<?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-8186224480664133111</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:41:56.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Down The Technology.</title><subtitle type='html'>Its a craze.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sabash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906630338611009736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-QxXjrjrvQ/SOXGFovou3I/AAAAAAAAADE/cI6nvcn6-P8/S220/Arsenal.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186224480664133111.post-7017018886947078502</id><published>2008-02-09T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T00:34:37.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry.</title><content type='html'>If you've been coming to this site all this time and every time your here you see the same thing..I'm Sorry. See earlier when i started this blog i planned to make this a daily blog BUT Since i'm a very lazy typer i never bothered to check this blog. Heck i nearly forgot the password... So i'm writting my will right now. This blog goes to AHDESYA. THANKYOU. Before she starts to plunder my blog and make this her 'second' blog let me say a few words about my current life which has been GREAT so FAR. Let's see...First there is debate which makes me miss school for at least 3 months... If this was last year i would be jumping up and down and run around naked??? Unfortunately i'm in a class full of smart people so i'm actually pretty worried that i'm going to miss school for such a long period. Then there is this other thing...Me applying for asrama. It's on the drawing boards all right and i'm really hoping that i get to go. Then there's tennis. See i play tennis for a hobby and honestly i suck  at it cause i never put my mind into it....If i put my mind into it i might be pretty good...I"M DEAD SERIOUS ABOUT THAT....So i've decided to put my mind into tennis and start using my parents money for good. Anyways thanks for reading...Grammar mistakes...Screw it.....Thank you.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186224480664133111-7017018886947078502?l=clownmanifesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/feeds/7017018886947078502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186224480664133111&amp;postID=7017018886947078502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/7017018886947078502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/7017018886947078502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/2008/02/sorry.html' title='Sorry.'/><author><name>Sabash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906630338611009736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-QxXjrjrvQ/SOXGFovou3I/AAAAAAAAADE/cI6nvcn6-P8/S220/Arsenal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186224480664133111.post-6936947391358012464</id><published>2008-01-25T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T06:51:48.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazyness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Dsya here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Sabash is too lazy to update his freakin' blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Im so not doing this anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186224480664133111-6936947391358012464?l=clownmanifesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/feeds/6936947391358012464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186224480664133111&amp;postID=6936947391358012464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/6936947391358012464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/6936947391358012464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/2008/01/lazyness.html' title='Lazyness.'/><author><name>Sabash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906630338611009736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-QxXjrjrvQ/SOXGFovou3I/AAAAAAAAADE/cI6nvcn6-P8/S220/Arsenal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186224480664133111.post-1242581199797748977</id><published>2008-01-20T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T03:13:14.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sorry i didnt have a proper tittle. If you realised i've already gave my blog to ahdesya. And i think she did OK?! Maybe even a little better. It's been a really long time since i actually typed something on this site. Studies, school and tuition has taken up much of my time. Better study now then regret later right???? I would have not said that last year but this year it's a whole new story. My classmates started studying on the FIRST day school. That gave me a reality check and it has already made me study. 2 years only what....What else to write. I'm going to end this blog by saying i'm having a writer's block. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186224480664133111-1242581199797748977?l=clownmanifesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/feeds/1242581199797748977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186224480664133111&amp;postID=1242581199797748977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/1242581199797748977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/1242581199797748977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='...!'/><author><name>Sabash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906630338611009736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-QxXjrjrvQ/SOXGFovou3I/AAAAAAAAADE/cI6nvcn6-P8/S220/Arsenal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186224480664133111.post-5895078438446083335</id><published>2008-01-14T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T07:59:07.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabash says.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabash says &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt; to me ;p &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU DSYA&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those were his words :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186224480664133111-5895078438446083335?l=clownmanifesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/feeds/5895078438446083335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186224480664133111&amp;postID=5895078438446083335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/5895078438446083335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/5895078438446083335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/2008/01/sabash-says.html' title='Sabash says.'/><author><name>Sabash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906630338611009736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-QxXjrjrvQ/SOXGFovou3I/AAAAAAAAADE/cI6nvcn6-P8/S220/Arsenal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186224480664133111.post-857713994948323277</id><published>2008-01-14T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T06:51:52.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dsya's taking over ;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dsya's &lt;/span&gt;here babeh! :) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sabash&lt;/span&gt; is too&lt;em&gt; lazy&lt;/em&gt; to blog about whatever he wants and since I insisted on him updating, he gave me his password&lt;em&gt; * not that I'll be remembering it anytime soon *&lt;/em&gt; and I could write whatever I want ;p. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So here I shall say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SABASH&lt;/span&gt; IS AN &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ASS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt; *dont scold me babe ;p*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's a&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAZY ASS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pig ! HAAHHAH ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay wait, I take that back. He's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;great &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eventhough I have no idea why the hell he blocked me for&lt;em&gt; godknowshowlong&lt;/em&gt; and now he himself cant remember the reason so cant really say whats been going on with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unless I get it all out from him now ;p&lt;br /&gt;But I also malas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wait, If Im lazy to update my own blog with whatever happened today, what makes you think Im gonna do it for Sabash over here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wth, Im making a point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;School's getting to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*screams* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabash, I'll see you on wednesday at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweet &amp;amp; Spicy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186224480664133111-857713994948323277?l=clownmanifesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/feeds/857713994948323277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186224480664133111&amp;postID=857713994948323277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/857713994948323277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/857713994948323277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/2008/01/dsyas-taking-over-p.html' title='Dsya&apos;s taking over ;p'/><author><name>Sabash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906630338611009736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-QxXjrjrvQ/SOXGFovou3I/AAAAAAAAADE/cI6nvcn6-P8/S220/Arsenal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186224480664133111.post-2085498722334357559</id><published>2007-12-13T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T01:09:18.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empower To Change. Leo Camp in Cameron Highlands.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Recently i went to Cameron's for a Leo Camp. So this being a blog and all let me give you the exact details. The group from whole of SELANGOR consists of 3 people. Ivan, Victor and me. Incase your wondering who 'me' is. Me is SABASH. My dad was suppose to send us up there cause Ivan's dad is paranoid about letting him use public transport. We were leaving at 6 something on the 7th of December. But i only slept at 3am on the 7th, which nearly made me late for the trip. The day earlier i asked my dad whether he wanted a wake up call. But he said NO, so i left him be. 7th started with my mum knocking on my door at 5.15am. First word she said was 'What time is it'. I was like 'Go out la ma'. Then she opened my room door and started he morning 'speech'. Out of that i work up, to my suprise my sister was all awake and ready for me and my dad. And where was my dad.? You guessed it. Still sleeping. So about 5.40 like that i came out of my shower half naked half dead. Then i called Ivan and that fellar was outside my door. I asked my mum to open the door and my maid to make me something to drink. Then i changed and went downstairs and victor was also there. Ivan and Victor were carrying small bags compared to my supper huge luggage. So then we got on the car and went off, to my suprise we three had something to talk the whole way. I mean the whole four hours we were talking about something. When we arrived at the campsite it was bloody hell raining. Adn to my horror i brought the wrong kind of sweater. Only after coming back i found out i hand not one but two windbreakers. So we were waiting at the capsite when the cavalry arrived. Then i realised that there were only 5 non-chinese. I'm not being racist or anything here but for every 1 non chinese there were at least 15 chinese guys. The first thing we did in the camp was cook our own food in a leaking barbecque place. And ivan got the name 'pyro'. That guy was good man. He could start fire when the even if the place was sunk, ok maybe thats to hyperbolic. Anyway after cooking mostly un-cooked food, which we had to eat. We had this 'team' breaking stuff. I was the only indian in my group which made me real uncomfortable becase every side i turned there were people speaking languages i barely knew. And the only words i knew in their languages could get me much more then trouble. SO we did some nonsense stuff that whole day and it was back to camp. Thank god victor brought his cards. So we were gambling until the wee hours of the morning and the scary part was, Ivan completely changes his character when we gamble. With the shady voice and poor lighting in the camp, victor and i were really freaked. Which resulted in me losing rm5 and victor losing rm15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ivan got up early and showered in the bathrrom whichw as full of naked men running around their underwears. Victor and i got 'smart' and decided to shower in the river. Refreshing actuallay. It freezing your ass was a hobby, Victor and i would have been doing exactly that. Then we did this hiking thing. Man gunung berembun( the mountain we hiked) was fun. But ivan's group got to peak while my fucking group didnt want to peak cause they were tired. The scariest part was when this chinese guy slipped behind me falling on me, on this watch tower which needed more support then my grandmother. On the hike i met this boy. He's name is Vikneash. He looks mighty small but he interogated me as though he was 300 years older then me. But for the lack of company i just answered him plus he reminded me of my liltle brother. Then came back got cooking competition. Blablabla. Then the was the WATER GAMES. Let's skip the part where my team played cause honestly we guys SUCKED. So we fast forward and towards victor and ivans team. Ivan is a guy who get's easily excited even if you show him plain paper. And this was against victor and ivan got real excited. So as the game progessed ivan did the most unthinkable thing, he threw the damn water baloon onto a girl 'vjj'. And just like thoose counter strike moments, she got down on her knee's and pleaded for help from the mighty lord and lighting struck and then the apocolypse crew came. Ok that didnt happen. But she did kneel in pain. Then there was this this stupid game the OC played with us. It was called 'do-rae-mon'. But we knew it as my angel game. Victor and i found out who our angels were and were not even bothered.. But ivan was all semangat asking every girl he sees whether she is melissa. One girl got so horrified that she said yes at first and then she asid no and she straight ran away. Like to the other end of the camp site. FellowSHIT night was a dumb thing. But ivan always amazes us. He did the most unthinkable. See there was this girl, her name is is Roxanne and she from Penang. She had her name tag between her legs near her 'punani'. And ivan with no second thoughts just grabbed the......Not the punani you perverts, but the tag. The girl being dumb enough just went 'awwwww'. The other awwwww. Then we had all this game and we saw some latin dance guy splitting and breaking his dick. The 'gay'gamemaster guy was really cool. All salutes to Lion Alan from Ipoh Metro Lions club. Then we went back to the camo and gambled again. This time the amount lost in disclosed cause it's beyond your wildest imagination, plus gambling is BAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;By this time we were wishing to be back home. So we just skip and go staright to the bus ride. Which nothing much happened other then sleeping and headches and eating cold french fries. There was this fucker guy at cameron's station who couldnt udnerstand no english. Then we reached kl and went to mcD and eating. Ivans dad was creepy just like him. No i know where the saying like father like son comes from. We were eating and all suddenly out of no where this voice came 'why walk so far wan, BODO'. We turned and realised it was ivan's clowny dad. He treats us all like his own sons. Which is really cool cause he just scholds the hack out of us anytime he feels like. Then i reach home 'hugged' my sister and then beat the crap out of her. Went online then just slept of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Other things that happened in the camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1). People actually asked me whether i knew how to speak cantonese, hokkien and mandarin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2). We identified the long lost high pitch girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3). Ivan bear hugged Lion Ong Lai Peng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4). We showered twice in the entire camp cause we didnt sweat and both of the times we swam in the river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5).My team underestimated my strength which ended in me carrying 5 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6).I swore to wear underwear when i slept in camps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7).I learned the importance of a sleeping bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8).There were many other things like me shivering and ivan talking nonsense and vicotr destroying the survey form. But thoose memories are just for us to enjoy and for you to ponder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                                                                                                  THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186224480664133111-2085498722334357559?l=clownmanifesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/feeds/2085498722334357559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186224480664133111&amp;postID=2085498722334357559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/2085498722334357559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/2085498722334357559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/2007/12/empower-to-change-leo-camp-in-cameron.html' title='Empower To Change. Leo Camp in Cameron Highlands.'/><author><name>Sabash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906630338611009736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-QxXjrjrvQ/SOXGFovou3I/AAAAAAAAADE/cI6nvcn6-P8/S220/Arsenal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186224480664133111.post-2797242557358773659</id><published>2007-12-05T05:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T05:40:34.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of not being ready.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As i've told you in the past i'm a very carefree and laid back person. I'm so laid back that i have a camp this friday and i dont know a single thing about it. And the best part is i'm in charge of two other fellars. But i think i can make it through alive cause there's still a day. Which is 24 hours and a few hours and seconds. So then what else happening. Oh yah recently hari when to get his dog but one damn asshole beat him to it so i wish hari happy dog hunting. Then all the fellars went for church camp and stuff like that. This few days single question kept playing through my mind. Which is results days. They all say it's coming on the 28 of december. I'm just hoping the results loose the address and get dumped in sea. Cause it's one of thoose things you just dont anticipate in life. Then to add to that got few fellars semangat enough to count down till results day. When i get my 7a's i will get my drum lessons. That what my mum told me. But i think i should go with the ps3. The only reason i'm wrtting this column is because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AHDESYA&lt;/span&gt;, who asked to update my blog. So&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; AHDESYA&lt;/span&gt;, i already updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186224480664133111-2797242557358773659?l=clownmanifesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/feeds/2797242557358773659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186224480664133111&amp;postID=2797242557358773659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/2797242557358773659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/2797242557358773659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/2007/12/art-of-not-being-ready.html' title='The art of not being ready.'/><author><name>Sabash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906630338611009736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-QxXjrjrvQ/SOXGFovou3I/AAAAAAAAADE/cI6nvcn6-P8/S220/Arsenal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186224480664133111.post-3074481896304053565</id><published>2007-11-27T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T08:33:47.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats the date today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You see, i've grown lazier. It use to be once a week write down something in my useless blog. But now it's more like when i feel like writting which is when the world is crashing and oreo's take over the world but no that would never happen. So let me go on with my life which has so many things going on and so many things not going on. Well first there was this trip to sunway. It was fun and all. It was the six of our clowns kevin,ivan,victor,yao chang, aravind and me. It was fun cause victor came late and he had to pay the taxi fare as a 'penalty'. I really pitied the guy but nevermind lah. We would have to do the same. Then we went there saw ivan's new gay hairstyle. And YES it looked GAY. So then we got on and kevin as usual criticissing and stuff. But relax it's only ourself we do that all the time.The we went makan and we took some pictures and i think i lost it. Aracade was fun cause first it was yao changs 'arcade'. It said CYC Arcade. CYC&gt;Choo Yao Chang. Then we were playing a shooting game and my friends and i have a thing. They'd always call me BLACK but i'm not black or so but i'm just dark tonned. Before the game begun i was asking yao chang if there would be a black soldier and why wasn't i suprised when there was one and the worst part was it was my character playing the black soldier. The game went on fine until Ivan died and i started hitting the screen. But damn victor scored highest. BABI. Oh yeh did i tell you in all that comossion aravind went and invited his girl friend. You all know who that is(YASH). It was fun it the movie. 30 days of night is fucky-est movie i ever watched. It was supposed to be horror but it was practically a comedy with all the dumb cutting scenes and the expected script lines. And it's rate 18sg. Which ever fool did that must a real asshole. 5 year old might mistake the bald guy as barney cause he's always purple. And that stupid vampire lady could be mistaken for i dont know. MICHEAL JAKSON?? There was more in sunway but yes i'm stopping there. Next was the opening of the Aeon Juso. Aravind and I as usual were mad enough to be there at 8.30(2 1/2 hours before opening time). And we waited there. When the time ame to open. We all got excited. The big iron railing was opening when some kids literally just rolled inside the place. Aravind, Hari and I by that time crawled our way in. If that does not suprise you. This might. I saw a 75 year old man crawl with us and then run into the shopping complex. YES he RAN. He was excited like a 10 year old seeing his first porn. Man that was funny. Everything we 3 did was the first there. First to litter. First to sit on the bench. First to destroy Nokia's phone. Aravind did that. The man said in an accent so funny you would laugh just reading it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Salesmen: 'You can use the phone. BUT dont unplug the wire'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aravind  : So i cant play the music??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hari and me: Dont destroy their stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Lets go out of this place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aravind : Not lets try this out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Salesmen: Yes you an play the music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aravind ( was really really excited).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And that day ended pretty quick after hari's dad ask hari whether he needed a 4000 dollar worth laptop just no play GAMES. SO i have this damn camp coming next. And yes own transport there. It's going to be a headache but we it's a leo camp. And we leo's always find a way. This is a really long post. SORRY for wasting your time here.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186224480664133111-3074481896304053565?l=clownmanifesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/feeds/3074481896304053565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186224480664133111&amp;postID=3074481896304053565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/3074481896304053565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/3074481896304053565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-date-today.html' title='Whats the date today?'/><author><name>Sabash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906630338611009736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-QxXjrjrvQ/SOXGFovou3I/AAAAAAAAADE/cI6nvcn6-P8/S220/Arsenal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186224480664133111.post-1549571838791494434</id><published>2007-11-12T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T07:30:31.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/11/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As the days go by I start realising that results day is approaching and just the thought of it makes me worried. But what the hell to be worried for, I did my best and my results will only be equivalent to what i studied. So now let's move on. This past week has been an interesting one. Deepavali just finished. After the makan thing my family had added with the open houses i went for, i'm full for atleast a week. I couldnt go to one house and say no because it's considered as no manners. So what to do, for the sake of 'no manners' i have to fill my self up over and over again around 15 TIMES a day. Then i got my futsal shoes. They're a pair of Nike's, forgot the model but it's in a creamy kinda of colour with Ronaldinho signatures on them. So today is Monday. First order of business was to to try out my new futsal shoe's. And what better way to test them then play with my field friends.? So i gathered around 7 of my school friends to paly against my 5 of my field friends. Let me remind you that my school friends are all 15 and the field guys have even forgotten the name of their schools. The game began with Yong, Hari, Rvind, Rui Fong and me for our side and Reshan, Ashwin, Mike, Mark and Ravi on the other side. The first 15 goals or so was scored by them and thoose guys are huge i mean they tower me and i'm considered big. Haha. To make things worst their FIT. So the ass whopping began and the final score was 34-6. See the difference of score. We got 6 because those guys thought we need atleast have some goals on our side. If they didnt have such a genorous heart I think the opposite kepper's score sheet would have been clean. My sisters friend were over for some damn dance thing. Dont see why they're wasting their time dancing and stuff... And their gonna be here for ONE week. SHYTTT. My aim for this week is to go FUTSAL as many times as possible and dont see people i dont know dancing at my place. SPM and STPM takers, all the best.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186224480664133111-1549571838791494434?l=clownmanifesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/feeds/1549571838791494434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186224480664133111&amp;postID=1549571838791494434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/1549571838791494434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/1549571838791494434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/2007/11/121107.html' title='12/11/07'/><author><name>Sabash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906630338611009736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-QxXjrjrvQ/SOXGFovou3I/AAAAAAAAADE/cI6nvcn6-P8/S220/Arsenal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186224480664133111.post-2496182033683289336</id><published>2007-11-03T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T08:30:16.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/11/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I practically have one month plus before the results are out. At the rate things are going I think i would just make it to results day. Tuition season has started&lt;/span&gt; AGAIN. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's gonna be like that for another two years at least. 2 days ago i made a stupid decision and if SHE's reading this she should understand that i'm regretting it but i'm not going to back down from what i said. Todays game was kick ass. A goal from Rooney and Ronaldo clossed the charts for ManU while a Fabregas opener and a Gallas goal topped the game with some kick ass goals. I was supposed to watch the game with couple of my friend's at a place called Little Bali(not anyway in Indonesia). But as usual my mum said NO. I'm really getting tired of her NO to everything attitude or maybe i've just been enjoying the to much after PMR. After all it's not the end of the world. Maybe my mum is right, i've got to get my concentration back and start to study. That will probably happen in a few weeks. Next week is going to be fun. Schools gonna be out and DEEPAVALI is coming...Time to rake in the cash deposits...hahahah...later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186224480664133111-2496182033683289336?l=clownmanifesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/feeds/2496182033683289336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186224480664133111&amp;postID=2496182033683289336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/2496182033683289336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/2496182033683289336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/2007/11/31107.html' title='3/11/07'/><author><name>Sabash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906630338611009736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-QxXjrjrvQ/SOXGFovou3I/AAAAAAAAADE/cI6nvcn6-P8/S220/Arsenal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186224480664133111.post-6267236988971669894</id><published>2007-11-01T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T08:59:30.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If anybody is actually reading this blogspot or blogsite or whatever it's called, i'm pretty sure that you've realised that i didnt update my blog for a week now. Instead of naming the blog 'Burning down the Technology' i should have named it 'The weekly Post/blog'. Those names sounds much fitting to my blog. The only reason i'm doing this is to keep this account alive. If there was a rule saying that blogging should be banned i would probably be one of the first supporting this new bill....it will come soon enough....hahahaha...so i THINK i will update this next week.the whole week had to much of things till i cant write it down in words..you understand what i mean right...if you dont please jump from a bridge and survive it...THANK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186224480664133111-6267236988971669894?l=clownmanifesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/feeds/6267236988971669894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186224480664133111&amp;postID=6267236988971669894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/6267236988971669894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/6267236988971669894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/2007/11/updates.html' title='Updates.'/><author><name>Sabash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906630338611009736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-QxXjrjrvQ/SOXGFovou3I/AAAAAAAAADE/cI6nvcn6-P8/S220/Arsenal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8186224480664133111.post-3952452569358643279</id><published>2007-10-22T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T02:50:40.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of The end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hey well this is the first blog i'm ever doing. Let me thank YASH for this cause she came up with the Name of the blog and plus she made me BLOG. I'm not a blogging person because first I'm too lazy to update and second i'm to lazy. When yash first made me blog i couldnt tell her  i was lazy so i just told her blogging was for girls?? Do i consider my self as a girl now?? Of course NOT. I dont have anything against girls or anything but it's always so fun to put the blame on them....What happened today?? SCHOOL....I was 'in' school or maybe in school uniform when i went out to ORF's house and we were playing half-life and condition zero there....thats what we always do before GAMBLING. This past few weeks, we have turned ORF's house in a gambling den and there has been alot of money flowing through the house and the best part is the mum doesnt mind....so i think thats it...other then that half of my friends and i were totally devastated by HAMILT&lt;/span&gt;On's lost....screw RAIKONEN..did i get his name right??? so i'll blog later I THINK. If i'm not lazy.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8186224480664133111-3952452569358643279?l=clownmanifesto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/feeds/3952452569358643279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8186224480664133111&amp;postID=3952452569358643279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/3952452569358643279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8186224480664133111/posts/default/3952452569358643279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clownmanifesto.blogspot.com/2007/10/begginng-of-end.html' title='The beginning of The end.'/><author><name>Sabash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906630338611009736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-QxXjrjrvQ/SOXGFovou3I/AAAAAAAAADE/cI6nvcn6-P8/S220/Arsenal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
