<?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-34678105</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:39:08.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mattttttyyyyy!</title><subtitle type='html'>To hairy armpits and drunken prawns!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34678105.post-4783629354512026714</id><published>2007-12-10T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T03:58:45.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Years on...</title><content type='html'>3 Simple words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well maybe 4 then! Happy Anniversary! You're snoring away now haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34678105-4783629354512026714?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4783629354512026714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=4783629354512026714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/4783629354512026714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/4783629354512026714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2007/12/2-years-on.html' title='2 Years on...'/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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-34678105.post-6805153188803788331</id><published>2007-11-22T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T17:29:51.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello dear, i am SO impressed that you like Floorfille and Drive Me Crazy. lololololol. And you look so funny dancing to it too =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3, Pie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34678105-6805153188803788331?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/6805153188803788331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=6805153188803788331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/6805153188803788331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/6805153188803788331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-dear-i-am-so-impressed-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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-34678105.post-7075780951162682456</id><published>2007-10-16T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T01:43:40.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is for Pie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still the most cutest most adorable little girl that i know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEART!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34678105-7075780951162682456?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/7075780951162682456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=7075780951162682456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/7075780951162682456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/7075780951162682456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-for-pie-she-is-still-most.html' title=''/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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-34678105.post-1445503653133585647</id><published>2007-10-02T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T01:02:27.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ringEmail SMU Rugby 7s</title><content type='html'>It finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ringEmail SMU Rugby 7s happening this sunday 7 October, YCK stadium. 8am to 7pm. Expect lots of booze, cais, handsome young boys and ultra zhng rugby (copyright from Mouth Chew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be there or be SQUARE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34678105-1445503653133585647?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/1445503653133585647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=1445503653133585647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/1445503653133585647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/1445503653133585647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2007/10/ringemail-smu-rugby-7s.html' title='ringEmail SMU Rugby 7s'/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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-34678105.post-5261893852110392173</id><published>2007-09-24T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T02:13:24.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rox my sox</title><content type='html'>Its been a good 5 months since i've last touched this blog. And good reason for that. Where's the point of blogging when there's nothing interesting to blog about? Life goes on in the same way, the usual ups and downs. I know i cant write well but who gives a shit anyways right?! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sch's started and its been a bitch. I have never known school to be such hell. I mean, who in the right mind stays in sch till 10 everynight for meetings and presentation rehearsals? It's ridiculous but i guess that's how its gonna be for the next couple of months. Hectic schedules and timelines to meet. I gotta get some discipline down and smug. rights. SMUGGING HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more inspiration! Laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34678105-5261893852110392173?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/5261893852110392173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=5261893852110392173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/5261893852110392173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/5261893852110392173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2007/09/rox-my-sox.html' title='rox my sox'/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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-34678105.post-2808977300492690376</id><published>2007-03-04T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T19:49:50.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian's 21st</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VEPWLd2DhUQ/ReqlmSH_4_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nQrCRf6uXzY/s1600-h/ian"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038021210286318578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VEPWLd2DhUQ/ReqlmSH_4_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nQrCRf6uXzY/s320/ian%27s+21st+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has to be the gayest most disgusting picture i've ever taken with ian. Good man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VEPWLd2DhUQ/Reql_iH_5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lIvC37_wDOU/s1600-h/ian"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038021644078015490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VEPWLd2DhUQ/Reql_iH_5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lIvC37_wDOU/s320/ian%27s+21st+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3 lovely ladies to the evening :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VEPWLd2DhUQ/ReqxESH_5BI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XjHfWPSPMSk/s1600-h/ian"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038033820310299666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VEPWLd2DhUQ/ReqxESH_5BI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XjHfWPSPMSk/s320/ian%27s+21st+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The manly men. I dont know why Ian and me wore the same colour. This wasnt anticipated. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VEPWLd2DhUQ/Reqx2SH_5CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BTmi3O4WpRU/s1600-h/ian"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038034679303758882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VEPWLd2DhUQ/Reqx2SH_5CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BTmi3O4WpRU/s320/ian%27s+21st+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group photo. Hah, my captions are lame!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here marks Ian's 21st birthday. A small affair with a gay cheesecake. And lots of salmon. And spider handrolls. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&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/34678105-2808977300492690376?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2808977300492690376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=2808977300492690376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/2808977300492690376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/2808977300492690376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2007/03/ians-21st_04.html' title='Ian&apos;s 21st'/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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://bp0.blogger.com/_VEPWLd2DhUQ/ReqlmSH_4_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nQrCRf6uXzY/s72-c/ian%27s+21st+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34678105.post-4626944465572516395</id><published>2007-03-04T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T19:49:31.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian's 21st</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VEPWLd2DhUQ/ReqlmSH_4_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nQrCRf6uXzY/s1600-h/ian"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038021210286318578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VEPWLd2DhUQ/ReqlmSH_4_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nQrCRf6uXzY/s320/ian%27s+21st+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has to be the gayest most disgusting picture i've ever taken with ian. Good man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VEPWLd2DhUQ/Reql_iH_5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lIvC37_wDOU/s1600-h/ian"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038021644078015490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VEPWLd2DhUQ/Reql_iH_5AI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lIvC37_wDOU/s320/ian%27s+21st+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3 lovely ladies to the evening :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VEPWLd2DhUQ/ReqxESH_5BI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XjHfWPSPMSk/s1600-h/ian"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038033820310299666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VEPWLd2DhUQ/ReqxESH_5BI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XjHfWPSPMSk/s320/ian%27s+21st+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The manly men. I dont know why Ian and me wore the same colour. This wasnt anticipated. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VEPWLd2DhUQ/Reqx2SH_5CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BTmi3O4WpRU/s1600-h/ian"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038034679303758882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VEPWLd2DhUQ/Reqx2SH_5CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/BTmi3O4WpRU/s320/ian%27s+21st+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group photo. Hah, my captions are lame!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here marks Ian's 21st birthday. A small affair with a gay cheesecake. And lots of salmon. And spider handrolls. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&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/34678105-4626944465572516395?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4626944465572516395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=4626944465572516395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/4626944465572516395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/4626944465572516395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2007/03/ians-21st.html' title='Ian&apos;s 21st'/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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://bp0.blogger.com/_VEPWLd2DhUQ/ReqlmSH_4_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nQrCRf6uXzY/s72-c/ian%27s+21st+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34678105.post-53666080580585802</id><published>2007-02-25T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T13:22:30.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I last updated and duely so, I should update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent been keeping to my weightloss regime. I'm still the same old me. No weight loss but some muscle definition. Well, not really. Ok fine, there hasnt been any improvement but it will change soon! Trust me on that. I'll post a weekly update on the amt of weight loss and stuff. Hah, like that would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY wasnt too bad, tiring but not too bad at all. Went around and collected a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of friends have travelled. Jeff to Aus, leaving all of us stranded at the airport. That manless man. Ditching us and running in but I guess i understand his reason for it. It's easier not to say goodbye. Oh but what the heck, we'll visit him soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sashimi all you can eat but it's definitely coming soon! I'm saving up for it and i cant wait for it. Yummy yumm yumm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34678105-53666080580585802?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/53666080580585802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=53666080580585802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/53666080580585802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/53666080580585802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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-34678105.post-2627976052122546846</id><published>2007-01-07T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:44:03.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ninja</title><content type='html'>Matthias to Ian: I'm a ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian to Matthias: I'm a ninja too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiara to both Ian and Matthias: I'm a stealth ninja. I'm better then you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthias: Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthias to Chiara: I'll ninja you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiara laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chiara ninjas Matthias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthias dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian runs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiara levels up to Stealth Ninja Level 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34678105-2627976052122546846?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/2627976052122546846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=2627976052122546846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/2627976052122546846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/2627976052122546846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2007/01/ninja.html' title='ninja'/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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-34678105.post-4936902679209792886</id><published>2007-01-02T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T19:07:52.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>Ok, Time to usher in the brand new yr with a brand new post! Ok, I know i'm a bit slower then the rest of you all but why the rush! As long as I post a new year post should be ok right :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont quite know how to put 2006. It's been a rush of a year, with a lot of changes and funny stuff happening. Friendships rekindled and friendships lost. Emotional rollercoaster rides and happy smiley faces. The end of yr period is always good. Friends from overseas always come back and it's awesome to catch up with them. Lots of new stories and tales and new happenings and many many juicy updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, there are the new yr resolutions to make! I guess in this case, I'm only gonna come up with a few and make sure that i stick to them. They are more of goals if you wish to see them that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lose 20kg. Physically very possible but me being lazy would hinder that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be more relaxed. To let things go with the flow and stop being so hardup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To control my temper. Not to lose it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Just be happy doing the things that i wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all so generic and simple! I'm sure that i can do it. Go Matthias! Team Matthias&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34678105-4936902679209792886?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/4936902679209792886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=4936902679209792886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/4936902679209792886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/4936902679209792886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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-34678105.post-116210751389869601</id><published>2006-10-29T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T00:12:28.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night started innocently enough, with a nice big dinner thrown by Mum at the Shangri-la Hotel for dad as he embarked on his long and tedious jetting about of South East Asia for business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the guys after that and things started going downhill, well, not really downhill but downhill in the sense that a night of debauchery and alcoholism was going to unfold. It's just Sath's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went zoom zoom and went back to my place to get the sin. Finlandia Vodka. Extra Potent. (as many can vouch to that) We ended up at Clara Ng's birthday party! Happy birthday little one! You're 20 now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party wasnt quite what we expected till the alcohol started flowing. "I-Have-Never" games are possbily quite the stupidest when it comes to boys who just want to drink and drink. Me and Sath got so desperate that we just drank to whatever they said and ended up being laughed at countless times but I reckon that's the fun in it. It was a good boys night out which resulted in me driving my car into Clara's driveway and winding down the windows and blasting the r&amp;amp;b and hiphop. Cigarettes started coming out and soon it was the haze all over again in Clara's garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you've had too much to drink when everyone starts to talk funny and you feel wozzy and lightheaded and you do things on a rash. Pretty fun I say. Sath passed out and we sent him home, only realising that he left his house keys in the car. He must have slept outside his house haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at 5 and I didnt know how I managed to wake up for church at 8 but I did. Church is so different now. Dont quite know how to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fuck, Here's to the night that we boys went out and partied. Stupid Sath, wanted to hit the clubs as it was Halloween night and there's where all the hot nurses, sexy sectataries and the seductive teachers would be out but we ended up just passing out on the steps. Rubbish. There's always next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to my boys! and Clara! Happy birthday girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34678105-116210751389869601?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116210751389869601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=116210751389869601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/116210751389869601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/116210751389869601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-night-started-innocently-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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-34678105.post-116185766576510651</id><published>2006-10-26T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:14:25.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The question that we both have to ask ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we really want? What do we really want deep deep down inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a clear road that I walk anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34678105-116185766576510651?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116185766576510651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=116185766576510651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/116185766576510651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/116185766576510651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/question-that-we-both-have-to-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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-34678105.post-116063877347080278</id><published>2006-10-12T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T15:39:33.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All hail the mambo.</title><content type='html'>So it was Wednesday again and we all know what Wednesday means! It's mambo time! Yes yes, me and my boys trooped our way down to Zouk but before that, a small detour at the neighbouring coffeeshop where we downed our bottle of chivas. That's what I call living it up! Everyone was in the mood to parttyyyy and party my boys did. We finished the chivas and off to the club we went and had even more drinks! It was wicked. Flaming lambos, graveyards and funny shit like that. They were stoned drunk to begin at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's pictorial evidence man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/3824/1600/IMG_2043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/3824/320/IMG_2043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the two maddest assholes i know! Sathish and Sidney Kumar! All drunk and having lots of fun hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at that happy grin.&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/3824/1600/IMG_2053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/3824/320/IMG_2053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, sath and Joshua.&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/3824/1600/IMG_2037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/3824/320/IMG_2037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bros for life.&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/3824/1600/IMG_2056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/3824/320/IMG_2056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask me why there was this artistic sepia shot in my cam. Only girls do this man hah but I guess it gets the job done. Daryl, Joshua and Sath in all their mambo glory.&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;Hah, Mambo queen nicole was way hot up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here concludes mambo adventure. Till next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34678105-116063877347080278?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116063877347080278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=116063877347080278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/116063877347080278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/116063877347080278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-hail-mambo.html' title='All hail the mambo.'/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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-34678105.post-116041309280273284</id><published>2006-10-10T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T00:58:53.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cigarettes and alcohol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't quite know why I turn to them when I feel the shits. Maybe it's just an escape from reality. Maybe I can seek refuge there, a refuge where no one can tell me what to do. It's a perfect refuge. For that 5 mins of heaven that a cigarette brings, I'm at peace, all alone but at peace. Undisturbed. Cleaning my head and fixing me up. Same with alcohol. You get funny sense of happiness, where everything seems right and you have fun. It's shortlived but it always works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I crawl into my hole with my fags and my booze and I know I'll be ok. I'll be at peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you lose something you cannot replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I promise you I will learn from the mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34678105-116041309280273284?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116041309280273284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=116041309280273284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/116041309280273284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/116041309280273284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/vices.html' title=''/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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-34678105.post-116029328664747509</id><published>2006-10-08T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T15:41:26.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yangrouchuan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The bbq was totally whacked. There was so much food and it was all finished. Esp that 1.5kg of lamb. All gone, thanks to Angels' wonderful rendition of good Lamb-0n-a-skewer! Chicken stock and chilli powder. Wild pineapple on a skewer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apart from that, I realised how much I love my boys. Best time I've ever had in a long long time. It was good, just good to hang out and just chill out with them. The laughs, the drinks, the male bonding, the reminicising abt the good ol' days of SJI and of course, rugby. After so many years of being apart and being in different places, we can still get back to a place, eat and make merry. All the memories flood you and overwhelm you and then, some clown would say something funny and bham, that's when you know you know you've got brothers for life. Brothers who'll come to save you and stick by you, who'll encourage you but stop you from doing something stupid but at the same time, they're crazy enough to do the most ridiculous things for you. Hint, Sidney riding Vick's bike shotgun, without a helmet and Vick riding with shades at night. You get bros who'll rush down after a wedding to hang out with you in Ian and you get Jeff, dressing well for the first time. HAH and you have Sath who got stoned drunk the night before and puked out of a cab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To my bros, Sath, Ian, Jeff, Vick and Sid. Thank you so much for being the bros that you are. Bros for life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, now for the embarrassing part. So off I went to HollandV with Sath on a hazy friday night. We headed to Walas and it was good listening to EIC play. Now that is good band. Very very good band. I like! So yea, we had drinks, 1-for-1 vodka mixes. I swear they spiked that vodka. So yea, we drank a lil and felt a little thristy and off to 711 for our trusty fix of E33. Suddenly, everything just clicked into place. It was time to get drunk! Well, not really. We didnt want to but somehow just ended up getting wasted. Maybe it's my fault. I saw &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; and it didnt go too well and Sath had everything to be thankful for just being alive so it was off to drink ourselves off. Many E33s later, we were having the time of our lives on the road of Lorong Mambong. It was a funny experience, peeing in the bushes, the repeated entry and exit of 711 and chasing the dragon. It was 3 and it was time to call it a night and off Sath went into a cab. He puked out of the bloody cab but man, nice cabbie. Even offered tissue hahaha. That's what I call quality service! &lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; sent me home and I thought that it was really thoughtful of &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;. Next for the adventures of Sath and Matt, it'll be MAMBO! See ya there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. Sometimes you just hurt me so bad but at the same time, you make me feel like the luckiest person walking around. I dont quite know what to do with you anymore except for that fact that I just want you to be happy. Thats all that counts and matters to me. To see you msile and laugh brightens up my day. I dont care what happens to us as long as you &lt;strong&gt;smile&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34678105-116029328664747509?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116029328664747509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=116029328664747509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/116029328664747509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/116029328664747509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/yangrouchuan.html' title='Yangrouchuan'/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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-34678105.post-116006154525750623</id><published>2006-10-05T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T23:19:05.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retail therapy</title><content type='html'>I went to bugis street today and I did some retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a tee. I"m definitely going back to buy more. It's totally awesome hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love shopping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34678105-116006154525750623?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/116006154525750623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=116006154525750623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/116006154525750623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/116006154525750623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/retail-therapy.html' title='retail therapy'/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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-34678105.post-115980967818083576</id><published>2006-10-03T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T01:21:18.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The doc says there's nothing wrong with the bone and there's no fracture but it might be some cartilage shit. Whatever it is, I want my extended MC and someway to get rid of the pain. It's sickening to have the constant pain there for almost 2 weeks already. Hinders everything. I cant even exercise and that's seriously getting on my moral. I'm getting morbidly obese and rounder when all i do is just eat and eat and there's no output at all. It's just getting on my nerves. It's frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's crashing down right now. So many factors coming into play. Just to ruin my life. Why cant anything go right? You know when one thing goes right then there's that chain effect where things start to go right and then suddenly, BHAM, it all falls down at once, without any warning. Suddenly, you're left in a lurch and suddenly so alone and down. I mean, it's like just being left there to die. and to die quite rottenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family, work, her, me, the rib. It's all not going right. I cant go into details cause it would be too personal and I cant do this right here. Pls just know that I need company, a lot of company. Someone to talk to me, to hear me out, to get me through this shitty time. Where the company is coming from, I dont really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do know is that I have to crawl out of the shithole I'm in. How I'm going to to do that, I dont quite know. I do know that I have to crawl out of it alone, by myself before I can let anyone come help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needa get drunk. Like majorly. Like shanghai times. Get super shitfacewasted that everything just starts to float around you and you see pretty stars and birds flying around your head, telling you to stop smoking all that pot and shit that you put in your mouth and then there's the little rabbits that go hopping around in your tummy and makes you wanna puke all the time. Then there's this smith, pounding in your head, wanting to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need an escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a bad boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you cruel world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34678105-115980967818083576?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115980967818083576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=115980967818083576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/115980967818083576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/115980967818083576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2006/10/doc-says-theres-nothing-wrong-with.html' title=''/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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-34678105.post-115959495566135468</id><published>2006-09-30T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T13:42:35.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining and it's pouring</title><content type='html'>It's raining and it's pouring and the old man is snoring. Well, this old man isnt snoring, in fact, he has to haul his ass over to SGH's A&amp;E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think that after a week of rest and healing, the rib would have healed and that there wouldnt be anymore pain but oh boy, how wrong I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain did subside over the days but gosh it still hurts. Sitting up from a lying position would be most tedious, demaning massive amounts of strenght and grit just to get up. The worst is when I'm sitting down here on my comfy chair, typing away at my laptop and there i'm rendered powerless as the pain shocks me as i lift my left hand up or do anything remote with it. What have I done to deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I havent been the nicest of little boys and stay at home to rest and heal but heck, could you have stayed at home the whole week and not rot and die away at your pathetic miserable self?! So yes, I went out, took in a lil bit of sunshine, did some shopping, caught a movie. Miami Vice sucks. Sucks so big that it'll pwn your toilet bowl. It probably is the most shittest movie that I've seen this year and i've seen some pretty shitty ones. I had good food. Good food is always the key to healing. So maybe I did aggrevate the rib a lil. But I dont deserve this! I cant cough, yawn, burp or sneeze cause it'll hurt like the bitch slap your girlfriend gave you when you stepped on her toes, or said that she was fat. In essence, I, Matthias Lim, have been reduced to a wimp. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I had lots of tender loving care too. That's much much appreciated. You know who you are&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Thank you so much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough of this mambojumbo. It's off to the hospital. Alone. Gosh this is pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34678105-115959495566135468?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115959495566135468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=115959495566135468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/115959495566135468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/115959495566135468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-raining-and-its-pouring.html' title='It&apos;s raining and it&apos;s pouring'/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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-34678105.post-115936140621730681</id><published>2006-09-27T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T20:50:06.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh for the love of</title><content type='html'>So yes, today I managed to get out of the house and did some retail therapy. Well, I accompanied her on her adventures, thrawling through the alleys of Bugis Street. I must say, that place is infested with goodies. You can get practically anything you want at all, from clothes to bags and yes, to sextoys. Yes, &lt;strong&gt;Sextoys.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha I love shopping in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on to the main story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, being the irresistable cute little girl that she is, decided to try her hand at pinching something from a shop. So yea, we were at this little shop where they sell tons of earrings and she was looking at this flower ear stud. Hmmm. It's really damm bling and I'm thinking of getting my ear pierced haha. Anyways, here goes, she chooses this red earstud and decides to buy it but a white coloured one catches her eye and unfortunately, thanks to the many ear holes she has, she decides that she needs only one side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, when nobody was watching, she slipped that white earstud into my pocket. Even without my knowledge. She made the pretense of sticking her hands into my pockets to grab some of her stuff but at the same time, pulling off this insane gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to know abt it only later on and when I felt down my pants for the earstud, it wasnt there. It would seem that she, in all the blunder, would have probably dropped the earstud onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, this concludes the adventure of the wannabe thief. I'm having a good laugh now. It's hilarious hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I still love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34678105-115936140621730681?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115936140621730681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=115936140621730681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/115936140621730681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/115936140621730681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-for-love-of.html' title='oh for the love of'/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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-34678105.post-115919402027424380</id><published>2006-09-25T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:20:20.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rib..</title><content type='html'>ok, here's an update on the rib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT HURTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my honest surprise, I discovered that my injured rib could "pop" in and out. This morning as I was gingerly turning to grab something, it "pop" back in and viola! No more pain! Free movement just that it was rather sore. Boy I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good things dont really last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dinnertime and I was reaching over to grab some food and BHAM, it "pop" back out to the most excruiating pain ever. My whole body convulsed and I dropped my spoon. Now doing anything hurts majorly. God i need my painkillers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34678105-115919402027424380?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115919402027424380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=115919402027424380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/115919402027424380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/115919402027424380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/rib_25.html' title='rib..'/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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-34678105.post-115898347422948099</id><published>2006-09-23T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T21:30:48.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad bad knee.. "and a rib"</title><content type='html'>edit 1-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it wasn't the knee. It was the rib. I was packing down in the scrum and then I heard a "crack" and the last rib hurt like a mother giving birth. Holy hell that really hurt. And being really stupid, I continued playing till another scrum where they didnt give any more chances and lifted me up. That's when the real pain exploded. Man I thought I was about to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, off the hospital I went, alone, because they didnt have any extra players or anything but heck I was able to manage. Trust the good ol' pal the ice pack. Saves you from anything heh. But man, after that was horrible. I couldnt turn or do anything at all. Any movement would send this bout of pain throughout the entire body. Breathing was difficult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc says there's no facture but there might be multiple hairline fractures which he cant detect. Might even be muscle or ligament. He doesnt know jack shit. Ah well, I cant be bothered, I just want the pain to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the last day of the rugby premiership. Big game against Bucks and we're gonna get raped. Big time. I cant remember the time when I would be shaking in my pants and not wanting to play but this is one of those days. Big Aaron Browne is going to have me for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding to my woes is the prospect of a very bad left knee. Seems to have gone off tangent by itself, creaking and making funny noises. Queer stuff it is but oh well, cant be helped. Now see that's the problem of being fat and heavy and trying to run and stuff. Maybe it's time for a drastic weight loss thingy. Anyone up for a diet and super exercise regime with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things come and go and but some still remain. I guess it's really up to us to hold on to what we wanna hold on to. Maybe we dont want to let go or we just cant. Sounds terrible shitty but it reall is. That's the whole upsetting part of it. The knowing of not having it anymore but wanting it back so much. Really, it's hard to give it up and I dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the sake of my knee, maybe it's the wiser choice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34678105-115898347422948099?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115898347422948099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=115898347422948099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/115898347422948099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/115898347422948099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/bad-bad-knee-and-rib.html' title='bad bad knee.. &quot;and a rib&quot;'/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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-34678105.post-115875073656661766</id><published>2006-09-20T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T01:00:28.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/3824/1600/IMG_1945.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;This shall be a photo entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/3824/1600/IMG_1955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/3824/320/IMG_1955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes yes, 3 contented little pigs, well maybe just one big one, after dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/3824/1600/IMG_1945.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/3824/1600/IMG_1951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/3824/320/IMG_1951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Group photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34678105-115875073656661766?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115875073656661766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=115875073656661766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/115875073656661766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/115875073656661766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-love-of.html' title='For the love of...'/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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-34678105.post-115867347244265668</id><published>2006-09-19T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:44:32.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/3824/1600/IMG_1936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8108/3824/320/IMG_1936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you all can tell, This is my dear little Angel, celebrating her 19th birthday. She looks damm contented! HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yes, this little girl over here probably had one of the best birthdays that I've ever known. She's got tonnes of presents and cool food and a "surprise" dinner which well wasnt really that much of a surprise. Ah well, at least she had fun! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Senso to Forbidden City to Hot Stone to lamian and xiaolongbao and Paddy Fields and stuff and all the presents. I guess I threw it all out, no holding back to give her a blast! I must say that i've outdone myself, pretty proud of that fact hah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy 19th my dear Angel. Hoped you liked everything!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34678105-115867347244265668?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115867347244265668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=115867347244265668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/115867347244265668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/115867347244265668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-you-all-can-tell-this-is-my-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</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-34678105.post-115867288369263024</id><published>2006-09-19T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:34:43.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A brand new beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Ok, so i guess this is like probably the 3rd new blog in a year but I havent had the time to update constantly and stuff but i guess it's time for a new change. Try something new and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Well, that's just cause i keep forgetting my login id and password hahah! So yes, this time I've got it all remembered and kept away in a safe little place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;So yea, look here for more updates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34678105-115867288369263024?l=mattymattymatt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/feeds/115867288369263024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34678105&amp;postID=115867288369263024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/115867288369263024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34678105/posts/default/115867288369263024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattymattymatt.blogspot.com/2006/09/brand-new-beginning.html' title='A brand new beginning'/><author><name>matty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05196644397309019156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
