<?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-5356458721943396667</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:48:31.148-07:00</updated><category term='Justin Beiber'/><category term='I wonder if he got that all for free......'/><title type='text'>MyLife</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mengslife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356458721943396667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mengslife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr. Know It All</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325099573403581372</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356458721943396667.post-454890921619177311</id><published>2010-04-09T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T07:07:40.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin Beiber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wonder if he got that all for free......'/><title type='text'>My Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yK9Ba6wjX6o/S78z-g85rxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/79K4oc3Zqww/s1600/Bieber+Kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yK9Ba6wjX6o/S78z-g85rxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/79K4oc3Zqww/s320/Bieber+Kid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458138422486609682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys! Oh wait, I only have one follower........Anyways, I've decided to update my blog. Today was a pretty average day, until my dad called and said that we were going out for dinner, my sister wasn't going, so I had to have a meal with him alone, I always dreaded eating with my dad ALONE. Everytime I do, it always ends up with him asking me how's school and hows studies, makes me feel like that is all he wanted out of me.&lt;br /&gt;                              Today was special, he talked about how he was going to retire in about 5 years, it somehow made me feel sad, what was he gonna do all day if he doesn't work? Hearing my dad talking about retirement made me feel like he is going to leave planet earth, like its the end. The conversation about his retirement somehow led to him talking about when he started to work. He started working at the age of 18, he went to Singapore for army camp, he started as a recruit and worked his way up to Corporal with 2 strips. The military gave my dad everything he needed, so working for RM60 per month didn't seem that bad to him, as he gained his ranks, the money increased to RM120, RM 240 and so on, but it didn't go far. He told me he was there for 3 and a half years, when he called it quits. But he told me he signed up for a 6 year contract with the military there. He broke his contract and went back to Malaysia, because he was frustrated. He told me National Service in Singapore was compulsory for all male citizens they had to be in NS for at least 2 years, and all the friends he made in the first 2 years was all slowly going away, away from my dad's life in military camp. He was frustrated with all his friends that was going away and making new ones who will just do the same. So he decided to escape his life in camp and return to Malaysia, doing that was illegal and he would be arrested if he ever step foot back on Singaporean soil.&lt;br /&gt;                                         After returning for 6-9 years, he had to go to Singapore, so he sent a letter to the Singaporean Embassy in KL, saying that he was sorry that he went AWOL (Absent Without Official Leave) and some bullshit about his dad being sick. After that, a return letter came and he was given a Disciplinary Discharge which meant that he could go back to Singapore, but his rank is gone. Hearing that made me feel sad. (My dad, a corporal.......ex corporal.......oh wait no, his rank is GONE! O_O &lt;br /&gt;                                         Today, I knew more about my dad, and I want to know more, now I know how my interest in guns and military came from, my DAD.  :)    He could disassemble a M16 blind folded, he is AMAZING, I want to know how my dad looked like when he was buff and in the military. I might actually have the coolest dad in Selangor.  :D&lt;br /&gt;                                         To change the story, the other day, I stumble on a funny picture of JB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356458721943396667-454890921619177311?l=mengslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mengslife.blogspot.com/feeds/454890921619177311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mengslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356458721943396667/posts/default/454890921619177311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356458721943396667/posts/default/454890921619177311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mengslife.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-dad.html' title='My Dad'/><author><name>Mr. Know It All</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325099573403581372</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/_yK9Ba6wjX6o/S78z-g85rxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/79K4oc3Zqww/s72-c/Bieber+Kid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356458721943396667.post-4538370067559821585</id><published>2009-08-27T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:25:27.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a sport which you love?&lt;br /&gt;Well I do....its swimming!    :D&lt;br /&gt;Its actually quite amazing when you submerge your whole body is water, everything becomes silent and all you can hear is the water flowing pass you. It is like a little piece of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I take a swim, I feel like I don't even need to move a muscle to start moving. The water under me feels so light, its like the water is pushing me forward. When I swim I don't use goggles because it is different when you see underwater without goggles. You want to know why swimming is my favourite sport? I'll tell you why.....its because this sport do not make my body hot (or warm) or sweat, the water in the swimming pool cool my body down, thats why I can keep going. So you should try swimming. Its AWESOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356458721943396667-4538370067559821585?l=mengslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mengslife.blogspot.com/feeds/4538370067559821585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mengslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/swimming.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356458721943396667/posts/default/4538370067559821585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356458721943396667/posts/default/4538370067559821585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mengslife.blogspot.com/2009/08/swimming.html' title='Swimming!'/><author><name>Mr. Know It All</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325099573403581372</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-5356458721943396667.post-8286353004938398871</id><published>2009-07-31T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T07:17:15.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Speak for 85% of The Male Population On Earth</title><content type='html'>Has it ever crossed your mind that the male gender is more eager to have sex than most females?&lt;br /&gt;I can answer your question, because I myself am a male.&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;                               It is clearly proven that most male animals have more than one mate, this is so because that the animal doesnt go extinct. I guess humans have learned to follow, to live like animals, but why!? This habit of following animals have been passed down from generation to generation.But something still bothers me, why do guys like big boobs or a big ass? Can someone please tell me? I have no idea why!? I myself don't really care if a woman has big jugs or not. Boobs are just made up of fat.&lt;br /&gt;                               Sometimes I think that the bible might be telling the truth. It is said in the christian bible that Man was created before women. Does that mean that Man has more flaws than Women? Men are the ones who are leading the world, but not all of them are great. Why are the males more dominant?Why are the males more violent? Why are they more brave? Mans biggest weakness is a woman, why is that so? Sometimes I think that GOD is giving men a test. To see if men would choose lust or love. In China, people there are reproducing like jackrabbits. WHY!? Are chinese people really that horny?&lt;br /&gt;                                  If you are a female, you better appreciate you're not like me. Its not easy being a guy. If you're a "guy", you would face many problems....like urges to express your horniness (I don't think that is even a word). Yeah, sometimes you might call that disgusting, but hey! Its natural for guys to think about "sex". I'm not saying I want to do it, but its just a calling. I wouldn't want to do it with some hot chick (some guys would). I don't want to get to deep into this post, so I am going to stop now. Thank you for reading my post, hoped you liked it!    :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356458721943396667-8286353004938398871?l=mengslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mengslife.blogspot.com/feeds/8286353004938398871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mengslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-speak-for-85-of-male-population-on.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356458721943396667/posts/default/8286353004938398871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356458721943396667/posts/default/8286353004938398871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mengslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-speak-for-85-of-male-population-on.html' title='I Speak for 85% of The Male Population On Earth'/><author><name>Mr. Know It All</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325099573403581372</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356458721943396667.post-7728668934306863067</id><published>2009-07-23T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:11:38.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do Guys Find Girls So Appealing</title><content type='html'>It was just yesterday that I went to the gym in Tropicana, I used the cycling machine (I call it the cycling machine because I don't know the actual name for it). There was a lot of people in the gym, even some girls (why do girls go to gym anyways?), they were kindda hot I guess, so when I was done doing 11KM on the cycling machine, I went for a swim, when I was setting up my towel on the chair, I saw the two girls I recognize from the gym earlier, to reach the pool I had to walk pass the two girls....so I did. As I passed them, I started to smell something sweet....was there actually a sweet scent coming from the girls or was it my imagination? There is a posibility that the girls was wearing some kind of body scent. But why? Why use body scent? Isn't it a waste of money?.... But i guess it smelled kind of nice. The scent somehow reminded me of Twilight. In the book Vampires have some kind of scent that lures humans...and Bella keeps saying that Edward has a sweet scent. I can't believe I am addicted to Twilight! I can't stop reading!!!TIFFANY!You better finish Breaking Dawn soon! I can't wait for New Moon to come out.....*sigh*. Thats all I have to say today. Hope I wasted enough of your time....   :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356458721943396667-7728668934306863067?l=mengslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mengslife.blogspot.com/feeds/7728668934306863067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mengslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-do-guys-find-girls-so-appealing.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356458721943396667/posts/default/7728668934306863067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356458721943396667/posts/default/7728668934306863067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mengslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-do-guys-find-girls-so-appealing.html' title='Why Do Guys Find Girls So Appealing'/><author><name>Mr. Know It All</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325099573403581372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356458721943396667.post-1817414985334929691</id><published>2009-07-22T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T04:07:36.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Side You Don't  See In Me</title><content type='html'>Today was kind of boring, but there was Alex, Tiffany, and Shamier, these people are the ones who brightens up my day.When the physics teacher wasn't teaching, me and Alex started our daily routine of getting high, which means laughing at random stuff. We started making up stupid stories that made no sense, but we were high so we practically laugh at it for 10 minutes. Tiffany was doing her work so she didn't join us (the group consist of me, Shamier and Alex). When we got bored, we started asking each other stupid questions and then Shamier and Tiffany started to talk about the cannibal from the newspaper. I didn't know what I was thinking but suddenly I ask everyone in the group if they rather rape a child or eat a dead corpse...everyone said rape a child except for me, I said I would rather eat the corpse...everyone seemed dumstrucked and they started saying that eating a dead man is far worst than raping a child. In my head I was thinking "why do they say that?". On recess we all went down to the canteen, when we sat down, I asked the rest of my friends there and all of them say eating a corpse is much more worst than raping a child (especially Najeem). The only other person that stayed on my side was Aaron (from class 3B).&lt;br /&gt;                       I asked everybody on the table if they were in the childs position,would they have recovered from the incident if they would to be raped in the age of 8...Tiffany was the first to answer my question. She asked me if I watch Oprah, so I said sometimes,then she says people recover from these kind of abuse. Fine she was right, people do recover from such mental scarring, but only a hand full of people recover from these kinds of abuse. So I'd thought that eating another dead human is way better than risking a child from mental illness. There are more mental scared people in the world compare to the ones who are fizically crippled. I read a lot of newspaper nowadays and there is always some sick bastard who rapes his daughter (usually more than onece before making a police report) Can you imagine the horror you have to face when your very own parent comes to have intercourse with you? Do you know how much this people suffer? Can you imagine how sick people nowadays can get? I don't even know what still makes us humans anymore. I wonder why did the ALMIGHTY GOD gave us such flaws, the flaw which are called EMOTIONS and LUST. Without hatred we have no war, Hitler managed to kill 600 million people by putting hate into the hearts of his men, Hitler hated the Jews but he didn't only kill jewish people, he was blinded by hate that he forgotten why he killed. Without LUST men won't rape or AIDS wouldn't come to exist. Do you know how AIDS came to exist? If you don't then I am going to tell you, but if you do, this will be a reminder. AIDS is a virus from a species of monkey and it was transmittted to human by having blood contact to your own blood or having sex with a monkey. There was practically no way that the monkeys blood would end up together with your own blood, so it was said that a man actually had his own penis in a monkeys ass. How sick can us humans get especially the male gender. Getting back to the topic, when everybody called me sick (because I would rather eat a dead corpse), I felt like they were the sick ones who would rather rape an innocent child. After recess the thought of raping a child was stuck in my mind. Why would people rather rape a child? Is it that bad to eat another human rather than rape a kid? Would you have changed your mind if you were actually in that position? Is it because you rather not be called a sicko that you lied saying that you would rather rape a kid? I didnt talk to anyone after recess, I was actually pissed at my own friends for being that sick. I stopped thinking about the whole thing when english started. I realized that I was being really extremely stupid for making the question up and judging people by their decisions. I was a major asshole. Its not like there will be any chance in the world that anybody would end up with a ridiculous choice of either raping a kid or being a cannibal. So please forgive me my friends, I was being the other me, the judgemental me. I hope you read this post and understand it. Thank you for wasting 10 minutes of your life and please do drop a comment or two, I would like to please my readers in anyway possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356458721943396667-1817414985334929691?l=mengslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mengslife.blogspot.com/feeds/1817414985334929691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mengslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/other-side-you-dont-see-in-me.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356458721943396667/posts/default/1817414985334929691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356458721943396667/posts/default/1817414985334929691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mengslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/other-side-you-dont-see-in-me.html' title='The Other Side You Don&apos;t  See In Me'/><author><name>Mr. Know It All</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325099573403581372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356458721943396667.post-5271440439658130356</id><published>2009-07-15T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:19:54.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling with dad</title><content type='html'>I went bowling with my dad yesterday,before that,I stayed back in school and played basketball,netball and badminton. I went to Tropicana after school and I was freakin tired already but my dad wanted to play, so I went there first and took a swim and ate dinner.I waited for my dad,but he didnt come in time, so i started playing first. I played three games before he arrived, when he did come we played seven games!!! I owned him four times and he owned me three times. When I went home my leg was sore, it was aching like SHIT! Total hours I played in a row was 2hours and 15 minutes. oh yeah and I had a turkey (that means 3 strikes in a row), that was my first time! It was kind of cool. Who wants to challenge me in bowling now! My average score is 110!&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha.OK,  I have to go,till next time bloggers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5356458721943396667-5271440439658130356?l=mengslife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mengslife.blogspot.com/feeds/5271440439658130356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mengslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/bowling-with-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356458721943396667/posts/default/5271440439658130356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5356458721943396667/posts/default/5271440439658130356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mengslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/bowling-with-dad.html' title='Bowling with dad'/><author><name>Mr. Know It All</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14325099573403581372</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-5356458721943396667.post-4285894714392129611</id><published>2009-07-14T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T04:56:49.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is About Myself</title><content type='html'>Ok look I was born this way so don't dare you criticise me. Sometimes I might be an asshole but I think I and a very forgiving guy (I am so full of myself). Friends are like the air I breathe, I can't live without them. So far I've got three best friend, I knew them since primary school, it started with Najeem, when we were standard four. I used to hang out in his house like everyday after school (I really mean almost everyday).His mum was practically my second mum, I was always welcome there. We did a lot of stupid shit together like burning test paper, ringing door bells, wrestling,shoot each other with a bb gun and many more. Then came Alex the fun but irritating ass, we only started being friends when I slept over his ginormous house, there was like endless supply of food and he had a ps2 (which in that time was kindda cool).It wasn't really becuz he had cool stuff it was because he could do almost everything I could do (but of course I was better than him in many ways but he was obviousely the smarter one). I was really friends with Ryan in primary school because we were in different classes (he was in the smarter class and I was in the dumbass class).Everytime me and Ryan got to an argument he would always say "I am smarter than you,I am in the first class". So to make him shut up, I worked my way up the ladder and in the next year I was in the same class.I make him eat his words like a "hungry dog" (that was kindda mean).Then in secondary school he became more like a real friend and on form one and two, I saw this gigantic girl in school, I didnt know her name but in my mind I kindda laughed at her and pittied her. In form two I started talking to her and I found out  her name was Eliqa, she was the most friendliest person I ever knew in my whole 15 years and 6 months of living. We hanged out quite often but then she had to go to Dubai the next year,it was kindda sad, I only knew her for a year,I regreted laughing at her in my mind, but how the hell should I know she was that fun to hang out with rite? In form 3 I went to A class which was kindda cool, there I met new friends like, Tiffany,Shahira and Syakireen.It wasnt that fun without my other best friends except for Ryan (because he came to that class with me). But it was either the A class or the D class, that was what Puan Gan told me.This year is the best year so far,at first I sat behind the class,I could barely even hear the teacher and then I sat closer, beside my primary school friend Hammirullah (he wasn't my bext friend because we didnt hang out much), and then we formed the "Homitiffamierlex", from then on we got "high" almost everyday.After that the teacher started to complain about us being noisy, we had to change our places, I had the seat under the fan and I sat beside Izzzat (my other primary school friend). I started hanging out with Tiffany a lot, it was FUN, she keeps using the word "sasau" in one period and then she stoped. She reads like tonnes of books and the only one I find interesting was Twilight! Twilight has like the best story lines ever! and then there is also Ham who never fails to get high. Shamier  is a funny guy, he is also random like Alex but not as irritating,for some certain reason he likes mutton and he keeps saying "kambing" for no certain reasons sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;If you're Tiffany or anybody that knows me,you're probably thinking why I said Alex was irritating rite? Well if you hang out with him long enough you'll find out why.He never really stops talking and he like to boast about himself a lot. Just try to be observant one day,just one day. You'll see that whatever he is talking about, has something to do about himself. For example,he will ask you wether you finished your homework and if you say no he will say "haha, I finished it" or "oh shit I forgot" and then you will start asking him why he didnt finish and then he will start explaining about what he did yesterday. I have no idea why he likes to talk a bout himself a lot, and sometimes it just pisses me off. Tiffany is so close to being my bestfriend but its just that, there is barely anything much we can do together, like sleepovers or do stupid shit or hang out around the house or play x-box and start swearing at each other (that is what me and Alex do) or go jogging together, but one thing is for sure , she can play badminton and kick my ass and play the tennis on the wii and she burps waaay louder than a dude (I find that kindda cool) and she listens to a shitloads of nice songs! sometimes I dont even know where she even get the songs from.Thats practically what you would want to know about me and my friends, I would have made this post longer but my mum and sister is yelling at me to eat my dinner so BYE BLOGGERS!!! 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