><published>2007-04-09T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:55:32.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get dawnnnn!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rho-HORR9gI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6BcX8ta7L1E/s1600-h/IMG_1214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051418225860015618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rho-HORR9gI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6BcX8ta7L1E/s320/IMG_1214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny "Cina" Luigi, Jennifer "Binjai" Tagtalia, Agam "Indon" DeMario and Joel "half portuguese" Zola. We are basicaly the bad ass of the school, we bully, gamble, smoke and slack most of the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051428396342572562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhpHXORR9hI/AAAAAAAAAE4/arxaFZ901jk/s320/IMG_1217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You dun fuck with us you italiano!", he was just being funny anway....back in classroom 7, we rule the universe by making most of the noise, we are the nostra damus....eh, costra corta...wait.....whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051430505171514914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhpJR-RR9iI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-GLrEJxszJw/s320/IMG_1114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Jennifer "Binjai" Tagtalia, she is like the don of all don, that which make her superdon as in like Jesus' king of kings. Word baby. We guarantee you the satisfaction of everything u need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051431720647259698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhpKYuRR9jI/AAAAAAAAAFI/B3L3HXwEWwk/s320/IMG_1313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joel "Half Portuguese" Zola, basically the gayest of all. Not becoz he is gay, but because he is half portuguese (which actually made him the superdupergay). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051433228180780610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhpLweRR9kI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fLreQp40I3I/s320/IMG_1262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do we do at the college? studying? researching? or just playing dumb? we are so rich that we burn money with our lighter (the hell that's suppose to mean?) We spend most of our time playing poker, word y'alll. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051435826635994706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhpOHuRR9lI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YYmtZ0cAEV8/s320/IMG_1298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is, Joey Edmund Montana. You know right "say hello to my big brother" Wordddddd, nice hairdo yo me brown bother! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That concludes my blog, which I did only to fill in the space of time which I haven't been doin in the way I am supposed to. Weak.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-2812354888777217292?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/2812354888777217292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=2812354888777217292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/2812354888777217292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/2812354888777217292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/04/get-dawnnnn.html' title='Get dawnnnn!!'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rho-HORR9gI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6BcX8ta7L1E/s72-c/IMG_1214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-2578273649080861247</id><published>2007-04-07T06:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T06:38:25.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEST BABY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/210783"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/210783/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-2578273649080861247?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/2578273649080861247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=2578273649080861247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/2578273649080861247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/2578273649080861247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/04/test-baby.html' title='TEST BABY!'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</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-1161876580487664657.post-3562780820937804630</id><published>2007-04-06T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:55:33.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhZjH-RR9cI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K6w7dDKCdgI/s1600-h/05-04-07_2347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050333020768302530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhZjH-RR9cI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K6w7dDKCdgI/s320/05-04-07_2347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bI found out that I have to pay RM 500 to convert my tourist visa to student visa. Like I found out that I have to actually pay a fee equals to my 2 months room rent. Dudeeee, what a drag! I have to leave Malaysia to avoid paying it! The best choice was to go to Singapore. Singapore is basically 5 hours drive from KL, so it was more to a gay ride. Like yeah very gay (tho not so gay as Jarred Elton John).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I went to Pudu Raya by KTM, then I met this two Indian....I mean like Indian you know, real Indian. They wanted to go to Singapore too, apparently to do the same thing as I. So bla bla lba we were in the bus rite, it was like 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning. I think the Aircon broke down, coz it was colder than Canada. He was like "Helllo, my friend. It's winter, very cold. You jacket me borrow?". I was like DUDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, my ass is an ice rite now! Somehow I managed to slip off the Singh Brother, coz you know I was supposed to show them the way and all that. They were damn gay man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhZnvuRR9dI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jKxshTPQK5Q/s1600-h/IMG_1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050338101714613714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhZnvuRR9dI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jKxshTPQK5Q/s320/IMG_1247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Danger of smoking...your husband will beat you up. LOL, what a lame advertisement. So I only spend 1 hour and 10 ringgit in singapore. Like yeah singapore dudeeee. Oh well...the rest was damn stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-3562780820937804630?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/3562780820937804630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=3562780820937804630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/3562780820937804630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/3562780820937804630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/04/bi-found-out-that-i-have-to-pay-rm-500.html' title=''/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhZjH-RR9cI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/K6w7dDKCdgI/s72-c/05-04-07_2347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-3997928920644091248</id><published>2007-04-02T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:55:36.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE MONDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhES2NJs11I/AAAAAAAAABo/aDa61xeiSs0/s1600-h/IMG_0997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhES2NJs11I/AAAAAAAAABo/aDa61xeiSs0/s320/IMG_0997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048837379711620946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I mean like in the real meaning of hatred, if you go to Taylor's College and you are in March intake for Diploma In Mass Communication, you would be an idiot to hate Monday, coz it was like what and we were like Duddeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor's College rocks my socks, well my classmates are not Taylor (not yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhEW4NJs12I/AAAAAAAAABw/_fsZTbxV6Es/s1600-h/IMG_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhEW4NJs12I/AAAAAAAAABw/_fsZTbxV6Es/s320/IMG_1006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048841812117870434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Did you think going to College is as hard as solving this lame box? then you are wrong. Coz College is like a place where u actually got to do anything without anybody telling you that you can't do that thing as in the way that you are free and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhEYTdJs13I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZvuDAH_TWMI/s1600-h/IMG_1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhEYTdJs13I/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZvuDAH_TWMI/s320/IMG_1132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048843379780933490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is basically our class, like yeah we've arranged the seats.  Euan is like putting his hand up thre, and Collin was like you know "dudddeeee". As the others was like "whaaaat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are like so fuckin restless, that we never listened to the lecturers. Like only some la listen as in just to you know not let everybody carry the bad name as in like a bad reputation (the fuck is wrong with my writing?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is like what we basically do in Monday, like 2 hours break mate. Let's kick the club and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhEcjdJs14I/AAAAAAAAACA/DKgPJZ5Zyao/s1600-h/IMG_1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhEcjdJs14I/AAAAAAAAACA/DKgPJZ5Zyao/s320/IMG_1061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048848052705351554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay this like Jennifer, from Indonesia. She's like what 18 years old? That guy behind her is Joelle, he is like "duddeeeee" and what like "Oh well...". These two are basically funny like funny "HAHAHA".  Jenifer spent 7 years in Penang and Joelle is like half Chinese and Half Portuguese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhEejNJs15I/AAAAAAAAACI/nM9it3WHVYA/s1600-h/IMG_1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhEejNJs15I/AAAAAAAAACI/nM9it3WHVYA/s320/IMG_1069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048850247433639826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  These two girls are like you know best friend from like who knows when, the left one is Jolene (JoJo) and the right one is Ee May (E-bay?).  They are like two girls you know, not dude as in man or male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhEgKNJs16I/AAAAAAAAACQ/eGsM7ZPJdDs/s1600-h/IMG_1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhEgKNJs16I/AAAAAAAAACQ/eGsM7ZPJdDs/s320/IMG_1024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048852016960165794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is like Kenny Liang? being gay as ever.  Like you dun even have to do the face maannn..and uh...that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  Lesson Number I: Fussball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhEhB9Js17I/AAAAAAAAACY/HSxSHl_O_hc/s1600-h/IMG_1067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhEhB9Js17I/AAAAAAAAACY/HSxSHl_O_hc/s320/IMG_1067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048852974737872818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the first lesson of the day, learn how to play fuss ball.  It's like, surviving skill and just a waste of money and time. Like fussball man, what the heck is fussball?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                     Lesson Number II: Pool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhEi39Js18I/AAAAAAAAACg/mhyqrRxfv0k/s1600-h/IMG_1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhEi39Js18I/AAAAAAAAACg/mhyqrRxfv0k/s320/IMG_1070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048855001962436546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pool is fucktanstic, like I do not know how to play, but I can still manage to put it some balls. This is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like pool man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Malaysians vs Indonesians (the whole class against two).  Like okay then, so we lost 4-2.  We did have lotsa fun. Class was damn....y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ou know happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhElBdJs19I/AAAAAAAAACo/4RJo-sJ5m6A/s1600-h/IMG_1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhElBdJs19I/AAAAAAAAACo/4RJo-sJ5m6A/s320/IMG_1087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048857364194449362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the second game, Jenn was so pissed off that she climbed the table and try to hump Kenny. It was like quite fun.  "You go Zoro!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhEmidJs1-I/AAAAAAAAACw/8IWFAphLErQ/s1600-h/IMG_1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhEmidJs1-I/AAAAAAAAACw/8IWFAphLErQ/s320/IMG_1119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048859030641760226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are the chicks, like women? with like you know hormones. Wicked baby. From the bottom left: Cindy, Ee May and Jennifer and from the top right: Grace and Jolene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhEnTdJs1_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/lilCAFYkUgs/s1600-h/IMG_1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhEnTdJs1_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/lilCAFYkUgs/s320/IMG_1124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048859872455350258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Class is over bitch! go home.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/1161876580487664657-3997928920644091248?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/3997928920644091248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=3997928920644091248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/3997928920644091248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/3997928920644091248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-hate-monday.html' title='I HATE MONDAY'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhES2NJs11I/AAAAAAAAABo/aDa61xeiSs0/s72-c/IMG_0997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1161876580487664657.post-4801123713040040365</id><published>2007-03-31T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:55:38.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies' Nite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slept at 5 and woke up at 7.30, had to take a bus from Sunway up to Pudu Raya and went to Bintang Walk, to get my Electric Guitar, then I went back to Mentari with my legs soring becoz of the paintball game (was running and rolling and jumping around) then met up with me cousin and met up with me classmates, we were supposed to only watch football....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rg6uQNJs1sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OY3XKUGQ5gA/s1600-h/IMG_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048163825760392898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 6px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 12px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rg6uQNJs1sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OY3XKUGQ5gA/s320/IMG_0944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhJ5DtJs2CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1-0RyZJf0vo/s1600-h/IMG_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049231236802598946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhJ5DtJs2CI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1-0RyZJf0vo/s320/IMG_0944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joelle and beer? very unlikely to happen. After watching Liverpool kicked Arsenal's ass 4-1, Joelle got so pissed off that he drank my beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ladies' Nite, Happy Hour, Footie and 10 Ringgit Nasi Lemak, thanks to Binjai Girl, Jennifer! (and Jolene for feeding me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049231893932595250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhJ5p9Js2DI/AAAAAAAAADY/Yp3LSRn2vPk/s320/IMG_0956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kenny brought his Japanese Fag (as in cigarettes) and show us how to smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dudeeee.....what a korninakap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhJ6ptJs2EI/AAAAAAAAADg/qqI_YHFRrAI/s1600-h/IMG_0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049232989149255746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhJ6ptJs2EI/AAAAAAAAADg/qqI_YHFRrAI/s320/IMG_0992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Playing poker....losers wank, a lot did. This is heavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhJ7OtJs2FI/AAAAAAAAADo/e9tkxaG15WE/s1600-h/Copy+of+Emayy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049233624804415570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhJ7OtJs2FI/AAAAAAAAADo/e9tkxaG15WE/s320/Copy+of+Emayy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhJ7OtJs2FI/AAAAAAAAADo/e9tkxaG15WE/s1600-h/Copy+of+Emayy.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So far the best picture, E-bay. "Wachya Lookin aat, biyacht!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhJ7OtJs2FI/AAAAAAAAADo/e9tkxaG15WE/s1600-h/Copy+of+Emayy.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhJ71dJs2GI/AAAAAAAAADw/ouIOA9WeHVM/s1600-h/IMG_0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049234290524346466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhJ71dJs2GI/AAAAAAAAADw/ouIOA9WeHVM/s320/IMG_0919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mass Comm Cina Sesat Gang. (Kenny being a poof again) yeah bebeh!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/RhJ71dJs2GI/AAAAAAAAADw/ouIOA9WeHVM/s1600-h/IMG_0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1161876580487664657-4801123713040040365?l=mantrachanter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/feeds/4801123713040040365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1161876580487664657&amp;postID=4801123713040040365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/4801123713040040365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1161876580487664657/posts/default/4801123713040040365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mantrachanter.blogspot.com/2007/03/ladies-nite_31.html' title='Ladies&apos; Nite!'/><author><name>Guru Raga Mahasakti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05176112070122167425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZrUOa1uaeA/Rg6uQNJs1sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OY3XKUGQ5gA/s72-c/IMG_0944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
